When the tears were spent, I realized that I still grieved the old -- the faith community I'd lost, while I was glad to be free of its narrowness. I missed the individuals I'd loved and who had loved me. I grieved not only the lack of compassion for me and anyone else who didn't meet the right criteria for belonging but also for community members' inability to be gentle with themselves.
-- Anna Redsand, To Drink from the Silver Cup, p. 276
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