“As I stood over her and spent those last few minutes with her, blood was cascading down my legs and onto the floor. I didn't care - my womb was crying. Everything about me was crying. Watching them wheel her away broke me. My life ended then and there."
“I hadn't seen him in nearly 13 years, he was 4 years old then, but everything seemed to fit… I slowly walked over to him, and his family. I slowly approached him, and when he looked at me... I shattered the ice."
"A demon manifested, and it wasn’t me at all. I don’t remember what I did. I had to see in the video of my baptism. I was completely crazy. The demon was crazy. It wasn't me."
It is, dare I say, sexy to deconstruct your Christian faith right now, but to what are you running? We're in the age of the Build-a-God Workshop. And often, these gods look a lot like you.
"I remember the weight. Feeling the darkness drag me down to a place I thought even God couldn’t go. Where I was a nothing and nothing really mattered. Where loneliness devoured my insides but no human being could fill the void. In that moment, I knew only the darkness."
Progressive Christianity can be persuasive and enticing, but carried out to its logical end, it is an assault on the foundational framework of Christianity.
