In this modern age of perpetual consumption—news, entertainment, food, and endless digital stimulation—the idea of voluntarily going without feels almost...radical. Yet for the earliest...
"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 have always considered myself a Republican, a Conservative Christian, but society has left me lately feeling like a vagabond, like a wanderer, a sojourner searching for my way home."
"I write this because I feel like many people today struggle with knowing God’s voice, curious as to whether or not God is hearing their cries. Even in God’s silence there is power."
Even now, as some people read these words, their quills will rise and the claws will come out. They will buck up defensively and begin justifying their behavior without even trying to absorb the rest of my thoughts.
