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 Joshua Harris, former pastor and author of 'I Kissed Dating Goodbye', says he may have overreacted when he publicly left the Christian faith in 2019.

He reflected on how personal upheaval coincided with his deconstruction, making it easier to walk away when his life no longer aligned with conservative Christian expectations.
Harris also described how his faith had long been intertwined with Republican politics. When Donald Trump reshaped the GOP, he began questioning not only his political beliefs but also his religious convictions, viewing the moment as one of hypocrisy and isolation.
However, after deconstructing, Harris realized he had carried the same black-and-white fundamentalist mindset into his new “evangelical” community, becoming just as reactive and influenced by online algorithms as before.
Now, Harris advocates for a more thoughtful and nuanced approach to faith. He warns against emotional reactions tied to political identities and encourages people to slow down—both in forming and in deconstructing their beliefs.
Reflecting on his past, he acknowledged that he rushed into leadership and became a spokesman for certain values instead of lingering in seasons of learning, wrestling, and asking deeper questions.

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The comments on this post, from something called Follow Jesus, are priceless. The best: "He kissed kissing Christianity good=bye good-bye."

He needs to get a real job that has nothing to do with ministry. He's probably run out of money as an influencer or whatever he does to make a living.

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