The Walk Off

It was a warm twilight night in the summer of 2006. I was standing in a field along with about 25 others who attended Life Connections. Though it would seem weird to many, our family and the group were pouring olive oil and praying over the five and a half acres that had been given to us in the heart of Fishers. Overwhelmed with thanksgiving, we were praying God’s anointing, favor, and Spirit would be on the soon to be built campus.


Walking along the west side of the property praying, I heard a voice, not audibly, but in my spirit say, “walk the property on the other side of the fence.” I had heard the inner voice before and learned to lean into it. Without hesitation, I climbed over the barbed wire fence and began my first walk off.

The land I had been walking on was mowed, but once over the fence, it was different. The grass was tall and as I walked I encountered thickets, brush, bushes with thorns, and fallen trees. There was a pond in the middle of the property, one that had been created when an overpass was put over the nearby interstate. That became my point of reference. I navigated around the pond, praying, pouring oil, and claiming the property for a church that was yet to be built on donated land.

It would not be the last time, in fact multiple times through the years God would prompt me to do another walk off. Over the barbed wire fence I would go, trudging through the rugged terrain, praying and claiming the land.

By early 2009 Life Connections new facility was completed, creating a beautiful campus. Ebbs and flows of pastoring kept us busy but still there would be days I would stand in my second-floor office and look out the window at the land to the west and wonder. Growth at Life began to explode and by 2014 we began to talk about our next expansion of our campus. As plans were being formed, I remember once again, hiking over the fence and taking a walk, claiming the land one more time. Construction on Phase 2 of our campus began in 2017 and it was about that time that I noticed some activity on the land to our west.

After some inquiring, I found that the property had been sold and that an assisted living center, Lake Meadows, was being built on the property. My heart was saddened. my spirit a little downcast. I had learned God’s promptings but, on that day, as work began on the far west end of the property, it seemed I had heard wrong and my walks in vain.

By 2020 our new stage and 300-seat auditorium was complete. Soon after we added an additional  175 chairs to handle incredible growth. It was that same year that Lake Meadows completed their construction. The owner of the property, Daniel Hubbard invited me to the ribbon cutting ceremony. He had not only built a beautiful facility, but also cleaned up much of the property, including a beautiful paved walking path around the pond that I had circled. That day was a mixture of happiness for him but some sadness for me. I still couldn’t get away from my prayers. Maybe it was my pride. Maybe it was embarrassment.

Fast forward six years, it’s 2026. Much had happened.

·  2020 – COVID has a devastating impact on our church.

·  2021 – God spoke to my spirit and said we had finished our purpose at Life.

·  2022 – Philip and Annie Daigle, are unanimously voted in as pastors of Life Connections.

·  2023-2026 – Miraculous growth. Two expansions. A new name and future, as Life Connections becomes Heart and Soul Church.

With that backdrop I come back to that first walk off in 2006. Mary and I are now but a reminder of what was, as life should, it goes on. But on a Sunday in February of 2026 the past, the walk offs, came rushing to the present. Setting in service, we are stunned when Pastor Philip announced that there has been an amazing opportunity for the church. The opportunity? The property to the west had become available and the church was in the process of securing the land.

While others clapped and rejoiced, Mary and I sat in silence. Emotions? Overwhelmed. Astonished. Stunned. Fill in the blank. A prayer that appeared dead, over, a futile waste of time, in an instant is very alive. 20 years later. In a different form. Under different leadership. A 20-year prayer is answered!

I often said that God says, “yes, no, and wait.” By experience I’ve often felt that God’s default answer was wait. I know people who are praying for physical and mental healings. Parents who have prayed for their children for years. Ministers who are praying for breakthroughs in their ministries or churches. People praying for financial relief. All seem to get the same answer, “wait.” Wait often feels like a “no.” External signs say it’s a “no.” Emotionally it often feels like a “no.” What do we do when “wait” feels like “no?” Keep praying. Have a faith that believes. Never let go of hope. Trust the process, God’s process. Keep walking it off!

Surviving Your Cicada Season

The woods at the Hudson home are silent. We have been blessed and highly favored. Why? Because while many here in Indiana are dealing with the singing cicadas, thus far, we have not. The cicada invading Indiana is the 17-year variety, and I guess, because they only show up every 17 years, they’ve chosen to be quite the nuisance. Since our woods have been silent, we’ve taken a few “Fishers field trips,” where it is VERY obvious when you’ve found the little critters. You instantly hear a sound that boarders somewhere between screeching of fingernails on a chalk board and a cat getting its tail stepped on. One other thing we noticed is that their eyesight isn’t too keen. They fly everywhere, and into anything, including your face, car windshield, and of course, any open window or door. To those who are reading this, know the racket and intrusion, will soon be over. By early July the little darlings will be gone for another 17 years. Cicada season brings an important question. What do you do when a “season” hits your life? You endure. Persevere. You hang on to the words of Solomon who said, “to everything there is a beginning and an ending.” To everyone who is going through a “season,” hang on! Gods got you, you will make it through. It may seem like the noise of life is excruciating and the intrusions are more than you can bare, but just keep believing and trusting in God. Stay on your knees and in the Book. He will see you through. Matthew 24:13 says it well, “but he that shall endure unto the end, the same shall be saved.” My solution for surviving your season may seem simple, but like dealing with cicadas, you really don’t have any other choice, save getting some good ear plugs and keeping your windows closed.

The Silence of Saturday

Silence. It can be awkward, difficult and confusing. It’s the feeling a widow or widower has the first night after the love of their life has breathed their last breath and they are all alone. It’s the feeling parents experience when they have had a house full of kids, watched them grow from infant to adult, taken them to band, cheered them on in their sports, had them around the dinner table and the last one has left the home and you now come home to an empty house. As a spouse, have you ever got the silent treatment? Often, you’re not sure why, and silently you are asking, did I leave my socks on the table again? Did I say something I wasn’t supposed to at the dinner party? The silence lets you know something is definitely wrong. It’s a first date or walking into a meeting where no one knows anyone and there’s that awkward moment when no one knows what to say or do. Whatever the scenario, silence begs for something to happen, anything. A friend to call the widow. A grandchild to enter the scene of a parent. Or a spouse thinking, please, let me know what I did to create this silence. That is what Saturday was like for those lived through Jesus’ Passion Week. They will survive the hurt, the actions and events of Friday and once they understand, experience and grasp the miraculous resurrection on Sunday, they will celebrate, but the silence of Saturday is overwhelming. On Saturday is when we deal with our own failures of yesterday. On Saturday is when we feel the chill of darkness, that it won, and we lost. On Saturday we live in the real possibility that our Hope is dead, and life will never be the same. On Saturday we feel as though God has failed us. Living in a Saturday? Take heart in Easter! That as impossible as things might feel today, you may be just be a few hours or days away from a life changing moment, an Easter, a moment that makes your life better than you could ever imagine!