Thad had the opportunity to preach a sermon at Fellowship, in October 2011. He spent his evenings, for 3 weeks, trying to put flesh on the bones of his sermon.
But by the end of October, he had decided that instead of planting a church in Rocky Mount that would plant churches, he would raise up indigenous leaders and equip them to pastor their own home churches.
“Great preaching is killing the church,” he would say.
“But how are you going to support our family?” I would ask.
“I don’t know just yet,” he would always reply.
After 40 days of prayer and journaling, Thad was offered a job in Rocky Mount to manage a warehouse. One phone call out of the blue, from someone who he had not spoken to in years, and yet God moved as a result of that one phone call.
One phone call turned my life upside down.
How in the world were we going to reach the city of Rocky Mount if Thad spent 10 hours a day in a warehouse? Why in the world did we go to seminary if this was God’s plan all along?
Why Rocky Mount when there are lost people all over America?
We began packing and figuring out how to do this thing called leaving.
And leaving is something I am still learning how to do.