My name is Christin. I have brown, straight hair and green eyes. I’m left handed. My little toes are each missing a bone, so they are shaped like C’s. And I’m gay.

My pastor wears fabulous shoes. Seriously. I notice these things. I notice because they’re colorful and funky, and stand out against her typically black or blue robe, and I notice because I need a place to look while she’s preaching. That sounds strange. Let me explain. She preaches the way I used to preach, back…

I'm a Carlisle girl. It's no secret that I've found my home and my people here. One thing that I hadn't found, up until recently, was a church where I really felt like I "fit." Sure, I went to a few churches - even joined one right after I left the Army, but none felt…

As I was perusing the wonder that is the internet this week, I came across several articles that made me shake my head until I had a headache. Well, let me be clear -- the head-shaking was directed toward the content of the first article [Should Christians Participate in Color Runs?], and the comments in…

For all I talk about my "peeps" in the lockup, and speak of the funny things they do, I have to take time this morning to recount one of the most beautiful expressionss of human compassion that I've ever had the privelege to witness. Naturally, names, etc, have been changed to protect patient identity. Working…

I don't know what was different tonight. I come to NYC all the time, and the homeless are everywhere. Most of the time, sadly, i'll admit, I walk right by them....occasionally buying them a fast food meal and going on my way...but tonight, when I saw a balding man siting on the sidewalk with a…