Dear Friend, I see you cringing when the big-name preacher shouts about sin, but doesn’t show love. I feel your insides turning into nauseating twists, as if sheer volume and persistence can convince people that they should follow. I cry along with you, those hot tears, when we witness together the hateful spouting of those …
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Broken, Happy People [on Hell & Holy Messes]
It’s a funny thing, not believing in Hell, or an afterlife at all, sometimes. It’s not something I think we can know for sure, this side of death, so I’m in between at the moment. In the midst of The Sorting. Plus, It’s not really something to bring up in polite conversation. Allude to a …
