It’s that time of year again. Easter is the holiday that makes me the most tired. It’s the most triggering. The most exhausting.
We can build something amazing together.
Every time I walk into a mainline church, I am flooded with a flight response. The sights, sounds, smells, and phrases are immediately familiar. (Thank you, Baby Albert.)
Easter and I have a complicated relationship.
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