I lay face down on my bed, soaking my pillow with tears. Crickets chirped and whirred, cloaked in the darkness outside my window. I drew the warm blanket over my head, wanting to keep the world out.
Someone recently wrote “#holy” on my dorm room door. I live in a dorm at a Christian college and facilitate a weekly Bible study on my floor, so this innovative hashtag made me smile. It also brought to mind a question I have been wrestling with for the past several weeks.
Ten years ago, I rejected the doctrine of the Trinity. I grew up with the concept that there is one God who eternally exists in three distinct persons: Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.
I was raised in a small, old-fashioned Pentecostal church in New York, USA. Singing simple hymns every Sunday grew my appreciation for those century-old classics used to praise God. I enjoyed the straightforward and doctrinally sound lyrics, as well as the simplicity and clarity of the music. I began to think that traditional hymns were […]
For a long time, I could not imagine myself sharing the gospel. When I was a new Christian, I did not like telling people that I was a Christian because I was afraid that they would ask me about my faith.