When I began to describe the discomfort I had been experiencing with the books, teachings, and discussions being facilitated by the pastor, she grabbed two fun-size Mars bars from the candy bowl on her desk. She laid them side by side and asked me to imagine her opening one of them and putting a different wrapper around it. That piece would still be a Mars bar . . . just in another wrapper. She told me that was what the pastor was doing—giving me the same candy with a different label. My inner monologue quipped, She has it backwards. “It seems to me that he’s putting the same wrapper on two
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