An Open Letter to Non-Christians from a Guy Trying to Find His Place in (or out of) the Church
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I grew up going to church every Sunday. My family sat in the same pew every week: the third one from the front on the left-hand side of the sanctuary.
All of the regulars at our Baptist church knew it was our pew. It was “ours” every week except the random times when visitors unknowingly plopped…