"I could feel hot, salty tears coming down my face. I sat and cried silently... I was scrunching myself up against the wall as far as I could. All of a sudden, someone from behind us taps on the guy’s shoulder..."
In churches across America, a quiet but consequential conversation is unfolding. It often begins with a question—sometimes whispered, sometimes posted publicly on social media....
Maybe you’ve heard phrases like, “Jesus loves your hot mess” or “Comparison is the thief of joy.” Maybe you’ve been told that you are fearfully and wonderfully made (Psalm 139) and really love the idea but have a really stinking hard time believing it.
"I kissed a girl and I liked it. Truth be told, A.) I did more than that, but B.) How was I going to reconcile that with a gospel-singing girl raised in youth groups that were pro-conversion camps?"
"I mainly did because I was afraid. I was afraid I would fail in that area again. I thought maybe I was doing me and God both a solid to just not mention it."
