5 Reasons Why Making Mistakes is Great (Or, A Former Crazy Christian’s Ode to F*cking Up)

For a kid who was already anal about creases in her looseleaf, exiting a group of people who were so sure about their right answers that they tried to convert everyone they knew to The Light was world-shaking. It was humbling. It was awkward. And it was also fundamentally freeing.

“In Love with the One I Fear”: Bringing Abuse into Christianity (Crazy Love Ch 3 Review)

This week we're looking at the third, and maybe most humanizing, chapter in Crazy Love. It is also named "Crazy Love," and I mean, it's not wrong. This chapter is a gold mine for a conversation Evangelicals really need to have, but it's also heartbreaking. Got daddy issues? So does Francis Chan, and "Crazy Love" is about how he tried to … Continue reading “In Love with the One I Fear”: Bringing Abuse into Christianity (Crazy Love Ch 3 Review)

Crazy. Love?: First Review of Francis Chan’s Book, Crazy Love (and What it Reveals About Conservative Christianity)

If you were holy rollin' like me in the late 2000s, you might have been part of the Francis Chan craze that swept conservative Christian circles across the nation -- and the New York Times Bestsellers List. Some of you might remember him. Tall, slim Chinese American guy with a book that took conservative Christian … Continue reading Crazy. Love?: First Review of Francis Chan’s Book, Crazy Love (and What it Reveals About Conservative Christianity)

Still Rebuilding: When Christianity Robs You of Your Very Personhood

There's this lie. This lie I was spoon fed from birth. A lie they put in an IV drip, one I carried with me always, until the lie became my very blood. A lie that lives, still, at the very center of me. Of everything. This lie: At my heart of hearts, I believe that … Continue reading Still Rebuilding: When Christianity Robs You of Your Very Personhood

Living with Our Parents’ Blame: A Love Note to My Fellow Prodigal Kids

It's been four and a half months since I came out to my parents. Four and a half months since I spit out the secret I'd been carrying like a poison pill under my tongue for years. Since this whole crazy, dangerous, exhilarating, beautiful adventure -- life -- began. Four and a half months, too, … Continue reading Living with Our Parents’ Blame: A Love Note to My Fellow Prodigal Kids