Hope and Friendship on the Slippery Slope

“Remember the revivals?” my friend Dee asks me. We are drinking iced coffee on a Sunday morning in the small town we met, the town of our fiery Pentecostal days. The last time I was at this coffee shop, I was a teenager, sipping a strawberry smoothie and listening to my youth pastor talk about how I need to Press In to God more consistently to see the release of miracles in my life. Everything has changed since then. Today, I have come to this coffee shop to unpack the damage of those Pressing In days. “Remember those scary camp … Continue Reading »»