Today at Perspectives, they were trying to demonstrate what the persecuted church goes through. The lights were off, and we were asked to communicate quietly and turn off (not just silent--even remove the battery) our phones. During the prayer time, people were banging on the doors and shouting at us. However, none of those things had me flustered. Here's what did:
Girl at door: "You can't bring that book in here."
Me: "What?"
*points to my Bible* "You can't bring that in here today."
*doesn't fully understand, tries to put it back in my pocket*
"No, here" *takes my Bible* "you'll get it back later. Take a seat."
*stands there feeling lost and very confused*
"Take a seat somewhere."
*sits down feeling painfully unsure of myself*
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AND SCENE.
It's weird. I'll sometimes go a month without touching my Bible, and feel fine about it, but when someone tries to actually remove it from me, I feel lost. I don't know how I could possibly reconcile these two things, so I won't try.
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