I haven't lost myself. I'm growing up.
My consciousness… that presence behind the eyes that processes my thoughts and experiences--does it drift away and go somewhere else?
Hell was always a rotten motivator, however it has added to the general anxiety of people
I used to count heavily on the hope of a hereafter. I preached about it often and referred to it in my funeral sermons. But I'm done with the concept.
New buildings make churches smaller.