Last week I asked you to pray for Vicki and me. During times of questioning, I find it comforting to go back to my roots in ministry. So, on Wednesday, I drove to Southwestern Seminary in Fort Worth, Texas. I spent a while reminiscing over the time spent there as I walked through some of the hallways of the school. I am blessed to have received much of my training there.

From there, I drove to Wedgwood Baptist Church and reminisced about what the Lord did there over the course of 12 years that turned my life upside down. I even visited room 110C, the room in which L.I.T. was birthed. I am forever grateful for the joy and trials I went through as the Lord provided the vision of L.I.T. It frustrated some folks, but others welcomed the idea with open arms.

I started seminary thinking I would be a pastor. However, three months later, the Lord called me to be a children’s pastor in Cleburne, Texas. We visited the church, and the pastor visited us the next day.

Pastor Lynn completely caught me off guard that evening when he asked, “Clint, will you pray about being our children’s minister?” I thought to myself, “Yeah, right!” That was not what he was thinking—he apparently had heard from the Lord before I did. Three months later, I became their children's pastor.

The first time I baptized a little girl in my church, I had no idea what I was doing. I knew what to say, “I baptize you in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.” But I had never been taught how to take the next step. This little girl’s name was Carry, and she was nine years old.

In the spring of 2004, I felt led by the Lord to train and prepare the preteens for our first mission trip.

We taught them to lead the worship songs, teach an evangelistic Bible study, and counsel lost children.

When I shared with my church staff what I was going to do that summer, they thought I had lost my mind.