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....
"You know that filter between your brain and your mouth that keeps you from saying things that you shouldn’t? Ya, I don’t have that. And that saying, 'Put it on the back burner?' Well, evidently I only have front burners."
"Everything is demanding his time and attention and he feels torn in so many directions. With all of the extra distractions and frustrations in life, it is easy for him to forget how much you love him. I know you have good things for him."
You say you don’t hear from God anymore, but I wonder if you’re really listening. It may be hard to hear Him over the lies that have tried to blind you to His heart for you.
"I asked my husband to pull the car over. 'I’m sick to my stomach,' I said as he held my hand, guiding me to the nearest bathroom. All came out—my dreams for a happy marriage and a promising future all spilled out."
The crux of the issue is not the “law” itself, it’s the deplorable way you’ve treated an entire group of people. And we will not stand for it for another second. Because Jesus wouldn’t.
"He loved me while I sat in strip clubs, and He loved me when I woke hungover from another night of binge drinking. He loved me while my marriage fell apart..."
"I used to think it was a coincidence that I chose to break into the church that night, but now I call it confirmation that God is real, and He answers prayers."
