We arrived in leafy West Sussex with no job, very little money and three children all under 8 years of age. Even though we believed God had told us to come, there was no Angelic presence guiding us into the promised land; instead, all five of us shared one small room in a decrepit B&B that was more of a 1970s theme park!
Our daily walk with Jesus isn’t about ritual, sacrifice, or trying to bargain God into action. It begins when we’re done pretending we can be our own gods—tired of deciding our own fate.
I watched a pastor’s testimony after he travelled to Asbury University to see what was happening at their revival meetings. As he spoke, he kept wiping away tears—he said the presence of the Holy Spirit was palpable at the altar, and God spoke clearly to him about his arrogance and pride in the way he led his church.
I watched a pastor’s testimony after he travelled to Asbury University to see what was happening at their revival meetings. As he spoke, he kept wiping away tears—he said the presence of the Holy Spirit was palpable at the altar, and God spoke clearly to him about his arrogance and pride in the way he led his church.
