I remember attending Sunday services at my local church, feeling like a dedicated member of the community. But there was one particular incident that made me question everything.
It all started with a friendly invitation to grab coffee after the service. At first, it seemed like a genuine gesture of friendship. We talked about life, faith, and shared some laughs. But slowly, it evolved into something more sinister.
Every Sunday, without fail, I found myself buying coffee for not just one, but a group of people. It wasn’t just about the coffee; it was about the expectation that I would foot the bill every single time. It felt like my wallet was bleeding for the sake of so-called fellowship.