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Bronze monument high on a tall base: A soldier stands facing a sitting woman with a child hugging her on either side. Woman looks up to soldier; he looks down to her. She holds his right hand in both of hers.

This “good Christian girl” is a woman now

Post published:August 1, 2024
Post category:Healing from Toxic Church My Story
Post last modified:May 21, 2025

I was a “good Christian girl” until well into middle age. Then, God led me where I did not want to go, to show me what I desperately needed to see.

"We are better than this!" says a sign held high by a blonde woman in a cream coat and pink gloves. She stands near the rear of a crowd that has gathered under gray skies and leafless trees. Some others hold signs we cannot read.

Four questions – about Trump, Evangelicals, self-deception and the Civil War

Post published:January 6, 2021
Post category:From: We Confess!Healing from Toxic Church
Post last modified:May 21, 2025

A true story from the past it seems important to tell. Four questions about the present it seems important to ask.

Twin waterfalls flowing as one, in a lush green setting at Ricketts Glen State Park, Benton, Pennsylvania

The great righteousness-justice divide

Post published:October 24, 2020
Post category:From: We Confess!Healing from Toxic Church
Post last modified:May 21, 2025

Ultimately, collectively, the church quenched the Spirit’s voice in order to embrace the society’s values. The church began to preach - and to try to live - a righteousness unencumbered with justice. But. God.

Inside the empty log church building at Shiloh battlefield - view from the back, of all things wooden: the structure with its peaked roof and open beams, the backless benches, the podium, the open door

The Civil War, the South and the church

Post published:June 28, 2019
Post category:From: We Confess!Healing from Toxic Church
Post last modified:May 21, 2025

Abuse had begun to open my eyes to evils in my church culture. Then, God took me on a pilgrimage into the past, to show me what is happening now.

Oak Alley Plantation in southern Louisiana: The broad walkway leading to the two-story, columned plantation house is flanked by a double row of live oak trees.

“My family never owned slaves”

Post published:June 13, 2014
Post category:From: We Confess!
Post last modified:March 16, 2024

Much as we may try to do so, we cannot buy ourselves “a pass from American history,” nor from the racist fallout still occurring today.