Yesterday when I preached at church, I talked about faith journeys. We are all certainly on our own unique journeys…and we can all look back at certain moments on our journey and just shake our heads a bit.
I’ve had quite a few of those moments, but one of those happened the summer after I graduated high school. During July of 1998, a group of friends and I went off to Creation ’98, a giant Christian music festival at the Gorge at George. We went around headbanging at various concerts, heard speakers like Joshua Harris talk about how he “kissed dating goodbye” and were inspired to lead more holy and Christian lives.
And then I came home. Started unpacking. And that’s when I saw them.
They’d been in my room for awhile, and had caused me to sin…a lot. I knew I should get rid of them, but it was too hard to let go.
