A robbery, a lynching, and a mourning mother shakes up the Yada Yada Prayer Group. I had never felt so violated! The Yada Yada Prayer Group was "gettin down" with God in prayer and praise one night when a heroin-crazed woman barged into my house, demanded our valuables, and threatened us with a 10-inch knife -- a knife that drew blood. We wondered if we'd ever get back to normal after this terrifying experience. I assumed we would (although "normal" doesn't usually describe the twelve of us mismatched women anyway). After all, we'd started praying together at the Chicago Women's Conference last spring, and we'd been through a lot already as spiritual sisters. This was just one more hurdle to conquer, right? But then a well-meaning gesture suddenly incited a backlash of anger in the group, forcing us to confront generations of racial division, pain, and distrust -- and stretching our friendships to the limit. Initially I thought, "Surely I, Jodi "Good Girl" Baxter, am not responsible for other people's sins -- am I?" But a shocking confrontation in my third-grade classroom forced me to face my own accountability, and God used the Yada Yada Prayer Group (and my own husbands, of all people!) to show me what true forgiveness really is.