When we mistake biblical familiarity for faith, we can fall into several dangerous traps.
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In high school, I was in quiet crisis: reeling from abuse, hidden family dysfunction, and unspoken doubts about my faith, all while trying to navigate the maze of adolescence. I’d silently resolved that if one of my youth leaders asked how I was doing, I’d tell the truth—not the polished version but the honest one.
That conversation never came.
