A Pile of My Old Shit: Religion.
In the words of Red City Radio, I was looking through a pile of my old shit. I was singing their song. “You can’t go and blame everything on your innocence, when you leave your guard down. And you’re disregarding common sense, you’ve been asking why when you should be asking how.” And I came up with this.
I left a lot of good people behind when I left my church. A lot of people who believed in the book they wrote; a lot of people who meant what they said. I loved those people and I’ll never stop loving them. I feel like I owe them an answer for a lot, especially the leaving them part; it’s those people who I routinely dream about, wake up about, and continue to think about — almost daily. For those people, the ones who have waged their personages, identities, families and eternities on a particular hermeneutic, everything I’m about to say is cause for relentless concern. And I understand that. I am a prayer request.
I’m a recovering, or reformed Charismatic who died a slow death— depending on your view of things. I have a lot to say about recovery, and other things, things that I’ve left along the side of the road and things I’m looking forward to.
If any of that sounds like you, follow my little thread here.
