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The Faith That Formed Me I grew up in Jamaica, in a society that has never been famed for its tolerance of non-heterosexual identities, inside a conservative, fundamentalist denomination that codified my religious imagination long before I ever chose what to believe. I learned early on that “gay” was an insult, a punchline, a pejorative…

A Requiem of Faith I recently wrote about my loss of faith and why that loss should matter to Christians. Not because I imagine my story to be unique, but precisely because it is not. It belongs to a growing chorus of quiet departures, people slipping out of pews and into a wider, lonelier, but…