Religion

On Initiation Rites and Child Marriage

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There are 18.6 million people in Malawi. Many of them are subject to some sort of initiation ceremony. These ceremonies are religiously followed and form the basis of a version of cultural survival.

From Preachy
On February 22, 2022
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Naked and Not Ashamed

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Nakedness in dreams was a terrible thing. It called for extra caution in your day-to-day life. It could require several days of prayer and fasting, depending on the perceived severity.

From Preachy
On February 14, 2022
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How People Grieve Through Religion

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What little I know of grief tells me that it does not follow logic, and that those in its throes will oftentimes grab on to anything to make sense of their feelings. In that, I could understand why he chose to rely on religion for sense.

From Preachy
On November 8, 2021
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My Own Personal Jesus

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A Holy Day of Obligation meant we weren’t in the classroom for a couple of hours. Instead, we were in church—which can be entertaining, or at least interesting if it’s a cool church full of statues and art and stained glass and candles.

From Preachy
On September 13, 2021
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For Corinne Wasserman on Rosh Hashanah

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You’re supposed to eat sweet things for a sweet year on Rosh Hashanah. My Nana’s pot roast is kind of sweet. Mostly it’s the memory of it, I think.mike

From Preachy
On September 6, 2021
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The Bucket

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Last fall, with the arrival of the rainy season we were told to expect, I began washing the dog’s feet at the apartment door after mornings in the dog park. We bought a raw aluminum bucket at the hardware store, and I used that and a rag. Anticipating our return from the park, my wife […]

From Preachy
On August 16, 2021
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Letting that Burden Go

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There is one very short spectrum when it comes to the way people view misfortune. There are those who look at it as mere bad luck, and there those who see it as a repercussion for the wrongs they may have done in the past. And there is a third group: those who attribute it to the work of Satan. This group is where my parents belong.

From Preachy
On August 2, 2021
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Growing up Jehovah’s Witness and Dutch Reformed

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I lived in fear of the idea that if I didn’t abide by both customs I’d be disowned as a young adult from one of the lives that was defined by them. This tension defined how I grappled with the Christian faith, not in terms of understanding scripture, but rather in the spiritual connection I have with God.

From Preachy
On July 26, 2021
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The Roots of Nigerian patriarchy

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This post is co-published in partnership with our Brick House colleagues at Olongo Africa

From Preachy
On July 20, 2021
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The Religious Root of Nigerian patriarchy

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The idea of feminism in Nigeria itself has been identified as a threat to men. Patriarchal structures dictate that being submissive and loyal no matter the circumstances is what a good religious woman should be. This doesn’t speak for any one religion, but rather for all: Women who identify as feminist in Nigeria are criticized and mocked using all means to dissuade us from the very idea.

From Olongo Africa
On July 20, 2021
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Public High School Turned Me into An Agnostic

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I remember feeling as if my worldview expanded dramatically after leaving the bubble of private Catholic school. In public school, I met people of all backgrounds and was introduced to atheism, agnosticism, and evolution. My new friends influenced me to break the rules and challenge the norm in several areas of my life. I preferred what I found there.

From Preachy
On July 19, 2021
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This is not a letter to my Christian School

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My view of religion had become deeply damaged. I entered college and then my professional career with a hatred and disrespect for it. Religion for me was synonymous with hypocrisy and greed. To me, it was a crutch for the weak.

From Preachy
On July 12, 2021
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My Table is My Altar

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When I need to call upon inner strength, I often think about my mother’s hands. In the ten years since she passed away, I can no longer remember her exact smell. Nor can I see her face as clearly in my mind as I once was able. I see it blurred, soft and undefined, like looking at someone through a frosted pane.

From Preachy
On July 5, 2021
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