He doesn’t comment on my photos telling me how “gorgeous” or “hot” I am to him, and I don’t get the “I love you too, baby’s” whenever I post something admiring him.
We played phone tag for hours and then he texted me a text I hope no one ever has to receive from someone they love and miss: “Still not working. Phone’s going to die. If this goes through, I love you.”
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.
