I later apologized for my anger but every week when I had to see that guy in church, I had to resist the urge to grab him by the lapels, pin him to the wall, and express my feelings.
The church claims to be an instrument of truth. How do people find truth if they are not allowed to ask, seek, and knock? Is the institution really so fragile that it can’t handle my voicing my thoughts?
New buildings make churches smaller.
I want to say to the white supremacists, “Yes, you have the right to say what you think and so do I. So I also want to say, “You should be ashamed. Shut the hell up!”
To the surviving handful of people who tried so hard to get rid of me over the last three decades, feel free to claim your victory.