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On Palm Sunday, Lent becomes Holy Week—the seven days leading to the cross. Perhaps the parallel between Jesus’ 40-days in the desert and...

Through our four children, mercy breaks like waves upon Annette and me. They delight us. All in their twenties now, each possess unique...

At the core of my same-sex attraction was the struggle to find a father, and so discover my own masculine power and purpose. I had a...

Since our transition to Kansas City, God has provided two men who have stood with me in prayerful friendship: Mike and Morgan. I am not...

While en route to a Living Waters Leadership gathering in Europe, I was moved deeply by God’s heart for His European bride. The church...

At the dawn of the new millennium, I noticed a growing darkness in the area of gender and sexuality. Powerless to overcome perversion,...

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

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...

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...

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

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

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

Although most of the healing and care-giving we did was behind closed doors, the waters levels rose and poured out onto the streets. The...

Annette and I did not quite know what we had signed up for in those first two years at Desert Stream at Charlie’s. We were willing, and...

Around this time I was baptized in the Pacific Ocean. Amid a winter storm, my pastor dunked me into the waters, and counted the old man...

The temptation to fall with other men sexually increased after I first proclaimed healing from homosexuality. The word of my testimony,...

After Europe, I moved into a UCLA fraternity house crammed with conservative Christian men. They were Republicans, I was the on the...