"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....
"We aren’t supposed to do things using sheer will power. Sooner or later, we will just lose steam. Tonight, I have lost steam. The tears are on the brink of falling, and I just want to curl up under my blankets. Things feel too overwhelming and complicated."
“I’ve sang with Katy Perry, Fergie, Jagger, Britney, & many others. Nothing & no one compares to singing with Jesus! Nothing! Thank you for saving me!"
I don’t have a problem with what the church is telling Christians to do and not do regarding sex. I have a problem with why we are often telling Christians not do these things.
