I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how continually shocked people are over the way white evangelicals have continued to stand by Donald Trump. A 10/2018 Public Religion Research Institute poll showed that 71% of white evangelicals still approve of Trump’s presidency. If we use a 2017 number from The Economist, the overall total # of self-identified white evangelicals is around 55 million – that is 17% of that year’s population. This would mean that as recently as 3 months ago, around *39 million* white evangelicals think Trump is doing a good job.
But if you grew up in the evangelical church, it’s not at all shocking.
Continue reading “when everything’s made up and the facts don’t matter”
I have never felt completely comfortable in my own body. For as long as I can remember, I have always been too big, too tall, too broad-shouldered, too brown. And of course, as an offshoot of that last one, I was always too loud. As a child, I thought that I could someday change that. When I grew up, I decided, I would be red-headed and fair-skinned like my literary idols at that time, Anne Shirley and Pippi Longstocking. I would take up the appropriate amount of space. If I was overly loud, it would be endearing and quirky, not met with shushing or embarrassed looks. A place where this mentality–that of being too much–was regularly enforced was in the evangelical churches and organizations I attended growing up and into college. Continue reading “learning to be me”
One day, in the near future, there is going to be a post (or two or three) about my road to becoming an ex-Evangelical. It’ll be neatly done and have a cutesy title that does not reference an angsty musical. This is not that post. Continue reading “how did I get here (how the hell did I get here?)”