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I'm sitting here with myself and this weird little toddler of a dog, thinking about how I ended up back in faith after everything faith put me through. Honestly? It's all I can do not to turn around and run.
It's hard to believe in an all-loving God when twenty years of Evangelical guilt still nags at the dark corners of my mind. I don't believe God supports hate, fear, or bigotry. Scripture confirms this, but there's an entire commercial religion complex that banks of guilt and weaponizes oxytocin so effectively that it divorces people from the very love of God it claims to represent.
Do I want to run from the sheer existential terror of being a queer person of faith who has to exist in the same space as people who want to condemn me to an eternal punishment God never prescribed? Sure.
Am I going to? Not on your life.
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