This is what I came for

Last Sunday, at my wonderful Methodist church, the scripture reading was one with which I had almost physically wrestled, on the floor, on my knees, in tears, for years and years. It was one with which I had been bludgeoned repeatedly by other Christians, certain they knew what the right thing was for me andContinue reading “This is what I came for”

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”