last night I understood why people become atheists.

Last night Christie and I watched Death of the Pastor’s Wife, the Netflix series about Mica Miller.

I am not writing a review. I am not here to pick through another man’s wreckage and call it discernment.

But I kept getting sick to my stomach.

Not at one ugly fact. At the whole familiar smell of it. A Bible near the table. Holy language in the mouth. A man…