A testimony,
and a blueprint.
Seven days after that walk, a realtor nobody had called showed up at The Hope Church with a property he believed God wanted them to see. It was the eighty-unit apartment complex across the street. The same building. The same bare block walls and broken floor tiles.
What follows is twenty-plus years of faith with its sleeves rolled up: a father's retirement savings in a manila folder, fifteen acres claimed by a congregation in sneakers, a thirty percent "desert tax" on milk and bread, a grocery deal proving a solution to a food desert, and friendships that turned into the partnerships that rebuilt a neighborhood.
Called to Crossover is told with candor and humor. It names the rejections, the hard sales, the challenges with colleagues, and the days the model didn't work. Then it hands you the framework so you can see the street you've been walking past.
Inside the book
The Runaway
A pharmacist and gospel-jazz saxophonist offers God every alternative to the pulpit.
The Manila Folder
The bank wants skin in the game. The only person left to ask is Dad.
Fifteen Acres and an Oscar
A walkout at the negotiating table, and a lesson in leaning like a Rottweiler.
Hands, Feet, Mind, and Heart
The Crossover Model, and the young mother who went from tenant to vendor.
The Desert Tax
Mystery shoppers, rejection after rejection, and the woman at Walmart who drove by.
Relationships Are the Bridge
Two pastors, two churches, and an Easter morning that filled an arena.
The Man Who Stayed Seated
What "just go" taught him about the ministry of presence.
