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Recommended reading #2

[Making Disciples, Ralph Moore – Not By Might, Lonnie Frisbee – A Supernatural Hippie Story, C. O’Maonaigh]

Making Disciples, by Ralph Moore

If you’re a pastor you should read this right away! I wish I had this book when I started pastoring. If you’re a pastor, you should read this before your pastor does and then right away give it to your pastor and everyone else you know. Ralph is an apostle, but he doesn’t look or talk like the way you’d think apostles would. I don’t like citing numbers to indicate what I think of people’s lives or ministries, but that there are 700 churches that are directly or indirectly attributable to his influence has to mean something. What it means to me is that he understands the priority of making disciples and knows how to do it. Please read this book! Continue reading


Sometimes do and sometimes don’t…

4 Do not answer a fool according to his folly, or you yourself will be just like him.

5 Answer a fool according to his folly, or he will be wise in his own eyes. Proverbs 26:4-5

“I don’t believe in any of that Jesus stuff. It, and all religion, is made up by people who want to control other people.” I was in Golden Gate Park with my dreadocked-hippie-christian friends. They make pancakes on a camp stove and bring hot coffee for people living in the bushes. We make friends and share with our friends about our Other Friend. Some are passing through to other hippie-traveller enclaves, Rainbow Gatherings, or just living on the road indefinitely. Others arrived in the Haight-Ashbury decades ago looking for meaning and found something else. Continue reading

“I was adopted…”

We were making pancakes on a camp stove among a grove of cedar and eucalyptus trees in Golden Gate Park the other day, sharing them with anyone who came out of the trees and bushes where they’d slept the night before. Drifters many, living the gypsy life from coast to coast, travelling by train, by thumb, on foot. Others came to the famed Haight-Ashbury and stayed in order to “find themselves.” Most have lost more than they’ve found. Some collect recyclables, and on a good day (like after a holiday or concert in the park) they make as much as $50. Most deal weed for their living expenses, others peddle harder drugs like crack, meth, or heroin. The weed sellers ply their trade out in the open (the penalty benign) and my conversations with them are often interrupted by potential buyers of all shapes, sizes, and social extremes. Some customers are shoeless, showerless, shaveless, and sporting long, painstakingly grown dreadlocks. Other clients approach donning garments of the Armani brand. Continue reading

I met the devil in Golden Gate Park (Part 2)

In Part 1 I talked about an interaction I had with “Sherriff” during one of our “Pancake Ministry” days in Golden Gate Park. I refer you to that article for a context of the dearly beloved people we make friends with there. Here’s another account of a spiritual challenge I encountered in the park while sharing God’s love.

[BTW, I want you to know that I’m not a find-a-demon-under-every-rock kind of guy. I pay lots more attention to God and what he’s doing than to the devil and what he’s up to. C.S. Lewis wrote:

“There are two equal and opposite errors into which our race can fall about the devils. One is to disbelieve in their existence. The other is to believe and feel an excessive and unhealthy interest in them. They themselves are equally pleased by both errors, and hail a materialist or a magician with the same delight.” Screwtape Letters page 3] Continue reading

Some of my heroes in San Francisco…

Liz Wong is the first person that comes to mind when I think of spiritual heroes in the City. She and her late husband, Ed started a ministry in San Francisco’s “worst” neighborhood, the “Tenderloin” twenty-five years ago or so. Before coming to Jesus, Ed had been an addict and frequent flyer in this dark and scary section of the city. When the Lord delivered him, it didn’t take long for him to become a flaming evangelist and street preacher back in the hood from which he came, preaching two or three times a week in Boeddeker Park. Ed and I became friends in the 90’s when he and his family (Liz, Candace, Hosanna, and Elijah) joined our church in San Bruno. Though tireless in his efforts to lead everyone he knew to Jesus, Ed bore in his body the effects of his many years of heroin use (and all manner of other drugs). He suffered from Gout, Hepatitis, and eventually Liver Cancer, from which he succumbed in May of 2008. Continue reading

I brought two young men to church yesterday…

… and they couldn’t have been more polar opposites! I was speaking in a church in the City for my pastor friend who was on a short vacation. I have this deal with God that if I help pastors (by praying with them, give them a listening ear, and speak in their churches once in a while), God won’t make be one (a pastor, that is)! To be honest, I don’t know for sure that he has totally signed off on my deal, but I proceed as though he has! Anyway, back to the two guys… Continue reading