It was one of those moments that moves in slow motion when you think back on it. My parents were sitting on the brown love seat in our living room. They turned off the TV and asked us to sit down.
“We are sorry”, were the first words out of their mouth.
My eyes met my brother’s, and then we looked back at my mom and dad. They continued to explain they were sorry for holding such strong and legalistic views on alcohol. Their extreme views were unhealthy, they said, and were isolating them from people they cared about, including family members who weren’t Christians.