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The scene was almost surreal. Standing in that deserted rock quarry was like standing on the moon. I stared into the heavens, the full moon glancing through the clouds as they drifted across the...
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My name is Kirsten. I had just turned 17 when I came to the Community in Chattanooga, Tennessee, in early March 1976. As a youth I had lived a pretty wild life, and had left my parents’ home in...
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After the last gospel song had ended, the choir girl stepped down from the platform and made her way down the aisle toward my seat. My heart started to pound as she drew near. But she seemed to...
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When I came to the Community I was a hurt and lonely individual. One of the first things I noticed which put me at ease was how everyone was a lot like me. Many of the people there had been through...
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Every person needs something to believe in, a reason to live, a passion, something to cling to and invest everything in. Without it, life is futile.
Growing up hearing about the hippie movement of...
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Back in the early ’70s, in the prime of the Jesus Movement, I responded to my first altar call at a youth rally in downtown Washington, DC. Growing up Catholic, altar calls were unheard of. But...
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No sun will shine in my day today
The high yellow moon won’t come out to play
Darkness has covered my light
And has changed my day into night
Where is the love to be found?
Won’t...
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I grew up in the countryside of Japan, surrounded by beautiful mountains and beautiful ocean. The life I lived seemed to be no different than any other, but I felt as if there was something missing...
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Even as a young child I saw hypocrisy and compromise everywhere I looked: the Roman Catholic church, the public school system, the US government. At an early age I began to reject the society in...
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Since we talked on the phone on Saturday night, I’ve been thinking a lot about writing this letter, so I’m glad I’m doing it. I do find it hard talking on the phone, and I know it...
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There I stood, trembling on the crumbling edge of my sanity. The void that welled up within me bore full witness to the ever-darkening recesses of my mind. This strange amalgamation of confusion and...
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The atmosphere was alive with expectation as we gathered in the big hall. Actually, it was a basketball court converted into a banquet hall. We were renting it for our homecoming. Our church had been...
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