In the 1970s, while living in another state, my family and I began attending a church. The pastor was warm, friendly, energetic, a great teacher, and seemed enthusiastically happy to see us arrive. The church was multi-racial, something unusual in the South in those days, and was full of young adults and children. There was uplifting praise, wonderful worship, and a solid and conservative theological outlook. It was a Christian church.
It was also a cult. Read More»