To All the old Roads
For a person who is planning on at least trying to make a living off of words. I find it a struggle some days to put together the words to describe the last several years of my life. After many years of being remotely connected to this thin lifeline during hard times. My mind now plays tricks on me as I wonder how much was real and how much was an illusion of miss-placed hope. Now after a decade and a half of this adventure with a third of it being on staff, a lot has happened, too much to document. But still, I wonder about the value of it all.
The first two-thirds of this saga I gladly defended the ministry as I lived in two different locations in the west. Read nearly all they ever printed and learned many valuable things. To me, it was a “breath of fresh air” compared to the rest of the church at large. Powerful, strong and moving forward in the things of the spirit. It did really seem to my mind to be the strong wall the Lord was raising up in this age.
So I pursued this, gladly without hesitation. Not that all I had experienced before this was somehow wrong, I mean, I have attended several John Wimber meetings, experience a Vineyard church plant and the music of Rich Mullins had introduced me to The Ragamuffin Gospel. So with what I had now found in MorningStar ministries, I seriously felt like I had found something that took off where the teaching and experiences of the Vineyard had changed after Wimber died.