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.
It has taken me a long time to see that our religion could be a tool to prey on the vulnerable. The baptismal waters come closer to drowning them rather than cleansing them.
"Let me ask you," he said to the little children, "If you were to die in your sleep tonight, where would you go?"
I’m not a sinner. I’m a person. I posted this on Facebook and received some powerful reactions. My minister pals responded with gentleness and support. Other friends, though they were kind, equated my statement with total rejection of the Christian doctrine and it confused them to hear this coming from a pastor. Some cheered me … Continue reading I’m not a Sinner. I’m a Person