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How to Actually Live and Love Like Jesus
And why the church falls short
Over the past several years, I have been going through my old journals to create one extended, centralized narrative documenting my journey of life: what I believe, why I believe it, and how I’ve gotten to this point. This project started as an attempt at authenticity; I called myself a Christian, but I was having trouble articulating why. Did I actually believe the things I claimed I believed? Or had they always just been the answers I knew the people around me wanted to hear?
Despite my (admittedly concerning) tendency to simply believe everything that I hear is true (ask me about the 10 years I spent confidently telling people that you can eat Crocs if you boil them) the existential realities of the universe have always been the one realm that I have constantly questioned, where my skepticism has come out in full force. Jesus makes some pretty bold claims and if I’m supposed to share them with others, then I sure as hell (ha, get it?) better believe what I’m saying. So, over the past five years, I’ve been intermittently reading through my old journals and reflecting on the journey of my life. It has also served as great source material for the memoir I will inevitably be asked to write when I someday become overwhelmingly famous and influential.
