"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....
"Pray for a man that will carry her down the stairs, to the car and spend all night in the hospital by her side. Pray for a spouse that will consistently put you and your children first, above himself—but NOT above the Lord."
"A demon manifested, and it wasn’t me at all. I don’t remember what I did. I had to see in the video of my baptism. I was completely crazy. The demon was crazy. It wasn't me."
"These words are the most vulnerable I’ve ever penned; I’m going where I’ve never gone before. I share with you from a place of loss and heartache, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced."
