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Hope and Friendship on the Slippery Slope

“Remember the revivals?” my friend Dee asks me. We are drinking iced coffee on a Sunday morning in the small town we met, the town of our fiery Pentecostal days. The last time I was at this coffee shop, I was a teenager, sipping a strawberry smoothie and listening to my youth pastor talk about…
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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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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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I Hear Fundamentalist Voices

It’s been quiet on the blog for a few days, in part because it’s so beautiful out that I’ve been taking my sweet girl to the park to run in circles all day long. I’ve also planted a bunch of vegetable seeds in my raised beds  – an early birthday present from family – so naturally…
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I Hear Fundamentalist Voices

It’s been quiet on the blog for a few days, in part because it’s so beautiful out that I’ve been taking my sweet girl to the park to run in circles all day long. I’ve also planted a bunch of vegetable seeds in my raised beds  – an early birthday present from family – so naturally…
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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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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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