One door, and only
one, and yet its sides are two:
Inside and outside.
On which side are you?
One door, and only
one, and yet its sides are two.
I’m on the inside. On
which side are you?
There's no line on the ground that shows the change between then
and now. I can't identify the moment that I shifted from conservative
fundamentalist to progressive Baptist. Or from abuse victim to abuse survivor.
Or the moment I changed my mind about the role of women in the Church, or about
what it is to be saved, or about how good Sunny D tastes (not good at all, as
it turns out). Things changed without my noticing. Some things that were big
changed so much that I don't see how I could have developed from the person I
was twelve years ago. That was a life I couldn't wait to get rid of. At
eighteen, I was off like a shot, five hundred miles away and never going back.
Now I’m going back.
