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I went back to my old church today…and I brought my new friend.  

A cold and blustery day.  It matched my feelings.

Who would have thought that someday, I would return…with a photojournalist.

Trying to capture how this religion played such a crucial part in my childhood abuse.

It is the lens my mother couldn't see through.

The child's wound remains invisible…as does the sin she blessed away.

There was no longing or wish to belong.  No guilt or shame.  Just an incredible chill of what this structure is used for…

Where a child's mind is bent and shaped to bend and shape reality to be different than it is.  

Did my photojournalist see the truth through his lens?  

Does a camera see beyond Faith.