This morning, as I was pulling out of my driveway to meet with some guys I had been discipling in the jail, I felt the Lord say it was time to plant a church among them.

Indigenous Church in the Local Jail
I’ve been mentoring and building relationships with a group of thirty or so men in the jail, as we periodically meet to discuss the things of God. Some are believers, and some are believers in the making.
This morning, I was prepared to share with them about slaying those giants in their lives which stood in the way of God’s promises.
But I felt the Lord say, instead, that it was time to actually start an indigenous church in their housing unit.
Church Planting
This sense that it was time to plant a new church among them did not strike me as the least bit odd. I am part of a fellowship that has planted various sister churches that are thriving in other housing units in the local jail, as well as in other improbable places. So the sole issue for me was simply being receptive to the Lord’s timing, by acting only when and how He says.

















On Tuesday evening, I understood how Jesus felt when his disciples finally “got it” and reported back, after He sent them out to minister on their own for the first time, that the sick were healed and darkness conquered. In His joy, the Lord said He saw Satan fall from Heaven because of them.


