Burning Discs and Broken Belief
The Night I Sacrificed My Music to God
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I was thirteen years old, standing on the side of a mountain, watching flames devour my music collection.
It was the final night of our youth group retreat—one of those “spiritual breakthrough” weekends where emotions ran high and everyone was nudged toward repentance. After dinner and worship songs, the leaders told us we were going to have a bonfire. Not just any bonfire—a purification fire.
