
This is the introduction to our series What to Do When the Church Lets You Down. You can see all the posts here. I grew up in church until I was six years old. I don't remember much about it except we got to run across to Dairy Queen on occasion, and we had to wear dresses and keep our hair long. I prayed beside Mama as she knelt at the foot of my bed and sang gospel tunes with my Daddy as he … [Read more...]



















