As I reflected on the past four years since we left Bethlehem, I realize that I’ve been on two parallel tracks: healing and deconstructing. When Bethlehem blew up, it felt like it launched me onto two parallel journeys, one of trying to heal and recover from the wounds, and one of rethinking and sorting through what I believe and how I want to do faith. There’s overlap between the two paths, but they’re also distinct.
