The easiest thing in the world to do is to say that Israel came out in an evening, in a moment,

at midnight.

Man, they walked out.

No, there were months of plagues that led up to the deliverance of Israel out of Egyptian captivity.

Okay? It culminated in a moment, but there was a lot that led up to it.

Kind of like someone coming to an altar.

I love hearing the backstory to what brought you through the doors for the first time.

Because it never started when you just randomly pulled in and opened up the door to

to a little country church.

There's always something behind that.

There is a process by which plagues, unfortunate events begin pushing you

out of the nest of comfortability

and got you wandering,

searching. There has to be more

meaning to life. There's got to be something,

truth has to be out there somewhere.