Moving to New Windsor was a rushed affair.

I was at work when I heard that we were moving that very day. I’m not sure why it had to be that day, but back then I didn’t ask questions, especially when instructions came from someone higher up in the church.

We were moving in with a deacon and his wife, and they had said “today,” so we loaded all our meager belongings into the car and left.

The lease on the basement we were renting out wasn’t up yet. I don’t remember what we said or how we told the landlords that we were leaving. I don’t know if we even said anything.

They almost sued us over the broken lease for the remainder of the rent—which we definitely couldn’t afford. We thought God was on our side when they eventually let it go.

This kind of recklessness with regard to the law was very common among church members.

If the gospel needed it, we would do it, consequences be damned.

We believed God would protect us and look after us as long as we pursued their kingdom.