“Church isn’t for me anymore.” I know those words so well because I hear them every single day in some form or another; in emails, late night Skype sessions, and midday
Brace yourselves and gird your loins, true believers; I come with earth-shattering news. I’ve long heard rumors of the gay community’s insidious master plan to contaminate and corrupt our sweet cisgender-hetero setup here on
“I’ve been a Christian my entire life and I’ve never been able to ask these questions because I feared how I’d be treated in my church. Reading your writing today gave me permission
There are moments when you’re absolutely sure that you’re standing on holy ground, times when you feel the awe of something so big and so real, that you’re driven to your knees
“Church isn’t for me anymore.” I know those words so well because I hear them every single day in some form or another; in emails, late night Skype sessions, and midday
Brace yourselves and gird your loins, true believers; I come with earth-shattering news. I’ve long heard rumors of the gay community’s insidious master plan to contaminate and corrupt our sweet cisgender-hetero setup here on
“I’ve been a Christian my entire life and I’ve never been able to ask these questions because I feared how I’d be treated in my church. Reading your writing today gave me permission
There are moments when you’re absolutely sure that you’re standing on holy ground, times when you feel the awe of something so big and so real, that you’re driven to your knees