The Traumatic Nature of Deconversion

Memory is unreliable when recounting old wounds, but I do know that the beginning of the end started with an email to an old professor in which I expressed: “I don’t think I believe in the God of Christianity anymore,” and ended with a Facebook post about deconversion, and an awkward, hard conversation at the…

The Doctrine of “YOLO”

If the only things that matter in life are eternal then why is it that so much of our focus is spent on the temporary, the here and now? What have we to gain from this culture of “YOLO”? As we all know, contrary to popular believe, we do not live just once. The book…

The Siren Song of Self-Harm

These past few weeks have been hard, especially Tuesday. Tuesday was a hellish day because it marked 4 years of dealing with the Beast that is Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. You would think that after some time, especially with the introduction and implementation of coping mechanisms and breathing techniques, the Beast would get bored and go…

Observations on 1 John 1

I was going to write a post about how the Gospel is supposed to be offensive, how it’s purpose is to change us (that’s kinda why Jesus came in the first place), and while I was doing research for that, I stumbled upon 1 John. (I tried not to interpret the text but to just…

When the White Girl Says “Amen!” in a Black Church (My Beef with Black Christians in America)

What happens when the White girl says “Amen!” in the midst of a Holy Spirit-filled, pastor preaching hell down, congregates speaking in tongues kind of service? Will her voice be silenced with even louder shouts from voices that secretly wish she was absent? Will looks of “Gurl, who she think she is coming up in here like that?” be thrown her way just because of the lack of melanin in her pigmentation?

The Night I Discovered the Bible isn’t THAT Important

I know I might accumulate a lot of hate for this post; or perhaps, no one will even notice my words on this page, but for those who choose to see this to the end, just stay with me. I promise this is going somewhere. I Have a Secret to Share… Lean in close… Here…

The Cross has the Final Say

“Jesus died so that I could live. He rose so that we could be wed.” This thought popped in my head in the midst of worship Tuesday night. In the middle of a song, whose lyrics include the phrase “the cross has the final say”, I found myself staring at my beloved covenant ring (pictured…

The Hope of the Messiah in the Midst of Pharisees

When I was washing my cup out late last week, I washed the outside first and then the inside. I usually don’t do that. I usually wash it the other way around. I didn’t think anything of it until Holy Spirit reminded me of this verse: “Woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! For you…

Why “God Loves Me” Isn’t Enough to Sustain Christianity

During a conversation I had with a friend last week, she expressed to me that she was doubting several things regarding spirituality and Christianity, as a religion, and what value it had to her personally. She told me that she no longer wanted anything to do with the Church, as her congregants are full of gossiping,…