Whelp, for my first post, I think I’ll just introduce myself.

My name is Jennifer Yoder. I was raised in a big (4 kids, lots of cousins and other family about) Mennonite family in Archbold, OH. My extended family on both sides includes/included a whole lot of Mennonite college graduates (and one professor), a Mennonite pastor, a member of a Mennonite publication, and many a “helping profession” or social justice professional – and many others, just as awesome, of many professions.

I was part of a Mennonite Youth Fellowship at my home church, and then when I no longer felt welcome, I joined a different local MYF. I never quite fit in. Something about me was always different from the kids in my community, in and out of church. I was baptized when I was 15. I wasn’t out when I was in high school, though I had many gay friends – we didn’t have the language of LGBTQ (lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, queer/questioning) yet, at least not where I was. I never understood the thought that my gay friends were going to hell, anymore than I understood when I was taught in Sunday School that Jewish people were going to hell. That lesson was fun. We actually visited a synagogue, and the following Sunday learned that, nice as all those people we met were, they were all going to hell.

After I pretty naively expressed my disagreement with the notion that all gay people were going to hell, while dipping balls of peanut butter in melted chocolate to make the signature Ohio candy buckeye, a youth leader and a fellow member of MYF reached out to me in grave concern. The youth leader was earnest and kind. The MYF member handed me a list of all the verses against homosexuality, and expressed that he had feelings of same-sex attraction too, but he kept them under control as the Bible asked. Neither of their attempts at “correcting” me stuck.

At Goshen College, I met a lovely girl, and realized I might not be so straight myself. That romance didn’t last, and I had a longer one with another student – this time a guy. That relationship was real and true – I wasn’t trying and failing to be attracted to him, I was attracted emotionally and physically. But it didn’t work in a lot of ways – some having to do with gender. It’s complicated. Regardless, I also started attending Prism, Goshen’s group for LGBTQ folks. I knew I had attractions to women and occasionally men. I identified with the only language I had for it at the time – bisexual.

I transferred away from Goshen to Ohio State. I joined a group there called Queer Christians, and we became friends with the Jewish Queers. I began using the word to describe myself that feels like home to me – queer. We mostly attended King Avenue United Methodist Church (an openly affirming congregation) and Hillel’s welcoming services, but we stopped in at Columbus Mennonite occasionally. I was in and out of Columbus Mennonite as I began my career involving a lot of travel for me, and they began working to become welcoming, involving a journey for them. I maintained a close relationship with my fellow Queer Christians and Jewish Queers even after college.

My career evolved, the Queer Christians and Jewish Queers mostly moved out of town, and after several false starts, I found a partner who was a great match. He’s a transgender man with a son who is eight. This means he was assigned the gender of female at birth, and now identifies as a man. And that he has a son. Who is eight. We began attending Columbus Mennonite regularly, only to find that a move to Pittsburgh was in store for us.

Now we’re in Pittsburgh, attending Pittsburgh Mennonite as they too journey towards welcome. Who knows what’s next??

Obviously, I’ve left out a whole lot – the moment I came out to my hometown pastor, all the times someone has written a comment full of hate to me on the internet, leaned over and whispered hate in my ear in a convention hallway, e-mailed me that they know where I live, what car I drive, where I work, and that they’re watching my Pink Menno ass. That one time the Goshen College student walked up and down the hallways smacking a baseball bat against his hand shouting about the fucking faggots while my gay friend crept up and noiselessly locked his dorm-room door, and stayed there hidden, for who knows how long. The soul-sucking nature of stare after whisper after stare of hate – so quiet, and so hard to point out, so hard for allies to see or understand.

I’ve also left out that time my Grandmother taught my partner and I to make a signature dish, the time when my uncle looked me straight in my eyes and told me that I’m perfect just the way I am, that one New Year’s my brother and I created Pink Menno, the pastor who casually drops welcoming and affirming language into his sermons, the time I talked late into the night with a wise-cracking dynamic Mennonite LGBTQ leader, my mother’s constant, never-wavering, loving support, my brother’s unflinching advocacy, the scriptures I’ve read, the hymns I’ve lead, the music I’ve performed in Mennonite churches. I left out the books I read, the ways I learned to think critically, communicate lovingly, to problem-solve, and all of those moments in a room with someone else smart and passionate and filled with the spirit that just crackle with possibility and a new vision for a loving church.

