Sometimes I feel righteously indignant… often I feel merely sacrilegious. Usually, I hover somewhere between the two, confusing myself (and often others) with pesky questions and protests against the Christianity I have been enmeshed in all my life.
This battle came to a head last month as I stood on the outskirts of a prayer circle in the heart of downtown San Francisco - one day before the famous Pride Parade would take place.
I was there with a group of 35 Christian high school students. We worked in soup kitchens and homeless shelters, and went there in part to experience the pit of “sin city” USA.
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