They showed up at my door. I was 14. They went to my school. I was grounded, so I was in my room.
My mom let them in and they stumbled in, standing awkwardly with their youth pastor. They invited me to come to church. One shuffled from foot to foot, and then asked if she could tell me about Jesus.
I didn’t want to hear it.
I was angry at God, if there was one.
The scriptures they shared didn’t move me or make sense. I didn’t grow up in church so I didn’t know a lot about the Bible. All I knew is that life was hard and I didn’t ask anyone to fix me.
Thank you, very much and now here’s the door. [Read more…]