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Demons are Everywhere! A look back on my fight in the spiritual realm

When I was Pentecostal, I saw demons everywhere. They wandered around my bedroom looking for ways to oppress me. They tempted me on the days I did not spend time reading the bible. They dwelled in homes of families in bondage to “generational sin”, and they used sex and alcohol to torment my friends. “There…
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Thoughts on "Girl at the End of the World"

In Girl at the End of the World, my friend Elizabeth Esther’s gutsy memoir, we hear the story of her escape from the fundamentalist cult of her childhood, and her ongoing process of healing from spiritual abuse. Despite the many heartbreaking scenes, some of which haunt me, I finished the book with a great sense of…
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Keep Being Brave

If Sarah Bessey grips your hand and tells you to keep being brave, you better listen. I spent last weekend at Faith & Culture Writers Conference, filling my creative tank and a brand new notebook with writerly ideas and inspiration. Some of my favorite writers and bloggers turned up to speak for the occasion, their…
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The Day I Learned to Stop Singing

I was in the middle seat of a 1980s minivan with rusty hubcaps along with six other teen girls and two youth leaders. We were headed to an all-girls Christian camp in the coastal redwoods of California. It was 2000, and I was feeling very stylish with a soft pink handkerchief in my hair. The…
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The Day I Learned to Stop Singing

I was in the middle seat of a 1980s minivan with rusty hubcaps along with six other teen girls and two youth leaders. We were headed to an all-girls Christian camp in the coastal redwoods of California. It was 2000, and I was feeling very stylish with a soft pink handkerchief in my hair. The…
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Serving from the brokenness

Serve again. The thought popped in my head not too long ago and startled me. The widows and the orphans. The poor. The broken. The old. The marginalized. Serve them. But I don’t do that crap anymore. But that stuff is for the Super-Christians. But I’m still healing. There was a time in my life…
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Serving from the brokenness

Serve again. The thought popped in my head not too long ago and startled me. The widows and the orphans. The poor. The broken. The old. The marginalized. Serve them. But I don’t do that crap anymore. But that stuff is for the Super-Christians. But I’m still healing. There was a time in my life…
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Panic inducing memories in my old Bible

Yesterday I was rummaging around the garage when I stumbled on a giant Box of Christian Books. This box has somehow survived several moves, collecting dust in various closets, garages and sheds. Although its contents haven’t made our shelves in years, I haven’t had the strength to get rid of them. I haven’t even have…
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