From May, 2021


I hated the Church, too.

When I was about 18 years old, I had a few not-so-great experiences with Christians and decided to leave the Church. It’s not worth digging up the details on all that right now; that’s another (long) story for another time. Let’s just summarize it all to this: it felt like a big decision for me, but it seemed like no one else cared at all. No one chased this lost sheep. No one attempted a conversation with this isolated woman at the well. No one drew a line in the sand for this chastised sinner. At that point, I was…