Over my time as a minister, people whispered these questions to me, often ashamed to put them into words. I’m articulating them in hopes of engaging their thinking.
I’m still here and I’m still me. I’m still humorous, musical, creative, passionate, loving, and enormously graceful on the dance floor....
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?
I haven't lost myself. I'm growing up.
Paul once said that we were baptized to walk in newness of life but we are scared to do it. It’s much easier to march toward death while insisting we are right.
Parents, your children are more important than your religion.