This is the most vulnerable post I have ever written, and I hesitate to write it.
Several years ago, I was a staff worship pastor in a vibrant, growing, worhsiping church. One Sunday morning, the worship was especially powerful, and the Spirit of God was thick, nearly tangible in the room. It was a beautiful, glorious, worshipful moment that pulsed with passionate worship of Almighty God.
For years before that day, I had struggled with little thoughts that would creep into my head while I was...
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