I want to introduce y’all to Christian leader Bill Gothard. He’s got a folksy good-ole-boy crooked smile; he’s just the right age where an old white dude gets a lot of cachet in certain fundagelical circles, and he’s a rock star in the homeschooling/”purity culture” crowd that thinks the best Read more
Macs are like Miatas in that they don’t ever tend to break, but when they do, they don’t really mess around. I’ll try to keep updating, but please be patient while I get stuff worked out. Not sure what’s going on, probably hard drive as I’ve ruled out most of Read more
Well, I officially have a diabetic cat now. He is about 12 years old, and he is huge and very affectionate and not terribly bright, this cat, and as white and pink as any 80s lithographed fantasy cat. And a few days ago he began flopping around like a walrus Read more
Our journey into both love and that happy land of books you really should have read by now and if you haven’t, then you should definitely consider it continues today with The Last Unicorn, by Peter S. Beagle. In this book, the author plays with narratives about love. He gently teases them, toys with them, and ultimately honors them.
This is a love story, but it is not about another person. That would come later. This is a story about how I discovered a truth that somehow made its way into Christianity. This is how I discovered that why yes, perfect love does cast out fear.
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
C’mon, admit it: that got y’all’s attention. But it’s a true story, and I’m about to tell you how my mother, of all people, managed the trick. I mentioned before that my Mom was raised uber-Catholic, as in I have relatives who are nuns and priests, we had a super-antique Read more
Once upon a time, I knew a man who was a really good person. He was a Christian, but you know by now that I already think that it wouldn’t matter what religion he was. Good is as good does. Well, he thought it mattered. He’d chosen to minister to Read more
No, really, that’s how I ended up re-joining the Pentecostal church. About six months after leaving fundamentalism the first time, my boyfriend at the time, Biff, went to a church service with the specific intention of trolling the Christians there and ended up getting “exorcised” of a “demon.” (Scare quotes Read more
I needed answers, and I needed them quickly.