How You Used Christianity to Silence Me
<p>The building was small but nice, with carved woodwork around the altar and pulpit, fancy linens with gold fringe, and a large gold cross was flanked by two tall white candles. I was six years old, and I’d never seen such a sight.</p>
<p>I was born in rural Easley, South Carolina, and had already been through eight foster homes. Most were humble places, with multiple foster kids, so we didn’t get to get out much. Church definitely wasn’t on the docket for us, except for one excursion to a Vacation Bible School where the church van picked us up and we got coloring sheets and crayons, red Kool-Aid, and cookies shaped like flowers with a hole in the middle, and where we learned some songs about people with weird names.</p>
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