I appreciated this memoir because I am sick and tired of *some* people believing (pretending?) that there is only one correct version of Christianity. The author has been there and back again, and his honesty is raw and necessary. I feel proud of my faith when I see the many different expressions of it. I'm glad that so many flavors exist, and I'm happy that Danté Stewart so gracefully expresses the beauty in Black American Christianity.

Some of the things that particularly stood out to me:
- the difference between white rage and black rage
- rage as a spiritual expression
- "We were not looking for hope. We were looking for love."
- the explanation of Black Jesus
- nostalgia as a tool of erasure

I think this would work well as an audiobook bc it's written in a flowing, repetitive style that reminds me of spoken word poetry or call & response.