this frightening road

It became increasingly clear that my fellow Christians didn’t want to listen to me, or grieve with me, or walk down this frightening road with me.  They wanted to fix me.  They wanted to wind me up like an old-fashioned toy and send me back to the fold with a painted smile on my face and tiny cymbals in my hands.

–Rachel Held Evans, Searching for Sunday, p.52

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