An Old Emergence

To be dead is to be devoid of life, of vibrancy, of sensation. It is to no longer feel or change or develop. That is to be dead. Many of my friends, are embarking on new seasons of their lives right now as school is starting and summer is ending. I am included as I prepare for my final semester of college. When seasons change in our lives, there are often disturbances. These can be either good or bad, depending on how we receive them.

I don’t know where to begin. This blog may come off as overly sensitive or even “preachy.” I am not sorry for that. I am not sorry at all. And those who may read this and feel that way are probably part of the problem. Over the last few weeks I have encountered several situations that make me question my place in Christianity. I have literally had to stop and consider whether or not I want to be called a Christian anymore. My beliefs have not changed, but I have looked at the nature of my belief stacked against the way others who call themselves “Christian” act and have found myself at odds. I am tired of Christians using the Bible to oppress or back up politically motivated arguments. I’m sick of hearing verses of scripture contorted out of context. I’m done dealing with Christians disparaging people who are different from them. Just because you are white, straight, and have never had to deal with sexual issues doesn’t make you perpetually right. Just because someone