Droning preachers are deadly!
A word of prophecy that came to me the end of November, 2016. It is directed at prophets and prophetically gifted people.
I read an article last week about Ukraine. We haven't heard much about Ukraine for the last few months, mostly because we were in the middle of an election and we had other things to concern ourselves with. Still, the struggle is continuing over there and Ukraine’s powerful neighbor to the east, Russia, is continu
I've been continuing my efforts to finish A Primer on Spiritual Warfare, a blog I wrote while we were attempting to plant a new church, Living Water Fellowship, in Butte, Montana. There are a couple of new posts there and here's a link to it. It is an on-going project, so I suggest you follow it to get notifications of when I post. If you haven't read the beginning of the blog (and are interested in the topic) scroll down to the bottom and read from th
Here is the latest from Loren Sandford. We need to listen to what he has to say.
As I mentioned in an earlier post, I am trying to finish up a blog called A Primer on Spiritual Warfare that I wrote a few years ago. In order to do that I need to share two dreams that punctuated both the beginning and end of the church plant in Butte, but before I can do that it’s necessary that I explain a few things about prophetic dreams. All this prophetic stuff is weird anyway, and now I’m adding dreams to my list of weirdnesses? Yes, it
Life is like a river bottom. Small pebbles fill the gaps between large boulders and stones. It is there in the cracks and holes between the pebbles, that living things thrive. Sure, life can be found under the large stones too, but it’s the small pebbles...
It was an intensely interesting conversation. Two young people sat at the table with Ruth and me, our pastor and a couple of other people, discussing the books they were writing. Both were involved in Christian ministry. It was fun to join into the conversation with them since I had already published a book (albeit a nonfiction book rather than their fiction stor
On the first Sunday of October 2011 Ruth and I held the last service of Living Water Fellowship Church. I preached to an empty room (except for Ruth) that morning. During the four preceding years we had been attempting to plant Living Water Fellowship Church in Butte, Montana and, fully expecting that God was going to gather to us chosen people who would help make it work, I had written a blog dealing with the subject of Spiritual Warfare as a primer for people who were coming on board. There is a lot of good insight contained in that blog and I intend to leave it up -- but I need to bri