Standing on my back porch one day, I told God I didn’t want to believe anymore. I thought it would be simpler to just not be a Christian. I was tired of the pain caused by misuse of Scripture, the inherent patriarchy that even in progressive circles makes me feel like I have to defend my personhood at times, the thousands of years of “issues” that seem …
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