Trepidation

I’m afraid to write what I want to write. My fear is that it will offend, there will be objection and I’ll feel sulky during and after. But damnit, I gotta jot. There should be an infinite spring of topics in my head but my interest has narrowed to only one and I can’t seem to turn away from it. I’m suffering from incurable tunnel vision directed at something that isn’t that relatable.

Issues of Western Christianity have always intrigued me, which is the diplomatic way of saying that they’ve mostly disgusted and bewildered me. I know it’s considered fashionable or intellectually astute to identify as an atheist or agnostic, but I won’t go that far. I’d like to share the label that brands the apostles and other people of faith. However, there is deffinitely a lack of necessary cynicism and healthy critique within the collective, global church body, and this lack of caring watchdogs births unhealthy practices that I’ve not only heard about but have experienced firsthand. I’ll try to construct more formally researched articles in the future but for now the anecdotal evidence I’ve compiled will have to be enough. This topic that I truly can’t see past isn’t meant to make a case against anyone. I’d like to think of it as my own, personal armchair exorcism. I’ll expel my demons while airing grieviances that may bring together some semblence of a community capable of relating to all of this nonsense.