by David Spivey I might have been 8 but I haven’t forgotten it. My impressionable mind was indelibly stamped by what I saw, heard and felt that night in a little holiness church in Portland, Oregon. Our pastor, relatively young and wanting to do something to build the Kingdom, proposed something counter-intuitive to church growth strategies. In short, he scheduled a Confession Service. I know—an unusual method for winning friends and influencing people. But that’s what he did. Based on the...


