Dear Evangelical Me
A Letter to my former self...and to the church I once called home
“I had to leave the building for a few hours just to breathe because something inside me cracked open.”
A couple weeks ago, I found myself at an evangelical megachurch for a conference in Dallas. I hadn’t been in a space like that in years. It used to feel like home, but this time…it didn’t.
The Room That Brought It All Back
I was attending the Young Pastors Summit…an event packed with passionate, Jesus-loving leaders. It was hosted by THINQ, and nearly every person in the room came from the evangelical world except me and my co-worker.
Truth be told, everyone was kind. Everyone was respectful. But I couldn’t shake the feeling: I don’t belong here anymore.
The lingo. The urgency. The emotional intensity. It all came rushing back…along with a flood of emotions I wasn’t expecting. Gratitude, respect, nostalgia... and grief. I …
