Sharing Stories

As I think on my childhood, I realize that my commitment to Christianity was more than just a part of my identity; it was the foundation. With unwavering fervor, I accepted my church's teachings and Biola University's rigorous academic pursuit of theology. However, beneath this veneer of certainty, a turbulent sea of guilt churned. I was constantly battling the notion that I was never good enough for God's standards, which was reinforced by every sermon and scripture study. This guilt became a...

I've always believed that to follow Jesus meant to serve those in need, to be a beacon of hope and love in a world often darkened by despair and indifference. Growing up Southern Baptist, my faith was the cornerstone of my identity, guiding every decision, every action. At thirteen, I found my calling in mission work, coordinating clothing drives and food distribution, embodying the teachings of Jesus by helping the homeless in my town. It was a passion that led me to found a non-profit...

A Journey Through Space and Faith Britney's story unfolds like a star chart mapping the vast expanse of the cosmos, each point of light representing a moment of question, a spark of doubt, or a beacon of hope on her path of deconstruction. Raised in the tapestry of Christian denominations, from Methodist to Pentecostal and beyond, Britney's faith was as familiar and comforting as the night sky. Yet, as the Hubble and Webb telescopes peeled back the layers of the universe, revealing a cosmos...

The Bridge of Understanding In the vibrant tapestry of faiths that make up the world, Mohammed's life was a thread woven from the rich heritage of Islam. Raised in a Muslim household, his upbringing was steeped in the traditions and teachings of his faith, providing him with a strong sense of identity and belonging. Yet, Mohammed's inquisitive nature and the friendships he formed with individuals from diverse religious backgrounds sparked a journey of exploration and discovery that would...

In the heart of South Carolina, cradled by the unwavering embrace of the Bible Belt, my story begins. My name is Joe Joe, born into the rigid doctrines of a Calvinist church, a world that felt more confining than sanctified. By the age of six, my family transitioned to another church, shrouded in tradition yet pulsating with growth, for reasons that remained a mystery to me. From an early age, I was told I possessed a gift—an innate understanding of spiritual matters that seemed to transcend...