Phil Phaneuf, a 51-year-old man now cosplaying as the pastor of North Chili United Methodist Church, decided that the Lord’s Day was the perfect moment to turn the pulpit into a stage for his midlife identity crisis.

Instead of preaching Scripture, he wrapped himself in a rainbow stole—an accessory designed to announce the sermon is now about me—and declared he’s not “becoming” a woman, but simply “giving up pretending to be a man.” As though half a century of living in the world as one wasn’t enough time to sort through the basics.

The congregation, who should be gathered for worship and not for an unsolicited episode of Jerry Springer, sat trapped while Phaneuf mused about his voice becoming “a tad higher,” announced his transition to she/her pronouns (with the magnanimous assurance that there would be “no pronoun police”), and shared the heartwarming update that he’ll be adopting his wife’s middle names for “unity.”

He also tossed in the detail that he’s asexual—or always was—which adds yet another layer to this elaborate self-reinvention that feels a lot like spiritual drag.

But the only sane note in this whole spectacle came from his parents, who he says texted him that very morning to reaffirm their convictions rather than his delusion.

“Are my parents okay with this?” he asked. “Absolutely not. They texted me this morning and they asked for me to tell you all that they do not support me, and that they have chosen their convictions and their beliefs over supporting their child.”

From his parents came no applause. No capitulation disguised as “support.” Just clarity. In a dying world where families are browbeaten into celebrating every new self-invention, their refusal to budge is the closest thing to sanity in this story.

Phaneuf joked that clothing doesn’t come with “reproductive systems,” which is certainly true—but the inability to distinguish between fabric and biology is precisely the kind of thinking that has hollowed out the UMC from the inside. This is desperation from a denomination hemorrhaging members and relevance, now leaning on identity theater to fill the void once occupied by the gospel.

And so the pulpit that should have proclaimed Christ became a punchline. The sanctuary became a backdrop for a personal rebranding exercise. And the people, once again, were forced to watch their “shepherd” trade truth for applause and clarity for costume.

The whole thing would be comical if it weren’t happening in a place that still dares to call itself a church. (Note, the tweet incorrectly states that this is a North Carolina pastor.)