on being Exvangelical – Page 2

a black and white photo of me as a baby on my mom's lap. she is looking at me and smiling, and I am laughing.

on being Exvangelical/on Generational Trauma/on Harm & Reciprocity

born into it

Posted on 3 June 2022

I can still remember eight or nine-year-old me, asking my dad a question that was heavy on my young heart, hoping for an answer that would help me: why do we do...

in a dim foggy light, a small winding river is lined with tall grasses and snow-frosted pine trees

on being Exvangelical/on Chronic Illness/on Generational Trauma/on Praxis/on Queerness

can you see in the dark?

Posted on 3 November 2021

You aren’t alone; but the more alone you believe that you are, the more your messiah complex will be able to dictate your feelings and choices.

a warmly saturated photo of an infant on the left being gently touched on the head by a toddler (me) on the right.

on being Exvangelical/on Generational Trauma/on Harm & Reciprocity/on Hope/on Mental Health

shake the dust

Posted on 24 September 2021

I think one of the only things I can teach my kids is how to shake the dust from their feet when leaving is what’s best.