"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....
"I’ve heard from your wife—she needs your attention. She tells me she’s lonely. She feels isolated and ignored. Her life is wrapped around children, work, and/or household chores. She used to feel in love with life, and in love with you, but now she feels worthless and uninteresting."
"For most of my life, until yesterday, I thought that the best a Christian could do is eek by, building a series of excuses for 'Why, no, I think it’s actually ok for me to have a tattoo and still love Jesus. Please.'"
