The fear I felt as I lost it all, and how I recovered
The moment I met real fear
There is one moment in my life when fear washed over me more powerfully than ever before. It was a phone call I will never forget.
A few months before, my wife and I had started a church in Decatur, GA. We wanted to start something that could serve and love the community in a new way. As a part of that process, we had to raise support. In our support raising, several months earlier, we found Molly (not her real name, but close ;) ).
Molly popped up out of the blue. She found my blog and started emailing me questions, which I was happy to answer. Then, she asked how she might support our church plant. I didn’t have a good answer, so I gave her a link to my Amazon wish list, which included books on church planting. Molly bought me every book on the list, more than $500 worth. That got my attention.
After that, Molly asked how she might financially contribute to supporting our new church. I still didn’t know her well, and her story about how she had money and why she wanted to give it to a stranger was a little odd, so I was cautious.
My family needed to move to Decatur to start the church, so my conversations with Molly turned toward her donating money to help with that. Initially, she promised to give $800…
