In 2002, my brother Mark and I worked with others to plant Westbridge Community Church in a small farming area in western New Jersey. We had no idea what God wanted to accomplish in this endeavor; we just knew he wanted us to start it. People came, they found God, and then they got involved.
We figured whoever God sent us, that was who he wanted us to work with. Three weeks into Westbridge, I told Mark, "We need a lead guitarist. Think you can give up playing rhythm and learn lead?"
"I'll give it a try," said Mark, who loves his guitars. Within months of starting lessons, Mark was a staple every Saturday night. Kids ran to him to sit on his lap and the friendless found their best friend in my guitar-playing brother.
When the high school drama teacher showed up and announced she was in, we figured God wanted drama. When musicians showed up, we increased our band's size. As tech people showed up, our tech got increased and upgraded. God's hand was quite evident.
Attendance was almost 200 and ...1