That Church Girl
I was that church girl. The one who followed all the rules. Crossed every “t” and dotted each and every “i.” An if you didn’t, you were wrong. That church girl, the one I was, was convinced that if you were part of a church that was NOT our non-denominational, independent, Stone-Campbell Christian church, you were part of the wrong church. Sins were so obvious, and if you committed any of the “big ones” you needed to fear for your eternity (and of course, I never committed those “big ones”). That was me. I hope it isn’t me now. Life has had a way of dulling my sharp edges. It has helped me see that there is far more grey in the world than I used to think existed, and all that black and white is slowly bleeding together. This does not mean that the me of today does not believe in absolute truth, as revealed in scripture. This me believes that still, heart and soul, unwaveringly. But this me also realizes that I do not corner the market on salvation. Or