Jesus Wasn't Religious and Neither Am I
(AI re-creation of a recent Facebook post.) If you know me, really know me, then you already understand this: I’m not here to win a popularity contest. I’ve long been unbothered by whether people like me or agree with what I have to say. I'm not driven by applause, and I won’t be deterred by outrage. That’s what freedom of spirit looks like—and it’s the only way I can be honest. So let me speak plainly. I think about our Heavenly Father a lot. I reflect often on Jesus' ministry—not the sanitized version preached from some pulpits, but the raw, radical truth of it. And I remember a moment from my own story: I was three and a half years old, shattered and lifeless in the middle of Clifton Avenue in Logansport, Indiana. And yet, by the grace of the Holy Spirit, life returned to me. That’s why I believe in the Holy Trinity. Unshakably. Experientially. Not because a book told me to, but because the Spirit move...