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While doing a conference in Denver many years ago, a vigorous young man introduced himself to me as Christopher West; he was then the...

‘Unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds.’ (John 12:23)...

I hate idolatry. The worship of false gods turns humans into animals. While worship of the one true God humbles and exalts what is best...

I met Benjie Cruz at the onset of our first trip to the Philippines. Virmi, our gracious host, had arranged for him to be our liaison as...

Running hard in the jungles of Venezuela or on the pampas of Argentina (or crazy lost anywhere in Europe) may sound fun but actually it...

The heart of our efforts in South America lies in Argentina, home of our faithful colleagues, Mauricio and Daniela Montion. The enemy of...

We landed in Caracas, Venezuela—the first of many advances in South America. The soil was rich for digging, and God’s merciful ones...

International travel takes a toll; normally good attitudes threaten to become foul under the strain of disorienting circumstances. The...

Toni Dolfo-Smith’s help to me in Germany was but a glimmer of what he offered to the global work of Living Waters. He has since come...

In the expanding world of Living Waters, God’s mercy always took the form of my travelling partners: alongside of men like Kin Lancaster,...

One of the perils of my long distance running overseas is the threat of getting lost. No idle threat: I have been thoroughly disoriented...

London, where the waters of mercy had sprung up for me years earlier, became deep ground for Living Waters. Jonathan Hunter and I took...

The move to Anaheim was a shakedown. Everything that could be shaken was—from our relationship with our previous church to the still...

You could say that the way to Vineyard Anaheim had been paved in righteousness—we had been cast out of our home church for doing what was...

During the long drive to the confrontation at hand (see #18), I felt the sentence of death. And yet peace. Something in me was dying but...

An early lesson we learned in Desert Stream: sexual sin always has consequences. It tears the fabric of individual souls, or...

Digging ditches for God’s mercy to flow into the desert of sexual and relational brokenness—hard work made joyful by amazing workmen....

The Fuller years were demanding and fruitful. We pushed ourselves hard. Departing from ‘student housing’ in Pasadena, Annette and I...

Throughout the eighties, Fuller Theological Seminary helped us to establish a sure foundation for our offering of mercy. (I was a student...

The first few years of Desert Stream had been defined by same-sex strugglers; that began to change as the word got out that men and women...