I’m learning that the faith I love so much, that has raised me and held me tenderly, has been a crushing fist of oppression in the lives of others. I’m learning that the community of people who have given me a sense of identity for my whole life, and who encouraged me to place Christ first, have largely traded following a poor carpenter turned itinerant rabbi for pursuit of mansions in the sky. Increasingly, I am aware that the God about whom the Scripture bears witness has little to do with the god promoted in those little blue books I handed out long ago.
