My flesh is tired of seeking God,
but on my knees I'll stay
I want to be a pleasing child,
until that final day
My mind is full of many thoughts
that clutter and confuse
But standing firm, I will prevail,
in faith that I'll be used

~ Keith Green

Fall 1982, Dorchester, Massachusetts, Prince of Peace Fellowship

Unable to hold back my tears, I took down the sign I had carved by hand less than two years before: Prince of Peace Fellowship, Assembly of God. Our inner-city house church had suffered a fatal heart attack. Once shining lights of the Assemblies of God Home Missions outreach, my wife and I had burned out, unable to kindle a fire in the hearts of our little congregation. We had thought we could start from scratch and do things right, not weighed down with all the traditional church trappings. We had thought that we all had the same heart, to live together in community and share all we had in common. We were sadly mistaken.

I put the sign in the basement of our tired old house, unable to throw it away. For the next eight years I would cry every time I looked at that sign, because of the great hopes we had for our little church. Failure was a bitter pill to swallow.

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