Two years ago, in the onset of my faith journey, I thought I could put my head down and just get it over with.
I was wrong.
It's not that I exclusively needed my experiences at Liberty to inform the person I am today, but they unwittingly became an invaluable part of who I've become. The friends, the memories, and the cost of coming out taught me - and I'm still learning - much about life and the pursuit of collective justice. I've lived and participated in a culture that blames the victim, vilifies the marginalized, and refuses to acknowledge its own sin.
Still I'm finding, through the trauma, the loss, and the anger, the early signs of a coming spring.Read More