Life as a Black Christian Right Now
/My faith took a big hit the latter part of last year. The summer was full of protests, destruction, and pain. Black people were being killed for existing and half the country couldn’t wrap their heads around why that would be something painful. I was particularly disappointed to see people who claimed to be Christian be loud and proud racists. I was disgusted by their behavior and by any religious institution that would promote hatred in the name of the Jesus I thought I knew.
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I turned 25 years old this month, and it has been a journey getting here. Scientifically, your brain is supposed to be fully developed at 25, so I guess there is no longer an excuse for being a knucklehead anymore. But the truth is, I still feel 12 years old—unsure of myself, worried about making friends, and fighting off acne on my forehead. All of those challenges remain, except now I have a light bill to pay too.