With the death of a huge part of what used to form my identity - evangelicalism, I often find myself feeling displaced. Sometimes, I’m angry that I let myself live in such a misguided way for as long as I did; but most times, I’m sad and exhausted. Without evangelicalism whispering how I’m supposed to live, who am I? What is my purpose in life? And …
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