It started or, depending on your view of things, ended Tuesday night. Watching ancient paper documents from long ago employments, along with other things like wood and paper plates, burn in a fire pit in the backyard of my group leader's house was, for lack of a better word, magical. There's something intriguing about seeing something... Continue Reading →
Another Letter to My Abuser
Dear Voldemort, I know I shouldn't say what I'm about to say because it's not uplifting or triumphant; there's no happy ending to this particular moment in time. I need to get some things off my chest and you need to listen. I have spent the last two days in complete depersonalization mode, just watching... Continue Reading →
Breaking up with God: The Aftermath
It's an odd thing, being in a relationship with someone, loving and caring for them, and then separating. One becomes two again. You avoid them as best you can, inwardly cringing and outwardly hiding if your paths happen to cross. The awkward conversations you have when you're not yet in the "we're still friends" stage.... Continue Reading →
Empathizing with My Abuser
Dear Lovelies, Yes, you read the title right. No, I haven't lost my mind (not yet anyway). Just, let me explain. During a conversation I had yesterday with a friend, I realized why my abuser left Christianity. It was because of people who claim to be genuine Christians but are hypocritical, graceless, and so close-minded... Continue Reading →
If You Were a REAL Christian, You Wouldn’t Doubt
In my experience, there's one thing that is seldom, if ever, discussed in Evangelical Christian circles: doubt. If mentioned at all, it's said with a disapproving tone and usually accompanied with a head shake that is supposed to convey genuine sadness and grief over "that poor backslider" who had "such a strong relationship with Jesus",... Continue Reading →
Musings of a Wanderer 