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another way

a thrice-monthly hopeletter

for people who love Jesus but Church has become difficult

Hope is hard for me.

It used to be one of my favorite things. Helping people hope was a wonderful life, but when you live through the dark parts of church scandal, hope hurts so much.

Hope is supposed to ground us in the the goodness of it all despite the difficulties. Instead, hope reminds me of finally realizing how oblivious I was to the ways that influencial leaders were tearing lives apart for their personal pleasures or selfish gain or addictions or reputations.

It’s the hope that kills you.

–Mae the Bartender, Ted Lasso
Writing this letter a few times a month is a line in the sand for me. I finally decided to stop allowing the hell-laced actions of others take anything else from me, especially my hope.
Newsletters are a great way to send out the new news.

But I’m not a journalist, and this isn’t new.

I’m trying to get back to the hope that was there before it killed me.

So I’m not writing a newsletter.

I’m writing a hopeletter.

Because some of us need help learning to hope again.

If that’s you, welcome to another way.