In 2002, the Lord sent me to Abilene, Texas. I had just graduated from college with a double major, where I was a four-year football letterman at Texas Tech. Everyone expected me to follow this great path into business and success, but my heart was set on ministry. My true prayer was, “Lord, send me wherever you want. Send me to the darkest place on earth.” I was ready for the heart of Africa or Central American slums or some house of prayer somewhere in the eastern block. But as with many of my prayers, I didn’t know what I was asking.
Abilene, Texas ... an area in Central West Texas that’s on the edge of cotton farmland, mesquite forests, and hills full of cedars and oaks. Shake it all up, add a bit of cactus, and you got it. Ranchers and farmers ... teachers and preachers. Abilene is arguably the most conservative place in the US. It is literally the buckle of the Bible Belt with three Christian universities (Church of Christ, Baptist, and Methodist) in a city of 100,000+ and a church on every corner. I have a picture taken from the street level that has five steeples in it. Five! This is where you want me, God? This is the “darkest place on earth?” Okay!
I took a job as Worship Pastor / College Minister at a new church plant on the outskirts of the city. And for the first two weeks, the Lord challenged me to eat out by myself all over town. I was stunned at this request. I should be networking with other pastors and getting to know the other staff—something, anything other than eating by myself in a new place.
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