My Emancipation From American Christianity
December 1, 2015
I used to think that it was just me, that it was my problem, my deficiency, my moral defect. It had to be. All those times when I felt like an
I used to think that it was just me, that it was my problem, my deficiency, my moral defect. It had to be. All those times when I felt like an
Dear World, I’m a Christian who feels something needs to be said about my faith tradition. Despite the ways we who practice it might declare otherwise, it is intended to beautiful and
I despise bullies. I always have. As a young boy, when I scanned the hallways at school my eyes instinctively sought out the underdog and the marginalized. I pushed back against those who brokered in
‘Tis the season to claim persecution… Our yearly Christian obsession with the supposed “War on Christmas” began early this season, with the viral video of the Starbucks red cup rant by
I used to think that it was just me, that it was my problem, my deficiency, my moral defect. It had to be. All those times when I felt like an
Dear World, I’m a Christian who feels something needs to be said about my faith tradition. Despite the ways we who practice it might declare otherwise, it is intended to beautiful and
I despise bullies. I always have. As a young boy, when I scanned the hallways at school my eyes instinctively sought out the underdog and the marginalized. I pushed back against those who brokered in
‘Tis the season to claim persecution… Our yearly Christian obsession with the supposed “War on Christmas” began early this season, with the viral video of the Starbucks red cup rant by