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When Your Faith Doesn't Move Mountains

The gypsy had a layer of skin where eyes normally should go. He also had stringy hair with yellow flakes falling out, and a dirty unbuttoned white shirt. His home was made of cardboard, and his kitchen was a fire pit. The least we could do was heal his eyes. This was my second Teen…
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Do you remember?

This one is for those who have fallen away from a charismatic faith. Do you remember the days? The days the Holy Spirit was an intimate force in your life that spoke to you. Sometimes it whispered for you to approach a stranger and bless them with a few dollars. Other times it quietly, but…
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Where Children Aren't Distractions: From Grape Juice to Red Wine Part VIII

We snuck into padded seats in the back row of a dark, windowless sanctuary. I bounced my baby Georgie – then six months old – on my knee, relieved to have something to busy myself with while we waited for the service to begin. My husband helped us stealthily bypass the welcome table, where we…
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Where Children Aren't Distractions: From Grape Juice to Red Wine Part VIII

We snuck into padded seats in the back row of a dark, windowless sanctuary. I bounced my baby Georgie – then six months old – on my knee, relieved to have something to busy myself with while we waited for the service to begin. My husband helped us stealthily bypass the welcome table, where we…
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Teaching Our Children to Love and Doubt

When I stumbled on Alissa BC’s blog not too long ago, it was like finding my own story packaged in beautiful prose. I didn’t know that there were other mothers out there wrestling with the same doubts and big questions as me. For the first time in months I really rested in the truth that…
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Teaching Our Children to Love and Doubt

When I stumbled on Alissa BC’s blog not too long ago, it was like finding my own story packaged in beautiful prose. I didn’t know that there were other mothers out there wrestling with the same doubts and big questions as me. For the first time in months I really rested in the truth that…
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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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Church shopping at the wrong mall: A story of Easter Sundays. #FGJ2RW Part VII

I sometimes track my faith journey by Easter Sundays. Two Easters ago, my husband and I, as well as the growing baby inside me, were church shopping with an enthusiasm that would quickly wear off. It started out exciting. Google Maps showed hundreds of red dots when we searched the term “church”. Each red dot…
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Church shopping at the wrong mall: A story of Easter Sundays. #FGJ2RW Part VII

I sometimes track my faith journey by Easter Sundays. Two Easters ago, my husband and I, as well as the growing baby inside me, were church shopping with an enthusiasm that would quickly wear off. It started out exciting. Google Maps showed hundreds of red dots when we searched the term “church”. Each red dot…
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When Empty Crosses Aren’t Enough: From Grape Juice To Red Wine Part VI

When writer Natalie Trust agreed to do a guest post for “From Grape Juice to Red Wine“, I did a happy dance in my kitchen. Natalie is just one of those salt-of-the-earth storytellers: honest, gracious, funny and dead-on. I know you’ll enjoy her piece today. If you do, keep a look out for the memoir she’s…
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