The Case
On Saturday, September 5, I retired to my study to prepare for a wedding. Suddenly, as I was writing, I lost control of my hand. I called out to my wife. In a few moments I had lost my speech, my right side was paralyzed, and I was unable to walk. It turned out to be a cerebral hemorrhage. Had it gone a fraction further, it would have proved fatal.
"Small groups will produce cliques." "My religion is private." "I sure don't want to sit around listening to people air their emotions." These were some of the remarks provoked by my first attempt at initiating the ministry style of small-group discipleship in my church. I went ahead anyway.
At one service I issued a call following one of my motivational pep talks, and 80 ...
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