deconstruction
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I cannot remember the exact moment that I realized Christianity was not for me, and honestly, I don’t think there was one. It was just a myriad of occurrences, a thousand tiny cuts, one slap too many, that drove me away, but not in a bombastic way. Oh no, my friends, that faith went out
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Until my mid-thirties, I didn’t realize I’d been raised evangelical Christian. Yeah, it was a weird time for me for multiple reasons, but I digress. Over the past several years, I’ve been deconstructing, which has been both incredibly embarrassing but also empowering, but mostly on the side of the former because like … I actually
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