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It 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 readingThe true dichotomy of life is that everything is both painfully meaningless and astoundingly meaningful. Spirituality is what lies in the liminal space between the two. For decades I believed that Jesus was the gatekeeper of this spiritual realm and that by leaving the Christian community, the doors were no longer open to me. As my attitude became more latitudinarian, so did my understanding of who claimed to be custodians of this sacred and unknowing territory.
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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