“I’ll only go if James goes.” Jonathan, my five-year old, absolutely refused to go to children’s church alone. We were in the States and I was the guest preacher who was expected to stand up and be anointed in about five minutes. In the meantime, all the...
It was December 31, several years ago during our New Year’s Eve service. The whole congregation was passionately worshipping God, except me. I was being crushed under the weight of too much ministry responsibility. I wasn’t worshipping; I was worrying—trying to figure...
On January 28, 2002 at 9 PM, my dad breathed his last breath and slipped from time into eternity. He was seventy-four years old. He had been in and out of the hospital several times since August of 2001. His tired lungs just stopped working. He died peacefully...
