I’ll never forget going to jail years ago to visit a dozen men who had become one of many relational participatory churches that some of us helped start there.
For several months, we had poured our lives out for them through intense discipleship.
Most were brand-new believers, and from those efforts a church had emerged in their housing unit.
This time, as I joined them, I sat quietly and watched as they gathered and engaged in powerful ministry to one another, just like we had taught them.
After nearly two hours, they suddenly stopped, saying that after all I had done for them they had decided earlier that week to do something for me.
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