Maybe you're wondering why I chose this name. Trapped Between Worlds, what does that mean? Well, I mean it like it says. I'm trapped between worlds. Allow me to intorduce myself.
My name is "Mark." It's what I'll go by here, for reasons to be explained here. I'm a son of an IFB pastor. If you don't know what that means, my dad is an Independte Fundamental Baptist preacher. I still live near my family, and I go to my dad's church. But I always feel like I'm missing out on something. Something doesn't feel right to me, but I can't put my finger on it. I feel like if I were to reveal who I was, it could hurt my family. Maybe it would hurt my dad's ministry, because he's pretty wlel-known all over the nation. And also, I'm tired of being known as "Dr. So-and-so's son." Do you have any idea how old that gets? I hate it. I hate being "the preacher's kid." I hate being known only for whose son I am, when I still don't even feel like I know who I am. I guess this blog is mostly going to be about my own thoughts and mind as I'm thinking about these issues.
*disclaimer* Mark does not exist in real life, but his struggles do. His struggles are faced by many young people every year who decide to step away from IFBism, even for a short time. The struggles written about here are carefully compiled from the author's own experience, and his notes from talking with others who have gone through the same things.
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