Be The Hope Retreat

Hi friends!

I have an amazing opportunity to attend the “Be The Hope” retreat in Chicago this March and I am beyond excited about it. The retreat is part of Parity, an organization that seeks to integrate LGBTQ+ individuals into the life of the church. You can read more about the organization here.

I need help to get to this retreat, though. I need to raise $575 to attend. If you would like to read more about why I want to attend the retreat, you can do so here. There is also an option to leave a donation at the page if you wish.

Thank you so much for your support, whether it’s financial, emotional, mental, or spiritual.

 

much love,
Lance

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