En plats som pratar om kärlek – men inte klarar av att möta den. Jag önskar jag kunde skriva att Furuhöjdskyrkan var en fristad, men sanningen är …
A place that talks about love – but is unable to face it. I wish I could write that Furuhöjdskyrkan was a sanctuary, but the truth is that it is a place where some are given space and others are silenced, reshaped or pushed out. What is preached from the stage often sounds nice: grace, openness, community. But in practice it is much the opposite. Here there is a silent culture where difference is seen as deviation. Where social control is called care, and relationships are formed with ulterior motives rather than honesty. There is something uncomfortably familiar about the structure. Like a milder sibling to Knutby, without the murders, but with the same mix of charisma, control and silence.