by Brandon Flanery | Faith Deconstruction, Identity, LGBTQ
I used to think the Holy Spirit was stalking me. No, really. Every time I tried to leave the church—or God, or the slightly culty Bible college that served fish sticks as a “cultural experience”—I’d feel this twinge of guilt that smelled suspiciously like youth group...
by Brandon Flanery | Identity, Spiritual Writing
I’m out in the mountains … again. No Cheryl Strayed agenda. I gave up on that. Seems like God prefers talking to me through panic attacks and people. “You coming, Brandon?” a camper calls. “Nah. I need a moment.” I’m sitting on a massive rock, on the edge of an...
