Maybe a month ago I was flipping through sermon notes from last year. My sermon notes resemble the ramblings of Mystery Science Theater 3000. And I came across this quote that I heard in a sermon.
"God hates sin so much that he saw my sin on his son and he killed his son."
Then my face did this.
Even a year ago, I thought that was pretty stupid. Now it's just another thought that crystallizes like an icy blast.
I still go to church events because I know some sweet, genuine Christians. But there's a certain kind of arrogance that I would have accepted unquestioningly in college--and that's what I'm never going back to.
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