She began to voice her disgust with churches in our area and how the pews are full of sinners. She ranted about how local pastors weren’t holy enough to recognize the calling on her life and how no one would give her a chance. She linked this to the idea that she made them uncomfortable because she “called out” their unrighteousness…

It was a fun day. From the road, one could see multiple bright-colored jumpers gently swaying with excitement. The bold splashes of blue and yellow invited on-lookers to join the celebration, to drop the seriousness and revel in childlike joy. There was an ice cream truck serving up swirls of bliss and the fire raging from the BBQ pit wafted aromatic smells that lifted anyone’s countenance. It was the end of summer…