"Some of the funniest bits are about her raising her son. When she's ashamed of yelling at him: "It's like bitch-slapping E.T." When another mother in her son's class makes a passive-aggressive comment: "I thought such awful thoughts that I cannot even say them out loud because they would make Jesus want to drink gin straight out of the cat dish.""
""The mystery of God's love as I understand it is that God loves the man who was being mean to his dog just as much as he loves babies; God loves Susan Smith, who drowned her two sons, as much as he loves Desmond Tutu," she writes. "So of course he loves old ordinary me, even or especially at my most scared and petty an"
She grew up in an atheist Bay Area family, struggled with addiction to alcohol and drugs, lost her father to cancer, and later found Christianity. The account mixes dark humor and candid vulnerability, with comic anecdotes about raising her son and blunt admissions of shame. She compares scolding her child to "bitch-slapping E.T." and imagines thoughts that would make Jesus "want to drink gin straight out of the cat dish." She presents God as an adoptive parent who takes in even the most difficult children, insisting that God's love extends equally to perpetrators like Susan Smith and moral exemplars like Desmond Tutu. The tone shifts between irreverent laughter and quiet, tearful gratitude.
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