My values define me more than my religion.
The pastor prepares himself for the question the widow will ask him once the funeral is over, the relatives go home, and the shock has worn off: “Did my husband go to hell?”
Encouraging My Younger Self
I go to him and stand invisible beside him.
I Have Always Been Free
I may not have known it, but I have always been free, both when I was a believer and now that I'm not. God never has controlled my thoughts and decisions. The church culture tried to control me, but its only power is what I allowed it to have. I’m free. I own my … Continue reading I Have Always Been Free
Throwing Away the Script
"I'm ashamed of you," she said. But she didn't mean it. Her religious leaders taught her to say such things and it caused her pain.
I Counted In Church
Leaving the church was one of the hardest things I've ever done. I have no qualms about letting go of God and religion. But the people--I loved them and I still do. I am aware of the flaws, dysfunction, and outright abuse that happened in many churches, and I understand that those who were … Continue reading I Counted In Church
I No Longer Reach for Heaven
I’m astounded that anyone could be persuaded to accept a way of life that guarantees their condemnation. But I’m sorry to say we made converts.
One of those Sad Moments
On the one hand, I wish I had never left the ministry. On the other hand, I wish I had never gone into it in the first place.
Truth, Lies, and Blue Skies
The biggest grudge I have against religion (particularly conservative religion) is that it urges people to lie....
A Conspiracy of Silence
I’m horrified that we locked my sweet, loveable, funny aunt into a prison of silence, where she dreaded the day she would die and go to the hell we had created.