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In retrospect, my earliest religious memories were not benign ones. They were not framed in pithy clichés about love or grace or cuddly predatory animals who lost their desire to eat you. They were framed in warning. I was four years old when I first asked my mum who Satan was. It was a question…

This essay is best read alongside “What Belief Owed Love” which reflects on the ethical questions that shaped it. There is a theme to the Bible that many Christians tend to take for granted, a theme so great that its unfolding drama becomes the lens through which every chapter can be read. In the opening…

Growing Up in a Theology of Hurt I grew up in a faith that treated suffering not merely as an inevitable part of life, but as something close to sacred. Pain was not only expected. It was encouraged. It was framed as evidence of devotion, proof that one was truly walking the narrow way. In…