Last night was an incredibly challenging evening. It was one of those times when you say something and can see the words, like weapons, making their way through the air to cause injury. It is as if the moment the words are spoken, you know they were a mistake. But...
In 1988, at 29 years old, I arrived at my first full-time church pastorate in San Jacinto, California. The church rolls boasted 166 members. However, the previous pastors had not done an audit of membership for years. Thirty-five of those “members” were...
