You, me, the Word, your dad, my youth leader

some "breathe" questions to help us through our complex relationship with the Word

When I was fifteen and newly walking with God, we had a city-wide youth leader that, in my memory, will always be 45 and mature and (if I’m honest) a bit scary. Surely he had a mortgage and grey hair.

Except … he was actually 25 and newly married with his first child. I didn’t see him as fumbling his way through Christianity; I took notes on everything h…