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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...

Annette is an amazing woman. She partnered with me faithfully in these first years of Desert Stream. She endured the threat of men who...

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...

Every Wednesday night for two years, we met in the home of a well-known interior designer. Charlie, along with many of his friends, was...

Three persons—three distinct currents of mercy—poured into Annette and I and became foundational to how we loved and served. Without...

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...

Soon after the French party, I moved home and determined to grow with the Christian friends I had. Fun or not, they were my people. My...