In my normal time with the Lord one morning, Jesus spoke to me–not an audible voice, just that thought from nowhere that I've learned is often the way he speaks to me.
"Walk Oltorf," was what he seemed to say.
I would like to tell you that I immediately obeyed him, but that would not be true. It took me about two months, and it was only because a Texan summer was fast approaching that I finally obeyed what I had sensed him say.
Oltorf is a street about a 20 minute drive from our house. We didn't know anyone who lived there, had no reason to ever even travel along it. The first day I walked, nothing special happened. But the following day, I took a slight detour off the main road, and found myself in a low income housing project named Springfield. As I walked between the rows of run-down houses and dumpsters, the Lord spoke to me again.
"You are to start a church here."
As I left the housing complex to where I had parked the car, I met one of the people who lived in a house alongside Springfield. He showed me the holes in the fence from a drive-by shooting, and pointed out the flashy car of one of the local drug dealers who was exiting the complex.
Back with our simple church, I shared what had happened, and a group of people committed to pray for the people who lived there. Mostly we prayed on our own; occasionally we came together to pray, and once or twice we prayer walked Springfield.
The next post will continue the story.
Has the Lord ever led you clearly to an area or a group of people? I'd love to hear your story.