Some decisions we'll never feel peace about until after they're made. The tranquility often comes after we've made the difficult choice.
— Knute Larson
The candidating process for becoming pastor of The Chapel took fourteen months.
During the drawn-out ordeal, I slipped into a low-grade depression I couldn't shake, losing nineteen pounds. I felt guilty for even considering the idea of leaving my church in Ashland. After fifteen good years, I wondered if I were "deserting" that church. It felt like divorce.
Feeling discouraged and confused one day, I threw down what I knew to be a silly and desperate challenge before God: "Lord, I'm going to turn on the car radio. Whatever this radio preacher says will be what you are saying to me."
I clicked on the dial, and the first words I heard were, "Go, I am sending you, and I will give you courage and what to say."
At first I laughed. Then I cried. Naturally, I wasn't going to let this "coincidence" or the voice of John MacArthur determine my future, ...1