In 1995, I was in my thirties, a mother of two, Lon and I were nearing our 10th anniversary…
And I was tempted to have an affair with a man at work.
Me. The good little pastor’s daughter who never did anything wrong.
Me. The college girl who went to Bible School to be a missionary to China.
Me. The young woman who taught her children Bible stories and prayed with them at bed-time.
How did I come to this? I’ll start at the beginning…
What do Kenneth Copeland, Creflo Dollar, Joyce Meyer, Paul and Jan Crouch, John Hagee, Benny Hinn, and T.D. Jakes have in common?
[Benny Hinn praying for a miracle]
They’re all popular leaders with large followings within the Christian Charismatic community. The popularity of their conferences, books, television and radio programs makes them highly influential, and their charismatic teaching, according to John MacArthur, makes them dangerous.
My friend and I were enjoying a weekend morning run along Moore Road in Suwanee, Georgia, when suddenly a black SUV with two occupants came screeching to a stop right near us.
Startled out of our conversation and running rhythm, we heard the woman behind the wheel screaming at the top of her lungs at a teenage boy,
“GET OUT OF MY CAR! GET OUT OF MY #$!# CAR! GET OUT! GET OUT!”
The violence of her outburst shocked us both, and expecting blows to begin flying, we stopped, to intervene, if need be.
But a few screams later, the boy got out of the car, unharmed; the SUV roared away, and we, not knowing what to do, awkwardly resumed our run.
This not knowing what to do triggered a memory of something that happened when I was an 18-year-old freshman at Faith School of Theology, a pentecostal holiness Bible school in Charleston, Maine.
I unfolded the story to my running partner as we ran mile four…