There are many of us scattered across the country. We’re the has beens, those who left the American evangelical church. I find others on social media, such as in closed Faceboook groups. A few years ago, I connected with a lot of them through my blogging. I found like-minded writers via Twitter. Thankfully, some of those people have turned into real-life friends.
Last weekend, Mark and I visited a couple of those friends in their Atlanta home. We’ve visited before, but this time, we had opportunities to have conversations we’d previously only had through Messenger. We talked about God and our doubts and our questions during the drive to Ponce City Market where we watched the sun set from a rooftop restaurant. We discussed religion over a home-cooked breakfast while listening to Derek Webb’s new album.
It’s difficult to have these conversations when you live smack-dab in the middle of the Bible Belt. Almost everybody I know goes to church. Most of them share similar religious values and beliefs. I can relate, but I no longer want to.
