We inherit words like furniture. Some pieces fit; others crowd the room and bruise our shins in the dark. Sin and love arrived early for most of us, carried in by elders who meant well and by institutions that needed certainty more than they needed breath. Over time, those words grew heavy. Sin turned into a verdict stamped on the body. Love shrank into a reward for good behavior. If you have ever felt trapped between those two—condemned for being human, exhausted from trying to be holy—this book is a rearranging of the furniture. We are making space to live.
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Matthew Williams Joined: Jun-30-2025 |
