This new journey of mine into the "wild" outside the Church began with the growing realization that perhaps I was not really cut out to be a Church planter.
Although I had alwa.
Despite the fact that I had attended a Bible College, a three-year seminary M-Div program, and pastored for 22 years, I knew in the inner recesses of my soul that there was something fake, and I was desperately afraid of being "outed".
I had been laboring in the suburbs of Atlanta with little fruit to show for my efforts.
This new journey of mine into the "wild" outside the Church began with the growing realization that perhaps I was not really cut out to be a Church planter