getting high and doing theology

I grew up deathly afraid of drugs. Between Nancy Reagan, D.A.R.E, and fried-egg brains I was fully and completely convinced that the sweet baby Jesus would most likely fill his little manger with rage-poo if he ever heard about me using the drugs.

Join me as I explore the brave new world of responsible, legal drug use and its connection to theology.


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