in areas I was none too good at, but Bethel Church needed help and I was happy to try. I was invited to pastor Mountain Chapel in Weaverville, California, in 1978. I told my dad, our senior pastor in Redding, that I would not accept such an invitation on the basis of it being a promotion. That had no appeal to me. The only important thing was to know that this was God’s assignment and have the leadership in Redding recognize it and send me and my family—which they did. We served in Weaverville for
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