Honestly, sometimes I wonder if God has way too much confidence in me. After nearly 28 years worth of ministerial stress, there are days when all I want is to sit on a porch overlooking the ocean somewhere.
Instead, I get the headaches that can only be generated by government.
All of this goes way back — way, way back. We started our church in 1997 at what was once the old Bob’s Seafood Fish Camp. It was at the corner of Academy Street and Highway 74 in Mooresboro, North Carolina. We grew pretty quickly and were just beginning to consider ways to add onto our building when the state of North Carolina decided to throw a monkey wrench in our plans. They held a public meeting at which there was a huge aerial photo of our church and property in the dead center — with a big red X across it.
“What meanest thou this?” I asked the lady, for some reason (shock?) reverting to my King James English.
“Oh, are you the pastor?” she inquired, “We are taking your building and property to put a bridge across the highway.”