It’s Labor Day. And you’ll never guess where I am…
…Blogging from a coffee shop in Tulsa.
It’s been five years, almost to the day, that my family and I left this place, shaking the dust off our feet. That day ended a 10-year struggle that I’d never want to re-live. We’d been faithful, done everything we felt God wanted us to do, but we had seen very little visible fruit, and in the face of it we’d encountered everything from subtle resistance to outright hostility from the religious community. In short–Tulsa kicked our arses. We left free, but bruised and broken.