
Sometimes the only way to get a new life is by running your old one completely into the ground. Twenty years ago, that's what happened to me.
For years, I'd been hooked on approval and driven by an insatiable longing to make my mark as a spiritual leader. My life became a whirlwind of activity that garnered praise and admiration, yet bore unintended but horrific consequences. I became a player in the kingdom enterprise and lost myself along the way.
As I reflect on my life back then, I'm reminded of the tragic death of professional golfer Payne Stewart and the friends who died with him. Had I been watching as their plane taxied to the runway for takeoff, I would have without a doubt been impressed with the jet's sleekness and style. Looking up after takeoff, I would have commented on how nice it'd be to travel with such ease. I would also have been unaware that something was dreadfully wrong on the inside of that powerful aircraft.
Departing central Florida, the Learjet flew a ghostly journey ...