This Easter, Kristina and I went to California to celebrate my mom’s ninety-fourth birthday. Our family gathers on Easter afternoons at my cousin Kendall’s house in Napa. Since we planted Living Streams in Phoenix, this was our first time joining them in thirty-five years. My mother still loves…
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Earlier this month, David Stockton invited me to join him and Ryan Romeo, our church’s Creative Arts Pastor, for a conference on the Holy Spirit in Portland. We flew to Portland and checked into an Airbnb. Our accommodations in the basement of an old three-story house with stuffed chairs…
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I was breathing deeply as I followed an elk trail up a steep hill in Northern Arizona earlier this month. The trail wove through the pine forest, crossing under fallen trees and around jagged rocks. It disappeared into straggly brush. I plunged ahead until my face mask was ripped off by a dead branch.
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At the end of June, I took a trip to Ecuador with Jay Murphy, our worship leader at Living Streams. We had a week of fruitful ministry with leaders and churches in Cuenca and Quito. Our hosts in Quito, Ramiro and Viky Granda, took us to Mitad Del Mundo, where you can put one foot across the…
Read moreIs God's Kingdom Gaining or Losing Ground
I attended a conference in the Canary Islands this month with Christian leaders from Argentina, Ecuador, Italy, India, France, Spain, England, Africa, and the United States. It was refreshing to be with these men who oversee church networks and congregations with thousands of people around…
Read moreCharacter Matters
In June of 1972, I drove from Marin County to Dallas, with the Jews for Jesus. Moishe Rosen, their founder, had invited me to accompany six of them to Explo 72, a gathering of over 80,000 mostly young believers at the Cotton Bowl. On Sunday, before the event started, Moishe asked us to hand out evangelistic tracts called broadsides at the First Baptist Church.
I was stationed at a side entrance to the massive downtown campus. As thousands of worshipers streamed into the morning service, we gave them tracts with the simple message,
It doesn’t matter if you are white, brown, or black.
It doesn’t matter if you are rich, poor, or middle class.
It doesn’t matter if you are a hippie, straight, or square….
You must be born again.
As the service was about to begin, I saw a door in a multi-story building across the street open. Several men wearing suits and sunglasses emerged and started walking towards me. I thought they were all secret service, until I recognized Billy Graham among them.
My heart was beating rapidly as they walked by me into the sanctuary. When Billy Graham approached, I held out a tract.
“God bless you Dr. Graham.”
“Thank you very much,” he replied as he paused and took the tract.
I left the side door soon afterwards, went around to the front door and squeezed into a back pew along with thousands of others in the sanctuary. After hymns, announcements, music, and an offering, Billy Graham got up to preach. Toward the end of his message he said,
It doesn’t matter if you are white, brown, or black. It doesn’t matter if you are rich, poor, or middle class. It doesn’t matter if you are a hippie, straight, or square. You must be born again!
I was stunned. For a moment I thought he might say, “And now I would like the young man who gave me that great message to come up here and join me at the pulpit!”
After that brief encounter, I had the privilege of hearing Billy Graham preach several times. He died recently at ninety-nine years old. He had preached the gospel to millions and led multitudes to Christ. Billy and Ruth were married for almost 64 years, had five children, 19 grandchildren and 41 great-grandchildren. He had met many world leaders, presidents, and simple believers.
The legacy Billy Graham left to the body of Christ was great because of his steadfast character. He stayed faithful to Jesus Christ and to his wife. He managed his great ministry with great integrity. He resisted temptations sexually and financially. He didn’t compromise the gospel message. He integrated his crusades. He admitted his mistakes and confessed his sin when he did something wrong.
Whether you are a president, prince, pauper, or pastor your character matters as much as your accomplishments. “What does it matter if we gain the whole world and lose our soul?” Our character magnifies or diminishes our impact and determines our legacy. It is formed as we respond to suffering and trials. The choices we make under pressure either shape us into mature disciples or fragment our souls. The cost of discipleship is painful at times, but the reward for staying faithful to Jesus is great.
It's an Honor to Have Friends
Years ago, one of my brothers came to visit me with his girlfriend. When I started to talk to him about their relationship, he looked at me and said,
“You are my brother. You are not my pastor!”
That quickly ended our conversation, but his words still haunt me. I have seven younger brothers and sisters, three adult children, four grandchildren…
Running Towards Trouble
Our son in law, Robert Plaisted, is a Glendale police officer. He was in the station briefing room at 5:00 AM with other officers preparing for their morning shift last month when the Assistant Chief of Police and Battalion Chief unexpectedly came into the room. They stood before the assembled officers.
Read moreThe Blessings of a Good Team
I recently had two memorable dreams that spoke to me. In my first dream, I was in a room with fifty believers sitting in a big square. I was trying to teach them the value of doing ministry with a team.
At the end of my talk, I asked them, “Who is on your team?”
Read moreA Wake Up Call
On Sunday afternoon, October 8, the winds howled through Sonoma and Napa Counties. The pants of PGA golfers flapped like flags as they lined up their shots at the Silverado Golf Course in Napa. Many spectators left as the wind intensified. They may have gone to bed early, but thousands …
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