Dear Girl, Stop Following the Rules

Dear Girl, Stop Following the Rules

Dear girl, When I got your letter my heart sank to the pit of my stomach and I felt sick. I read the pain and confusion in every line; the desperate plea for clarity… for identity. When you met Jesus, you gave it all up for Him: all that identified you...

To the Girls In the Pew Ahead of Me

Dear girls, You don’t know me. I don’t know you. I saw you come in and sit down in front of me, smiling and hugging each other, looking around the sanctuary for familiar faces. During the greeting break you shook my hand, we exchanged a few words; maybe...