On a recent trip which brought me through Dallas International Airport, I was inconvenienced by a spiritual attack. I never saw it coming, and I didn’t expect it to happen at Starbucks (though I probably should have).
I paid for a cup of coffee and received religious propaganda.
The attack was subtle, stealthy–maybe a bit subliminal. The untrained eye would have missed it for certain. After all, it was disguised as a coffee cup sleeve.
But the sleeve was dressed in more than the standard Starbucks design. I was about to drink up a cup of Eastern spirituality. [Read more…]