Last November, I started down the journey into darkness. I was tired. Covid had beaten me down. Pastoring in a pandemic is hard, as it was with all pastors and churches. My wife and I still had residual effects from the disease we had contracted in September. There were also other conflicts. As Christians, especially those who are pastors, I know we are never to worry. I was "concerned" about my family, my flock and my nation. Weariness, worry and wariness create an environment dangerous to the soul. Now the stage was set for the devil to bring me to my final straw.
In November, my lower back...
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