Preachersheart

 There was a time when God placed a burden in my heart — and in the hearts of two other brethren — for more. We desired to know Jesus Christ more deeply. We longed to live fully for Him and to pour into others whatever He had given us. We wanted to see a generation of youth truly burning for Christ — this was the More. I didn’t want to be the only one seeing things this way. I knew it was divine—something not of this world. But how could I explain it? I found myself speaking and preaching like an elder, as if I were preparing to leave this world soon. The three of us prayed intensely — mostly in tongues and often aloud. It was a new culture, unfamiliar within our fold. I was troubled at times, trying to manage the intensity, the noise, the energy—but I couldn’t. We began gathering on Saturdays. People started joining us. The numbers grew, and with that growth came fear. What would people say? Our understanding of the Word of God felt beyond the ordinary. We called ourselves *The Ch...