When you kneel down and ask, “Son, why are you coming forward,” you hear him reply, “I want to become a child of God.”
Reformers stood well dressed in pulpits of prominence. Anabaptists, commonly garbed, were itinerant street preachers, who trekked miles into the forest to worship God in the safety of caves he created.
In them, I saw what the church should be like: they worked, they loved, they encouraged one another, and they all had one purpose: bring the Good News to the mountains of Los Machos.
“God never uses a man greatly until he hurts him deeply.”
When is the last time you heard a sermon on “The Eternal Duration of the Punishments of Hell” preached?