Mr Preacher Speaks...
The more I blog, the more I realize that “Mr Preacher” needs identifying. Mr Preacher is not my nom de plume, not some secret identity, but rather that part of me that has been churchified. He’s the part of me that I’m trying to rid myself of, or at least purify to a possible degree. He’s all the religious nonsense that was stuffed down my throat from a very early age, making Jesus something that he was not. He is the part of me that I must unlearn.
Mr Preacher is my Dr. Jekyl; my Pat Robertson personae that will rage from time to time when Christians smoke or play guitar; when gays march or women speak. He is my awful, wet and filthy side that I reveal to you so that you may take seriously my urging to unlearn what you have learned. When you see him, love him, because he’s trying to change. When you see him push him and tug him, because he needs it. When you see him, humbly accept that he’s a bit of you too.
-Chad
2:21:29 PM 
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