Drag Queens and Discipleship

There’s a reason the empire fears drag queens.

It’s not the lashes.
It’s not the glitter.
It’s not even the fact that they walk better in heels than your deacon board ever could.

It’s because drag queens know who they are.
And more importantly?
They know you can be whoever the hell you were created to be, too.

And that, friends, is dangerous to systems that survive by making you ashamed of yourself.

Gospel in a Gown

See, the Church should’ve been first in line to celebrate drag.
You think Jesus didn’t play with identity?
This is the same man who called himself a mother hen, flipped gender roles in parables, washed feet like a servant, and had no problem hanging out with outcasts while religious folks clutched their pearls.

Drag queens walk in the footsteps of prophets.
They take what the world tried to shame
and turn it into a damn sanctuary.

They tell stories.
They build community.
They call people fabulous in a world that keeps saying “you’re too much.”
They dare to exist out loud – and that is discipleship, baby.

Meanwhile in Churchland…

The same people who say drag is “grooming”
are out here grooming kids for a life of purity culture, self-loathing, and worshiping America like it bled for their sins.

They’re scared of a drag queen reading a picture book
but not of pastors endorsing fascism from the pulpit.

They say “protect the children” while defunding their schools, banning their books, and criminalizing their pronouns.

Let’s be real:
Drag queens aren’t the threat.
Hypocrisy in high places is.

Sacred Resistance in Lipstick

Every time a drag queen struts down a runway or reads a story in a public library,
it’s a sermon with sequins.
It’s a protest wrapped in performance.
It’s a resurrection moment for everyone who thought they had to hide to survive.

And it’s exactly what the Church should look like:

* bold,
* loving,
* unapologetically queer,
* and scandalously inclusive.

Drag Is Divine

If the Church is scared of drag, it might be because drag does what Jesus did:
Breaks rules to show people they belong.
Makes joy political.
Turns shame into beauty.
Heals through fabulousness.

Drag queens don’t ask for permission to shine.
They just do.
And that’s gospel.

So the next time someone asks you why drag queens matter,
tell them this:

Because they remind us what resurrection looks like
in a world that keeps trying to crucify anything that sparkles.