Growing up was a bit strange for me looking back on it now. I was a kid who grew up in small town southeast Texas. My high school class (had I graduated with them if I wasn’t homeschooled through a fundamentalist institution) had less than 100 people in it. And I grew up in church. I was in church every time the doors were open, especially since my dad was on staff for 14 years at two different churches that we attended. But I always remember that there was something strange. My dad was divorced. My step-mom was divorced. And divorce was an atrocity.
The Atrocity
The Atrocity
The Atrocity
Growing up was a bit strange for me looking back on it now. I was a kid who grew up in small town southeast Texas. My high school class (had I graduated with them if I wasn’t homeschooled through a fundamentalist institution) had less than 100 people in it. And I grew up in church. I was in church every time the doors were open, especially since my dad was on staff for 14 years at two different churches that we attended. But I always remember that there was something strange. My dad was divorced. My step-mom was divorced. And divorce was an atrocity.