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       Here are some excerpts of David Fredrickson's recently published book 'When The Church Leaves The Building"

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The book is a treasure – one that will thrill you with each unfolding page! It is the story of a man and congregation that valued God’s life above their own experience and the amazing journey that led them to undertake.

Over the course of years, following the gentle nudging of the Spirit, they set out to unravel the mysteries of the body of Christ and found it leading them to places they had never considered. At each turn they continued to risk the status quo and their own comfort and security to find a richer life in Jesus together. They discovered what most people only dare to dream. You’ll be shocked at the choices they made and inspired by the lessons they learned.  READ MORE

 

 

CHAPTER 1                 STOP THE REVIVAL; GIVE ME THE REAL THING!


The NO TRESPASSING sign was all I needed. Standing in a box canyon at the end of a quarter mile dry creek, staring at a waterfall along with a dozen tourists, was not my idea of adventure. It was about 10:00 in the morning. My wife, Rachel and her friend, Penny would not return to fetch me until early that afternoon. With three hours to kill and no transportation, I decided to make the most of it. The banks of the canyon were overgrown with the lush, green foliage that dominates the landscape in this Hawaiian rain forest. I paused for just a moment to consider the disadvantages of a steep climb through the jungle in my attire, a tank top, shorts and flip flops. A large leather case full of camera equipment dangled from my neck. The sign signaled the challenge, and off I went with the delicious anticipation of an explorer about to encounter the great and dangerous unknown. The terrain grew steeper and the challenge stiffer as I sought footholds and vines to propel and pull myself up the ever-beckoning cliff. Finally, I reached a level area where a narrow path wound its way through mountain apple trees and dense undergrowth. It ended abruptly at a sheer cliff, about 12 feet high. Hanging from the top was a thick rope. Ah! This was good! Hand- over-hand I pulled myself upward while the camera case swung back and forth and bounced off my hips. Scrambling over the top, I could hear the distant roar of cascading water and knew I would soon be at the top of the falls.  READ MORE

 

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