In Uganda, I am surrounded, unfortunately, by evangelicals; I can't bear it. Every night I hear the chants of Baptists urging people to be born again.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My family is still very Southern Baptist, and they're religious.
I even went so far as to become a Southern Baptist for a while, until I realized that they didn't hold 'em under long enough.
It is my growing conviction that the Baptist churches in America are behind the age in missionary spirit. They now and then make a spasmodic effort to throw off a nightmare debt of some years' accumulation, and then sink back into unconscious repose.
I grew up in a very strict Pentecostal household.
I embrace the term 'evangelical,' if by that we mean a belief that we together can actually work for change in the world, caring for the environment, extending to the poor generosity and kindness, a hopeful outlook. That's a beautiful sort of thing.
I applaud the growing commitment of Evangelicals to the needs of the poor and oppressed in urban America.
I grew up in a very fundamentalist, evangelical Christian household. Both my parents were born-again - their faith infused every aspect of my childhood. I'll probably spend most of my life working through that.
I'm evangelical on the subject of some chefs and writers.
I'm evangelical.
I'm grateful for the evangelical resurgence we've seen across the world in the last half-century or so. It truly has been God's doing.