My mom was having none of this kind of Christianity. She promptly brought me to Glide Church in San Francisco and told me, honey – these are God’s children and love God as much as those folks back at church. Well. If you have ever been to Glide Church you know what I saw. FOLKS.Real Folks. At all levels of elevation and depravation. That day, I met Francis, who in a way is my St. Francis. She is a woman (very recently) who wears tall high heals and red dresses and red lipstick and claimed to LOVE the Lord. We joined that day, and I sat next to Francis and learned of her recent change from man to woman. I loved her. God opened my heart to her and I prayed then and there for God to remove from my heart that spirit of judgement that many Christians are known for. And I am glad to say, that God did.