On the fourth watch of my last night, I made my way to the top of a hill and built a small fire before dawn cracked the wilderness sky. Sitting in silence before the Lord, waiting, listening, hoping. The warmth of the fire was a small comfort. It had been many days, and I was hungry.
It had been a little over a year since my last jump from two and half miles above the earth out of a perfectly good airplane. Through a series of unbelievable Holy Spirit inspired events I was invited to an exclusive skydiving event of the who’s who in the Asian skydiving world, hosted by the Indonesian military.
Violent and terrifying screams echoed out across the ancient and unreached village nestled in the volcanic foothills of the island where my family lived. As I got up and went outside to see what was happening, I realized there was a serious...
Over the following four months the Lord pursued our family with fury. I was being awakened, renewed, and transformed by the unmerited grace of his presence made available to me through the imputed righteousness of Christ.
The smell of clove cigarettes and incense lightly perfumed the stagnant afternoon air. Only a few short minutes after our arrival my children were wild at play with the children of the village. The sounds of their laughter bounced off the grey cinderblock walls that dotted the broken dirt path out front and filled the house with color...
Immediately my heart jumped as I feared something was wrong. My wife gently prompted my daughter to tell me what happened just minutes before at the breakfast table. "Daddy," she said in a quiet whisper...