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”

But first, confession

One thing my evangelical upbringing taught me, if imperfectly, is that repentance and confession form the basis of all faith. So let me start this endeavor with that. Dear white evangelical friends, I’m sorry. I confess my anger and disillusion with you. I confess my judgment and lack of empathy. I confess I have becomeContinue reading “But first, confession”

A Zebra Without Stripes

I grew up a white American child in Kenya. A doubting, struggling, fearful Christian with bold, unwavering, evangelical missionary parents. As an adult, I’ve straddled the worlds of conservative Christianity and liberal academia, red states and blue states, flyover country and elite coasts, America and Africa. I can navigate a cocktail party or a tentContinue reading “A Zebra Without Stripes”