I’ve asked this same question, dear friends. After the events of the past five years and all the crap that has fallen in my pockets, I had determined that the state of Arkansas had ceased to be a part of the Union. I could see God moving us back to Oklahoma or how about we try Indiana for a while? Never once did I consider the possibility of moving to the-state-that-must-not-be-named. Seriously, God? Why not just throw me into a cauldron of boiling oil while some evil piranha from hell eat me alive?
Yet, as I’ve grown to expect from God, He never sends me to the Land of Easy. Someone once said that they love being around me because they know God is close to me. I didn’t want to burst her bubble by reminding her that God is close to the brokenhearted and sometimes I’d prefer He pick on someone else for a while! Yes, God is close because I am ususally clinging to him for dear life!
These past five have not been any different. Pornography, prison and personal loss have surrounded me and beat me to a pulp and thrust me into a pit of despair do deep and so dark that I began to wonder if God was real for the first time in my life. Yet, here I am. Trusting, believing, and counting it all joy, knowing that the God of the universe is molding me and moving me to the next phase of ministry.
What does that look like? At this point, only God knows. I know it will involve ministry to those caught in the devestation that pornography and sex addiction inflicts on men and families and churches. I know it will involve prison ministry in some shape or form. I know it will involve our whole commitment to the things of God and the ways of God. And I know that it will happen in the-state-that-must-not-be-named.
If I’m going to be here for a while, I guess I should get used to saying the name and allowing the state back into the Union. Afterall, it already feels like home.
Arkansas. Let’s turn what the enemy intended for evil into something glorious for Jesus!