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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...

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...

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...

We landed in Caracas, Venezuela—the first of many advances in South America. The soil was rich for digging, and God’s merciful ones...

Toni Dolfo-Smith’s help to me in Germany was but a glimmer of what he offered to the global work of Living Waters. He has since come...

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...

Digging ditches for God’s mercy to flow into the desert of sexual and relational brokenness—hard work made joyful by amazing workmen....

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...

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...

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,...