The three of us stood there talking after service. It's what we do at my church. Little groups of people standing around throughout the sanctuary catching up and making plans and meeting new friends. I was speaking with a long-time friend and my sister-in-law. The long-time friend is one of our ministry leaders who has a passion for The Cure by Bill Thrall and Bruce McNicol. I've read The Cure . I didn't like it. My sister-in-law is currently in one of our women's bible studies. They're studying The Cure. Long-time friend asked Sister-in-law what she thought. I started to feel oh-so-uncomfortable. What will I say if he asks me if I've read it? What do I say that is both supportive and honest? The next service was about to begin. We needed to move out. The moment passed. Whew. On the drive home, my thoughts zeroed in on that conversation. Over the past ten years or so, I've read countless books with the same message as The Cure . It's not the
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