How following Jesus nearly tore my family apart, then brought it together again. A story from the archives with a new interpretive movement for a new context. (Listen here.)

I’d like to introduce you to a very shocking man: my father. But to understand why he is so shocking, first you need to know a bit about my mother. Like me, my mother grew up Baptist. Unlike me, however, she was raised in a fundamentalist household. Her family of origin rejected infant baptism, evolution, smoking, divorce, and many other things. Because my mum was super-smart and good at languages, and because everybody knew that no man would marry a super-smart woman, she had been groomed from an early age to be a Bible-translating missionary spinster. So away she went to university to study anthropology and linguistics: but there she met the man who became my father.