The wooden figurine of Christ nailed to the cross hangs right behind my dad’s pulpit and always gives me the creeps. Maybe because it’s a constant reminder of my sin and worthlessness apart from Christ, which on other days would give me hope, but not today. Today, the cross mocks me. Maybe it’s the condemnation... Continue Reading →
The Traumatic Nature of Deconversion
Memory is unreliable when recounting old wounds, but I do know that the beginning of the end started with an email to my former professor in which I expressed: "I don't think I believe in the God of Christianity anymore," and ended with a Facebook post about deconversion, and an awkward, hard conversation at the... Continue Reading →
And Jesus Asked, “Who Do You Say That I Am?”
He asked His disciples, "13Who do people say that the Son of Man is?" 14And they said, "Some say John the Baptist; others, Elijah; still others, Jeremiah or one of the prophets." 15"But you," He asked them, "who do you say that I am?" 16Simon Peter answered, "You are the Messiah, the Son of the... Continue Reading →
Panic Attacks and Sexuality in the Church
My pastor talked about sex last Tuesday night. I knew that before I got there, thanks to the Facebook post on our mid-week service page. In hindsight, I probably should not have gone, but I'm getting ahead of myself. For context, we're currently going through the book of Ephesians and Tuesday night's passage of Scripture... Continue Reading →
Having a Form of Godliness… (The External Christian)
Dear Lovelies, I'm following a Facebook post by my friend in which he questions "what is the line between 'merriment' and 'sin' when it comes to Christians drinking?" This is an important question because there's a lot of discussion around this topic and many Christians disagree (and it's my personal opinion that Michael likes to... Continue Reading →
Musings of a Wanderer 