When Jesus Met Me at the Bar

For several months I had felt a sort of darkness creeping into my spiritual life.  It began with a slight feeling of depression accompanied by questions like, “Why isn’t the Lord working in my life?” and “What is wrong with me that I don’t feel His presence?”  Like a cancer, this stain on my soul silently grew until I began questioning the very fabric of my faith.  I knew God existed, but was increasingly unsure whether He knew or cared about me personally.  After all, He is pretty busy holding all of our reality together, right?

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