A few weeks ago I went to church on Sunday evening. The format of the service was different from the usual pattern insofar as instead of a conventional sermon, there would be an open time of sharing. Anyone could get up and speak about what God was doing in their life, for the encouragement of God’s people and to His glory.
As the first 20 minutes of the service played out I became increasingly anxious, an unease both palpable and physical. Something inside me was reacting to what was to come, an unexplainable edginess about a sharing time outside my…
