"I had managed to keep my composure in the grocery store, and even when I was putting away my cart back to get my quarter back. But as I drove home, the tears came. I began the ugly cry."
"Tears-pouring-down-my-face, couldn't-talk-couldn't-breathe kind of laughing. Screaming laughing. So hard that I was sobbing because I couldn't get it together."
"I could feel hot, salty tears coming down my face. I sat and cried silently... I was scrunching myself up against the wall as far as I could. All of a sudden, someone from behind us taps on the guy’s shoulder..."
In churches across America, a quiet but consequential conversation is unfolding. It often begins with a question—sometimes whispered, sometimes posted publicly on social media....
“I couldn’t help but think of young girls that are religious and have felt like their two examples in the Bible are either the virgin or the whore. It has to affect you and the way that you navigate the world and navigate your faith."
"I loved her. But it was not enough, to not begin the affair with the other woman. It wasn’t enough, to not give my attention to the other woman when my wife was longing for attention from me."
