The neon orange sticky note on my wall reads Remember Us. It’s stuck close to my desk so that while I’m working I’ll remember the brokenhearted, beaten, and dead LGBTQI+ folks who have been excluded from the life of the church. I usually picture young people; like the boy in the news recently who killed himself when kids at school bullied him about being gay. I pulled the note off the wall and stuck it in my notebook before heading to our church’s Town Hall meeting about the