When Christians Go Batshit Crazy

Strobe lights sweep across the auditorium. Music pounds against my eye sockets. Hands are in the air. They praise God with a passion that used to humble me to tears. I’m in my seat, arms crossed, eyes half open. Literally, I’m in a church. I’M IN A CHURCH AND THERE’S STROBE LIGHTS. I have been in the dregs of America’s Bible Belt for barely two … Continue reading When Christians Go Batshit Crazy

Being the New Girl

“I don’t understand why we go to a church forty-five minutes away,” I say, gripping the steering wheel as I practice my driving. Dad leans back in his seat.  “What’s the problem with that?” “It takes us out of the community.” “Fine, okay, I’ll tell you what,” he says.  “You can pick a local church and I’ll take you there.” “No.  Never mind.” “Why not?” … Continue reading Being the New Girl