Defining Moments: Lying for Jesus, Library Edition.
Biff was so proud of himself, but I was so horrified.
Biff was so proud of himself, but I was so horrified.
There’s a longer post coming, but here’s a little sneaky-peek to get the party going, so you know where my headspace is when I talk about the Unequally Yoked Club. I’d been out of church for a while. I guess I was 24 or so. This was in Portland, after Read more
All this time, despite my misgivings about the very un-Christlike people in my church’s leadership and in my own little family, I spent a lot of time at the church, as one might expect. My mother’d been downright alarmed when she’d realized I was spending five out of every seven Read more
I’m out of the Southern Baptist megachurch by now and sitting in the school library at a long table with some girlfriends researching something or other. The library is built right in the middle of the school building itself, with glass walls so anybody inside can see everything going on Read more
Everybody says their Catholics are the most hardcore, but I’m here to tell you that my German-Polish family is probably a front-runner for the gold medal winners of Catholic fervor. I grew up thinking everybody had an aunt named Sister Seraphia and uncles with fancy collars. We even had a Read more
I’ll talk more later about my path to fundamentalism, but for now, just know that I was born into an intensely Catholic family but became a fundie in my teens, eventually marrying a preacher. I hung out there in that general vein for about ten years before walking away from Read more