Searching for Sunday: Loving, Leaving, and Finding the Church

by Rachel Held Evans

Instead, we long for our churches to be safe places to doubt, to ask questions, and to tell the truth, even when it’s uncomfortable.

Even when I don’t believe in church, I believe in resurrection. I believe in the hope of Sunday morning.

Church came to me far more than I went to it, and I’m glad.

remembering what his baptism signified: his identity as a beloved child of God.

The great struggle of the Christian life is to take God’s name for us, to believe we are beloved and to believe that is enough.

We are people who stand totally exposed before evil and death and declare them powerless against love.