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Every kind of religious group has its zealots. Some of us were those zealots. Teenage pharisees. And we bought into the thing whole-heartedly to our own spiritual detriment. We grew up without televisions, pop music, movies, dancing, cards, alcohol, voting and a thousand other little things. We sacrificed these things so as to please God and know Him and be able to share Him with others. We went to church five times a week. It sounded like this. And all that really didn't work out very well. We became prodigal's elder brothers, many of us. Unhappy, closed, cold, bitter, disappointed people. Old before our time. People who thought we needed to be right all the time. People who needed Jesus. This is a look at what it was like to be raised in a very specific sort of church culture. You know the kind: Because you don't have to actually teach things that aren't true in order to skew focus and emphasis, and warp perspectives. You just need to have a weird focus that reads the bible more in terms of your own emotional baggage and daddy issues than in terms of what it's trying to say, and what it just plain doesn't. This book takes a look at what was missing in a legalistic church culture of this sort, and what it was like to go out looking for it. What it's like not to throw the Baby Jesus out with the holy water. It has quotes all throughout it from people who experienced different kinds of Plymouth Brethren groups all over the world, including the very scary Taylor-Hales Brethren. Visit the Facebook group where those who contributed to the book, and other interested people meet to discuss, well, whatever they like. Drop the author an email. Get your own paper copy for $16 U.S. from Lulu.com, the online printing service I use: Purchase a copy online. (I don't keep copies myself to ship to you) The book is being posted here as an audiobook/podcast thingie absolutely free of charge. Downloadable mp3s. With songs and stuff. |
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