I distinctly remember the day I stood on the Statue of Liberty, desperately seeking God’s will on our plan to move to New York. It was a hot August afternoon and we’d waited for nearly two hours to make the climb. Finally we stood at Liberty’s feet… taking in the view. By this point we were all but committed to moving to New York City. Andi had distinctly heard God’s leading the day before in the 9/11 Memorial in St Paul’s chapel. But I wanted my own revelation, something to come back to when the road got tough, and I knew it would.
I remember feeling overwhelmed. The size of the city. The fact that at that time we knew two people there. Two people, in a city of millions. My business was flourishing in Australia and suddenly we were considering moving to New York… the most expensive city in the world… during the worst crisis since the Great Depression… leaving family and friends behind… to plant a church… and take my business global. I thought to myself many times, “Either this is God, or this is insanity”.
How will we live? Will I find new clients? Will anyone come to our church? Where will the money come from? Oh God… is this You?
I stared at the Manhattan skyline. I’m embarrassed to admit it but I was hoping God would give me a scripture promise in that moment. In all honesty I was worried as a husband and Dad, “How will I provide?”. Yes, I know all the right things to say. “God provides, not you Paul”. But in my humanity I was afraid. Continue Reading