God told me to go to L.A. Sounds a little strange, I know – I’m not usually one of those “God-told-me-to-do-this” guys. (Maybe I should be?) But when I read on Facebook of the death of the wife of one of my closest friends, I was both stunned and ashamed.
Joe and I had been deacons together at Plymouth Church back in the 1980’s – but more than that, we were the “young turks”. That’s what the older church leaders called us. We were on a (self-appointed) mission to set things right in that church, and we did some i