I still remember it like it was yesterday. I was twenty-two years old, a first year student in Bible College, making my way into the school’s auditorium for our weekly chapel service. When it came time for the sermon, the speaker—a pastor whose name I’ve long since forgotten—began his message by asking all of us students to close our eyes. Then he asked us to imagine that all of the godly dreams we have for our lives came true. “What does it look like?” he asked. I recall feeling a surge of energy shoot through my body. I was hungry to do God’s will. I wanted to preach the Bible. I wanted to pastor a large, growing, thriving church. That’s what I saw as I sat there with my eyes closed. [read more]
