I grew up in the Pentecostal holiness tradition. I had to follow a lot of rules as a kid to be considered holy. We had several do’s and don’ts that we had to abide by. I was never allowed to wear shorts to a church function. I couldn’t swim with the opposite sex. I was rarely able to wear jeans to church. And under no means could I have ever grown my hair out (and the world breathed a collective sigh of relief).
And I was a part of the “liberal” group. Imagine that. Others had it way worse than me.
The church of my upbringing moved away from all these laws many years ago, which I’m very thankful for. We had become that dreaded word that strikes fear into children and causes grown men and women to tremble: Continue Reading →