A series of hardships in ministry such as cancer, members leaving, and the inability to grow as a church left me feeling bruised and beaten. My frustration was compounded because I thought I knew what we needed to do, only to find there was little fruit to show for it. I thought I was a good pastor, but I could not figure out what needed to happen to get us where we needed to go.

How you handle church conflict in your home will determine whether those troubles end up being virtuous or villainous.

In April of 1989, I came precariously close to ending my life.

I was in the throes of a completely debilitating depression. Totally Incapable of rational thought, very ill, and unable to help myself, I lived believing the tormenting devilish lies continuously being fed into my mind…