That Time I Killed a Church

That Time I Killed a Church

Did I ever tell you about the time I successfully killed a ministry?

Yup. Some of my dearest friends in the world handed me their ministry in Mexico that they had spent ten years of blood, sweat and tears building.

Nine months later we were closing the doors and driving away.

It seemed like we had heard from God, but I felt like a failure.

That experience taught me something important.

With so much talk about “leaving a legacy” and “building something that outlives you” I think sometimes we forget God calls himself the Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end.

God is eternal, but he is the God of the beginning and the end.

Only the government creates programs that never end. God doesn’t seem so worried about things ending.

I think we often push things way past their expiration date. We think it’s noble. We grit our teeth and hold on. But I wonder if most of the time it’s just pride. We don’t want to look like a failure.

Some businesses need to close. Some churches need to shut their doors. Some relationships need to end.

Living an extraordinary life will require knowing when it’s time to move on. I’ve found that when we have the courage to let loose of what we are holding so tightly, God will open brand new doors that exceed anything we could have imagined.

Seek God. Be courageous.

I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End. Rev. 22:13

P.S. When you determine it’s time to walk away, make sure you do it right. As my dad says, “Don’t throw a grenade over your shoulder as you leave.”