Those are for a different day.

Much love,


“The moment we choose love, we begin to move toward freedom.” bell hooks


19 thoughts on “Introduction

  1. So glad for you to find your way into full realization of who you are. My father went to Goshen College. My grandparents were Amish as children, went to Mennonite, and my father went from Mennonite to Presbyterian, then to Baptist. I, well…it’s complicated. My facebook name is Libby Byler.

  2. So excited to find your blog and learn from your perspective during this time in the Mennonite Church. Thanks for sharing with us!

  3. Jen, when I read your letters to the MCUSA moderator and the executive board, I was wondering if you were the Jen I know. (I’ll never forget that night at the Menno convention in Columbus when you and your friend were being abused. Ruby L. and I came to your rescue, but you really did not need any help!). I looked you up on the Net and found a Jennifer Miller who is a therapist in Goshen, my new hometown. I was excited about that, but then found your introduction which told me you are in Pittsburgh.. I just want to say that I admire you SO much. Your faith and commitment to the MCUSA is awesome and amazing. Keep up your good work.

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  5. Jen,
    I wasn’t at Columbus or Nashville, but I was at Phoenix. I quickly gained great admiration for Pink Mennos. You provided such a beautiful “Prelude” to the Convention’s worship services. I felt privileged (and welcomed) to participate in the worship service you held separately. I am amazed at the genuine love and persevering faith that I saw and felt from so many Pink Mennos and their growing number of allies. Thank you for revealing yourself to us, Jen, and for the leadership you provide. Change may be slow in coming, but it comes. Sometimes the change is just one person at a time, but eventually it will come more rapidly. That I believe! It’s refreshing to hear about the acceptance and support of your family. Thanks for sharing that too.
    An appreciative ally,
    Jocelyn Graber

    • Thanks for stopping by, Jocelyn. Pink Menno never ceases to inspire me. As I traveled with work and struggled with the pain I carried from some experiences in the church, I was often only involved from afar, as a cheerleader and supporter. That’s the great thing about Pink Menno – there is no lack of passionate beautiful people supporting, organizing, leading, gathering.

      Thank you for participating!

      Much love.

  6. Thanks for sharing your story in such a lovely way. My heart cries our for the hundreds like you, like me, more than it cries for the organized church structure of the day. May we be part of creating communities of healing and hope for our world. I have been so blessed by PinkMenno – thank you for your part in it’s gift to the Mennonite Church.

    • Well said Theda, and I have to say it is Pink Menno that has given me reason to be certain to attend large Menno conferences again. Thank you for your grace filled courage and leadership Theda and Jennifer. I’ve not had the privilege of meeting you but we have many mutual friends, brothers and sisters of the faith. Blessings and strength to this exciting movement of Spirit.

  7. Thank you, Thank you, THANK YOU! This was such a refreshing post to read (also absolutely love what you wrote today, March 6th, 2014). I’m grateful how well you articulated your journey with sexuality and why you currently identify with the term “queer.” I’ve had such trouble articulating my own sexuality, and with that my personal journey. It feels very complicated (though in reality it’s relatively straight forward) and involves a lot of shame and guilt, as most stories do. One particular thing I feel shame for, and why it took me so long to publicly “come out,” is because of the fact that I have dated men (though haven’t in 4 years) and really did have a love feeling there for one. I’ve been so wrapped up in worry about what the outside world would think — “But you’ve dated guys…” “How is your childhood abuse and your sexuality related?” “Why don’t you identify as bi-sexual?” — that I wouldn’t allow myself to come forward with the fact that I have been dating women, yet that doesn’t mean I’ll ALWAYS date women, and that is that! Why does it matter anyway? It doesn’t. Thank you for your voice. It is so needed and appreciated.

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