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....
"A recent story emerged in the media about Chick-fil-A stopping donations to anti-LGBTQ Christian charities, and like the good, obedient children we are, we slurped up what the angry masses were serving. How dare Chick-fil-A back down from their Godly principles for the sake of money?!"
“This adoration can transform sporadic and stammering prayers into a constant and characteristic attitude of reverence and dependence on a higher power.”
"You cannot save yourself. Your family cannot save you, nor your friends. They will let you down. Remember that the next time you lash out. No one can fix you, and you can’t fix anyone. Only Jesus."
People would say things they thought were comforting like, “Your momma is looking down on y’all smiling,” but I would find no comfort there. Not really. I just couldn’t believe that such a thing was so.
