• Dear Christianity, I Have a Few Questions

    How is it that when I hear the voice of darkness breathing down my neck, I recognize the words as YOURS?





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  • Dear Christianity, I Have a Few Questions

    Dear Christianity, I Have a Few Questions

    Dear Christianity, We’ve been together a while now. My whole life, to be exact.  I know we’ve had our hard times, our breakups and makeups and are-we-going-to-make-it stretches, but you’re still my religion. So I have a few questions for you. I’ve been seeing a therapist lately. (Don’t worry — …Read More »
  • Ghosts in the City

    Ghosts in the City

    I used to be a photographer. Then somewhere along the way I stuck my camera in an old backpack and let it gather dust for a few years.  But a snowy night in March seemed like the right time to open it up again, to capture the ghosts in the …Read More »
  • We Are “Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt”

    We Are “Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt”

    When I was in first grade, my family joined Bill Gothard’s homeschool cult. So when Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt showed up on Netflix this month, it sometimes felt like rewatching parts of our life. In today’s guest post, my older sister Kirstin Murray Kyner put that feeling into words: The new …Read More »
  • Does Jesus Heal Our Ouchies?

    Does Jesus Heal Our Ouchies?

    “Does Jesus heal our ouchies?” It’s one of those moments when abstract spirituality meets bruises and scraped knees, and my son wonders with the sort of innocent curiosity possessed only by a three-year-old. I hear myself answering him before I even stop to think about what I should say. /// …Read More »