I believe it can be one of the dangers of growing up in a Christian home. Slowly, over the years, my faith became like a well-worn pair of jeans. Familiar, comfortable, loved, but not exactly a bold fashion statement. I went to my Christian conferences. Did my ladies’ Bible Studies. Led a “good” life. I talked about faith — with people of faith. I passionately shared my convictions — with those who agreed with me. I loved God. I felt strongly about my beliefs. But my people-pleasing nature resisted the idea of making too many waves. Of risking that someone might be …
