I remember a song I used to sing at primary school (which was church run), it was one my favorites:
“Jesus love is very wonderful, Jesus love is very wonderful, Jesus love is very wonderful, oh wonderful love, SO high you can’t get over it, SO low you can’t get under it, SO wide you can’t get round it, oh wonderful love”
Does the church know what it’s like when you realise at fifteen that, that song was a lie? That they lied to me. They didn’t tell me that love was conditional. They didn’t tell me that love that Jesus gave on the cross only counted if I didn’t wake up sweaty and gasping from dreams about girls that I knew would horrify my mother, didn’t count every time I got butterflies when I saw that girl in school.
Warning for attempted suicide trigger under the cut: