As someone who calls herself a Christian, I started to have a huge disconnect between what I thought my faith was, and what it was actually becoming.
They are the most unwanted group in the world.
“Earlier this month ISIS had allowed Christians to pay a non-Muslim tax known as jizya. On July 17, Christians were notified that jizya was no longer an option. They must now convert, flee or die.”
You don’t owe yourself to the things you left behind. You don’t have to worry about the people who don’t worry about you. You don’t have to be fighting an upward battle to have a life that has meaning. You aren’t worthier for having suffered.
I didn’t know who I was, but I knew who I didn’t want to be: a person who stole a tampon from a homeless woman.
“It’s 15 milligrams. Adderall. We call this the body of Christ. The blood is alcohol.”
Atheists are smarter.
Even though I’ve been a Christian my whole life, I’ve always felt a certain pressure to fit the cookie cutter Christian mold.
And though Jesus had made the two women, composed their breasts from nothing, even caused the sun to rise and give them that slightest twinge of brown, he couldn’t help but regret making their forms so healthy.
I joined one when I was a teen. I raised a large family in it. It was one of those traps that once you’re in you just can’t get out without chewing your leg off. After a lifetime in it, as in most cults, my family began to be attacked. As a mother I couldn’t stand by and watch.