And The Word Stayed on the Page

You quote me chapter and verse As if I’ve never read them. You can tell me with confidence What God thinks of my sin. You dish out the condemnation Like hot apple pie But only your piece tastes sweet. I’m a problem A category A person to manage Contain Exclude. The Lord’s table isn’t openContinue reading “And The Word Stayed on the Page”

Vertigo

All of this, all of this can be yours Just give me what I want and no one gets hurt –U2, “Vertigo,” How to Dismantle an Atomic Bomb One of my least favorite aspects of missionary kid-dom was our family being “special” almost everywhere we went. Except in the rarified world of other missionaries/missionary kids,Continue reading “Vertigo”

The Three Words That Set Me Free

I don’t know. This was not something I felt I could say earlier in my faith. It was imperative to to always have an answer to any theological question. With Christian friends, I did minor battle over baptism, predestination, the rapture, what heaven would be like, speaking in tongues, whether you could lose your salvation,Continue reading “The Three Words That Set Me Free”

My version of a marriage seminar

Our last conservative/evangelical church–which honestly, is still a wonderful, beautiful community, we meant no disrespect by leaving, and I mean none by what I will write here–was comprised of mainly young, urban professionals, most of them single. The married couples were generally newlyweds, and there weren’t many kids. Most people moved out to the suburbsContinue reading “My version of a marriage seminar”

If you see U2, give them this letter from me

Dear Friends,  It’s 1984. I’m a little American girl living in Kenya, the child of evangelical missionaries. We have no TV, no radio, no real phone, really, just deliveries from America from time to time, or visits there every couple of years, where we pick up little snippets of the culture. My older sister, onContinue reading “If you see U2, give them this letter from me”

The Sunday Saints

I can love the broken They pour themselves out Like a wild waterfall Strange and off-putting But sticky and present I can drink in Something so quivering and substantive They apologize for themselves With each breath It’s easy to forgive. I can love the abject failures They can’t hide They can’t judge They can’t alienateContinue reading “The Sunday Saints”

The Prayer

In evangelical Christianity, it all comes down to THE PRAYER. Not just any prayer, either. The Sinner’s Prayer. This is the prayer that determines your eternal destination. If you sincerely pray this prayer, you go to heaven. If you don’t, you go to hell. The sinner’s prayer is pretty strictly defined, and goes something likeContinue reading “The Prayer”

Why am I doing this?

I came across a Twitter thread the other day by Beth Moore. For those who don’t know of her, Beth is a Southern Baptist Bible teacher of some renown, who has published dozens of books and Bible studies, several of which I did/read in my evangelical days. Her work is geared toward women, because in theContinue reading “Why am I doing this?”

I don’t know who needs to hear this, but EVERYONE interprets the Bible

One of my least favorite evangelical sayings has got to be: “God said it, I believe it, and that settles it!” As in, everything you could ever need to know about life and any decision or issue you could ever face is written in black and white, in very simple terms, right there in theContinue reading “I don’t know who needs to hear this, but EVERYONE interprets the Bible”

You can be absolutely sure you’re right and still be wrong

When I was a kid, my dad repeatedly told me a story about a time he came into conflict wth a co-worker over something and was subsequently proven wrong. “Remember, you can be absolutely sure you’re right and still be wrong,” he said. Wise words. I won’t comment on whether or not he himself learnedContinue reading “You can be absolutely sure you’re right and still be wrong”