People who like to comfort themselves with the idea that disability does not exist in new creation are centering their ableist discomfort in someone else’s story—in my story. My disability is not for others to write. My body is not an empty canvas on which nondisabled people can paint their fantasies of new creation. Even if our bodies are not disabled in new creation, why does that make someone so thrilled? When we worship God, we shouldn’t harm people who bear God’s image.
