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Youth group was an incredibly gendered time in the mid 2000s. It was the age of Joshua Harris’ I Kissed Dating Goodbye, and the idolisation of friends who saved their first kiss for their wedding day. It was also the age of gender-segregated talks on purity.
Continue readingIt is well known among the various employees of Hades that Satan takes special pleasure in torturing his “guests” in the Smoking Section of Hell, graciously bowing and offering the most perfectly rolled premium cigarette, only to have it disappear in a poof as soon as they bring it to their lips.
Continue readingMy first brick fell when I was at a Christian girls’ brunch where I asked the female youth pastor about feminism. I got a “we don’t talk about that here.” Something in me began to rumble. It dawned on me that a world had been curated for me by the church and I had no control over it. At this point, I had no clue what I was feeling. But I knew I had to leave, take time for myself and figure it out.
Continue readingOn the 13th of April, 2017, I published a blog post titled ‘Losing My Religion and Leaving the Church Behind’. I needed to tell my community that after 22 years of shining the light for Christ, I was no longer convinced that Jesus died and rose again for the sins of the world. Leaving the church would be a shock to many. I hadn’t ‘gone off the rails’, I hadn’t disappeared from services I frequented. There were no whispers of…
Continue readingAs we pulled into the driveway of the mega church, I quickly felt the morale and all my mother’s efforts unravel. The (white) youth pastor had painted his face, arms and feet brown. He was wearing a turban and posing “namaste.”
Continue readingI hear the word submission and want to scream. I see women engaged at 18 and am horrified. I can no longer read Christian books or digest Christian thinking because I can no longer see myself as someone who can ever fit that mould– nor will I try to.
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