I hate the reality of church.
I hate fake people. Jesus didn't come to teach us how to cover up our faults; He came so we can learn to love, and become more like Him. It's impossible for me to pretend anymore. I spent way too many years trying to be someone everyone could like. Being good, being skinny, being popular. Those are nice things. But not when it's a show.
I have a friend named Fran. She's my hero. She knows where it's at.
This is not a hate letter to the church. It's an invitation. An invitation to a revolution. Wake up and smell the coffee, heaven-bound!
I am also sleep-deprived and buzzed up on caffeine.
Gosh I want to throw a brick at something.
About Me
- Hannah
- I love to run. I love music. Nothing can beat it. Food isn't good unless it is spicy. I enjoy acting and writing. Even Stevens was the best show on Television. So was Freaks and Geeks. I'm obsessed with all things Burt's Bees. I journal like a beast. I dig extremists, abolitionists, revolutionists and radicals. I'm really into justice. And I hate slavery.
1 comment:
Yeah, because that's what every church is like.
No, but really. I like the essence of your post; the idea of not being afraid to be counter to the idea of covering up and making things pretty in our culture. That's good stuff. Not every church is like that, and not at all times, but yeah it can be.
This comment is kind of like an Asian snack: savory and sweet. I'm kind of punching you in the face while handing you a lollipop. I hope you can appreciate it.
Get some sleep. Muse on something nice in the morning.
The End.
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