Don’t look for answers from those who haven’t even inquired.
...Both translations of disappointment hurt because they incite us to determine our own self-worth with the never-satisfied measuring stick of our perceived worth to others.
This is about my relationship with InterVarsity, how a light became a fire, and how the ashes became something new.
“I want to keep quiet,” said an old college fellowship friend to me, “but I can’t. What you’re doing is wrong.” The message - a response to our engagement announcement - came with a barrage of Bible verses and rationale: judgment in a cloak of compassion.
I eventually took flight from my non-affirming church after taking hits critical enough to damage rather than boost my relationship with God and God’s kin-dom. Here's the journey I’ve been on since then - this time with Ada as my co-pilot.
When Ada and I first started dating, I was attending the church that had been my home through college. The Living Room was a Southern Baptist-lite church bustling with twenty-somethings, all gathered around a charismatic worship band and our bearded, blue-jeaned preacher Mel.
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