A Valentine for the World…and for the Church I Left
…rope, a place I had never even thought about very much. Before long, I was traveling to Paris and Istanbul and London and Amsterdam. One night, I was returning to my hotel in Paris at two in the morning. I saw the Eiffel tower from the backseat of a Parisian cab and I wept with joy to have landed in such a strange and unexpected place. My new partner often said of my years as a fundamentalist, “Those people stole your youth.” He was bitter at my l…
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