Something stunning has happened at our church.
The story has been rising towards climax for months as our congregation wearied itself in prayer. This month, it was finally confirmed.
Until I’m given blessing to share more, I’ll limit the facts to two: it is unquestionably miraculous, and many have come to a powerful, swiftly mature faith in Jesus Christ through it – such that our firmly grounded Baptist pastor has compared it to “something out of the book of Acts”.
Sorry to be a tease.
But one thing on which I can confidently speak is what this miracle has done in my life: thrown into a sharp relief a wall in my heart. One built of a composite of materials, one that I let block me every time I consider sharing my faith in Christ. A wall of apologizing.
Apologizing for bad churches.
Apologizing for cosmically tough questions.
Apologizing for the…
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