Slowly her mind drifted to that fateful afternoon when numerous men surrounded her house. Wearing a red robe she had hurriedly put on as they banged the door, she and her lover were running frantically up and down the room trying to find a way of escape. One bang came at the door, then another until the door came crashing down. There stood men, about 20 of them, eyes bloodshot with rage. “There they are”, a lanky looking man screamed. The woman found herself being yanked by t

I wish preachers would spend more time preaching the Word than telling us their experiences. This is a slippery one because I think many of them genuinely have good intentions and are just trying to make sure that whatever point they're making is practical to their audience. But you'll look back at a 2 hour sermon and there's one solid hour of “when we were in school”, “there was one time”, “I remember”. Then it begs to ask, is this a personal story telling session or a place