Not Even For a Moment

I was at a crossroads in the story of our young church. Seated across from me were leaders in the denomination that had helped our plant get off the ground. They brought, as it seemed to them, a simple request. However, from where I sat, their demand was difficult. In fact, it was impossible. I was being asked to preach what I clearly deemed an add-on to the gospel. Needed funds were on the line. Peer respect was at stake. Yet I refused. I remember saying, “This is a hill I’ll die on.” By God’s grace, I stood firm.