She understood me. She was the first person who did. The ruminating thoughts, the downward spiral, the world of horrors that was always a mutant breath away—she understood it all.
Twenty years ago, I had a conversation with a sweet, well-meaning relative who explained to me that people who took medication for mental illness didn’t have enough faith.
A divisive topic in Christian ministry has come to the forefront recently. Facebook and Twitter feeds are lit up with the controversy over Evangelical Minister John MacArthur’s comments that Beth Moore should stop preaching and “go home.” He sat on a panel of all-male ministers who openly mocked Moore—saying that she is narcissistic, and that she is […]
Today, I want to tell you a story about a race I never wanted to run, and a life I never wanted to live.