When I Lost My Church
When Judy and I lost our church in the Northwest over 20 years ago, our world fell apart. The wonderful ministry our hearts had been welded to was suddenly over. We moved, leaving behind cherished friends, our children’s entire life (we even had to leave our first grandson in Oregon!), and many, many, many we had baptized and discipled. That deposited a seedbed of shame in my heart. I couldn’t get over the horrible reality that I had led a church that had split so corrosively, and with such severe consequences in the community.
Even if you haven’t failed on the scale of the debacle I experienced in that church split, I bet you’re struggling with shame. This mini-book will help you look at your leader-shame through the eyes of the One your shame forgets--Jesus, who washed you from your sin in his own blood.