I’m going to cry. I need to wait for it to be socially acceptable to leave the room first. Then I’m going to find myself a safe space and cry. Maybe in five minutes. I feel the cry perched in the roof of my mouth. I can summon it whenever. Just not now. Five minutes. The room erupts in laughter. My mouth smiles. They think … Continue reading Feeling Offended
Better hang on to that salvation pretty tightly.* If you’re a Christian who makes it a daily habit to second-guess yourself (guilty wave), you might relate to that panicked feeling of wondering if perhaps, maybe, just maybe, your faith in God is not authentic. Maybe it is, in fact, wobbly. Surface-level. But you don’t realize it. After all, surfacey people don’t know they’re surfacey. Are … Continue reading How To Know If Your Faith is Real
Who is this Pentecostal God, sneaking around, putting words into people’s mouths, into their ears, wooing them to places they may or may not want to go?* Okay, so! I work at a charismatic-Christian publishing house which means that at work, I’m immersed in literature about getting closer to God, speaking in tongues, and, above all, hearing God’s voice. I always assumed the latter was a … Continue reading Can God Speak to You?
Strobe lights sweep across the auditorium. Music pounds against my eye sockets. Hands are in the air. They praise God with a passion that used to humble me to tears. I’m in my seat, arms crossed, eyes half open. Literally, I’m in a church. I’M IN A CHURCH AND THERE’S STROBE LIGHTS. I have been in the dregs of America’s Bible Belt for barely two … Continue reading When Christians Go Batshit Crazy
I have a rant coming on. With the upcoming elections and everything that is happening in this world, I keep hearing people talk about how bad the world is. I can’t give an exact example but you guys know what I’m talking about. Just, stuff. Christians in particular have a Biblical basis in arguing that the world is bad. 1 John 2:16 says, “all that is in the … Continue reading the World is Good
“I don’t understand why we go to a church forty-five minutes away,” I say, gripping the steering wheel as I practice my driving. Dad leans back in his seat. “What’s the problem with that?” “It takes us out of the community.” “Fine, okay, I’ll tell you what,” he says. “You can pick a local church and I’ll take you there.” “No. Never mind.” “Why not?” … Continue reading Being the New Girl