For the last two weeks, I’ve been traveling in an effort to raise monthly support for my family and our church plant. This is a step of faith that makes no sense outside of our absolute firm conviction that this is the direction God is calling us.
Somebody doesn’t like that reality.
Week 1: The brakes on my Jeep went out. Brake job in Corpus Christi, $800.
Week 2: I told the story yesterday, but somehow I received two speeding tickets on the return trip from Marshall.
You can easily chalk this week up to my idiot-self not watching the speedometer close enough. I’m not denying that at all.
But it would also appear that someone doesn’t like what I’m doing. And considering the fact that I’m striving toward the birth of a new church in south Austin, I have a good guess as to who would be so upset.