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  Recently,   Spiritually Homeless  (Girrell), reached   #32 in Amazon hot new releases/faith deconstruction and #116 in faith deconstruction. Book description: Many have walked away from organized religion not out of apathy, but out of honesty. Still the spiritual hunger remains; the longing for community and a place called home persists.  Spiritually Homeless   offers a deeply compassionate and practical guide for those navigating spiritual life beyond church walls. Whether you left organized religion years ago or never belonged to some sect to begin with, this book will meet you right where you are. Through stories, reflection, and decades of experience in spiritual leadership and psychological insight,  Spiritually Homelesss   explores how we find belonging, create ritual, face the dark night, and rediscover awe—without needing to return to doctrines that no longer fit. keywords: spiritual hunger; spiritual seekers; leaving organized religion;...

  Recently,   Spiritually Homeless  (Girrell), reached   #32 in Amazon hot new releases/faith deconstruction and #116 in faith deconstruction. Book description: Many have walked away from organized religion not out of apathy, but out of honesty. Still the spiritual hunger remains; the longing for community and a place called home persists.  Spiritually Homeless   offers a deeply compassionate and practical guide for those navigating spiritual life beyond church walls. Whether you left organized religion years ago or never belonged to some sect to begin with, this book will meet you right where you are. Through stories, reflection, and decades of experience in spiritual leadership and psychological insight,  Spiritually Homelesss   explores how we find belonging, create ritual, face the dark night, and rediscover awe—without needing to return to doctrines that no longer fit. keywords: spiritual hunger; spiritual seekers; leaving organized religion;...

  There are days when the silence feels holy. And there are days when it feels cruel. I once prayed daily for two months with someone who was drowning in spiritual darkness. He despaired. He was tempted to do harm. But the night passed. Slowly, quietly, it lifted. And he emerged with light in his eyes. I was grateful. But I was also haunted. Because I’ve read the letters of Mother Teresa. I’ve seen what it means when the silence doesn’t lift. When the night stretches into decades. When the soul keeps loving, keeps serving, keeps praying—and still feels nothing. It seems unfair. Why should one soul suffer for fifty years while another finds dawn in eight weeks? Why should consolation visit some and bypass others? Why should the God who promises presence feel so absent? I don’t have answers. But I do have stories. I’ve seen the light return after two months. I’ve seen it flicker after years. I’ve seen it hide behind caregiving, grief, and quiet fidelity. And I’ve seen it burn...