I don’t remember what the speaker said. I don’t even remember where the event was. I do remember the prayer room, packed with clusters of tweens. And I remember tears gushing down my cheeks, as I sobbed with deep conviction. Pastor Austin , who had come...
When I was in middle school, my youth group went skiing. Pastor Austin, who loved all things fast, was our slope mentor, darting from one new skier to another. If you happened to be lying on your back with your skis and poles looking like a pile of Pick...