El-roi

The tattoo on my arm is still new enough that it looks a little like a snake preparing to shed its skin. The Hebrew letters are still raised, scabbed layers of flesh. I find myself running my finger over these letters absentmindedly, reminding myself what the words mean and what they mean to me. “So … Continue reading El-roi

Six years ago

Evangelicals get a bad rap. And for good reason. Any system that doesn't make space for questions or that actively excludes others is not a system to be celebrated, but dismantled. Six years ago I had a breakdown. It had been coming for a long, long time. I kept ignoring it, shoving it into the … Continue reading Six years ago