For the first time in my life, I'm doubting my faith, and it terrifies me.
For the first time, I want to change the rules.
For the first time I wonder: does it matter what it says on your skin, when what's at stake is your soul?

We're all a bit bad. We all have things in our lives that bring us shame and regret. Things that have hurt our souls or hurt the people we love. But 're all a bit good too. i reckon we're mostly good actually. And life is about trying to learn the balance, plot our place on the continuum... We're not just made up of good and bad: we're everything else too.

Poetry is the lifeblood of rebellion, revolution, and the raising of consciousness.

I'm just absolutely overjoyed. These people have all stayed with their faith — their denomination — and are working within the system to change the system for us.

Unthread the bold eye of rebellion,And welcome home again discarded faith.

Drinking beer is easy. Trashing your hotel room is easy. But being a Christian, that's a tough call. That's rebellion.