"Do you have a quiet time?" asked the shaggy haired cute guy from the bible study I attended on Monday nights. I was 18 years old. It was the 80's, and in the 80's, as well as most of the 90's, it was a Christianese question that was commonly asked, answered, analyzed, and for me, lied about.
"What do you mean by quiet time?" I asked, unsure of this new church language that I kept bumping into as a new follower of Christ. "Are you asking do I pray?" And so began the long guilt trip… Continue