Last Sunday marked the official 5-year anniversary of my being the pastor at Community Church of the Hills. When I first started, we had 81 people. Out of that original congregation, 16 still attend.

The first year was my honeymoon. It seemed everyone loved me. The second and third year, not so much. I learned that in a small church, in a small town, if you offend one person, the whole family and all their friends leave.

I offended many during my first years' learning curve.
Coming directly from a 1,500-member church in the beach cities of L.A. to a small country church in the middle of rural Texas didn't translate well. I was not very gracious and was way too demanding. I over-emphasized evangelism and talked about Hell ad nauseum.

The first person to leave said it was because I didn’t teach out of the King James Bible. She had gone there 17 years. In that entire time, no one ever taught out of the King James Bible.

Another said that he wasn’t being fed. (Pastors, ever hear that one before?)
Still another complained that she “just wasn’t feeling it.”
Yet another left because someone put a hat on his wife’s chair.
One guy split because he didn’t like being told what to do and another bailed because I shook his hand the wrong way.

Oh! Did I mention that God prevented a church split in 2018? Or that a guy wrote a 4 page letter to the Elders trying to get me fired?

The bottom line? They didn’t like me!

I brought in city methods and a city attitude to a country church. I thought I knew it all and was going to show everyone a thing or two. A man I greatly respected said, “Well, Pastor, you drove out another one.” I couldn’t argue. I was a bull rider in a China shop.

An executive friend of mine who consults for large companies said that when a new CEO comes in, 80% of the employees leave.

I was right on track.

Then came a series of unfortunate events. Tragedy. Loss. Disappointment. Heartbreak.

I had to get a second job as a school bus driver and thought that God may be calling me out of ministry. Still, I was determined not to quit. If our church got whittled down to just a few and I had to take a third job, quitting wasn't an option. God was perfectly able to remove me from the pastorate any time he wanted without my help.

I stayed and prayed and cried and trusted.

Then things started to turn around.

People came enthusiastic to hear the Word taught. Spontaneous fellowship started happening. The "meet and greet" time during service kept getting longer and longer. Our weekly small group grew, as did our Children’s Church and Men’s Group. We had special Women’s studies and a marriage class. There were potlucks every week and "all-church" potlucks every other month. There was so much food, I felt like I was Baptist. We were still only about 35 people, but we were growing in the Lord together.

Then coronavirus hit.
We kept meeting anyway and had only a handful of exclusively online-services. Church was held in the parking lot: I stood in the back of a truck and preached while the congregation listened on their FM radios. At the first opportunity, we gathered back together.

We nearly doubled in size. Go figure.

I am richly blessed and so grateful for God who caused me to persevere. What did I do to grow the church?
Not much. I just didn't quit, didn’t give up.

And God did what he promised to do: “I will build my church, and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it.”

Thank you, Jesus. Thank you, Community Church of the Hills.

And thank you to all those who have prayed for me my seven years in Texas!
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I taught my congregation how to swear and curse in a Biblical fashion, just like the Apostle Peter.


I'll bet you didn't know:

“Good gracious,” is an abbreviation of "My gracious God."

“Gosh and golly” are substitutes for God’s name and “gee” replaces Jesus name. 

"My dear," or "Dear me," is an English form of the Italian, “Dia mia,” “my goddess.”
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Pray that we would always be truthtellers.

That we would never invoke God’s name in vain

That we would walk in integrity in everything we do

That we would always desire be a true witness for Christ

That in our relationships with God and others, we’d be authentic.

That our church would be protected from Covid.
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Persecuted Church: That they will live the joy of the Lord before their persecutors.
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Johnson City Churches: Integrity, righteousness, and truth to be modeled.
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