“I love Jesus, but not the church.” This is what someone recently told me, and it left me puzzled.
When my family and I moved across continents, our lives were stripped down, and being in a new place made everything about three steps harder.
A while back, I got together with a friend over coffee. We were working on a project, and I noticed we weren’t on the same page. We were going to meet for one hour.
At the beginning of my third year of University, I took two bags and all the courage I could muster, and got on a plane to spend the next four months across the world.
When a close friend of mine shared with me through a text that she was no longer a Christian, I foolishly replied with three insensitive words: “Are you legit?”