I grew up in a Baptist church and my father was a preacher. We were also missionaries to the Philippines for nearly two years. For those of you who don't know, Baptist churches are notorious for preaching from the King James translation of the Bible written in 1611. On Sundays there were frequent reminders that those who weren't "saved" would burn forever in hell. I personally witnessed multiple first time visitors submit to the altar call out of sheer exhaustion during the nearly half hour of soft calming music "I surrender all, I surrender all, all to thee my blessed savior, I surrender all." My sisters and I had a strict upbringing with frequent beatings if we wandered off the straight and narrow. In truth I hated all of it. This lifestyle of always being in the eye of the congregation also took a toll on my parents. My parents were fighting all the time and split in my early teens. With my father out of the house and my mother wo...
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