Doing the Gospel rather than just quoting it was the best way I could find out what God was up to. I didn’t believe in dragging souls into some special club of the saved…
My only sense of “mission” now was to show others that they, too, could feed and touch and heal and love, without fear. To catch them up in the desire to see more, taste more, without caring if they got a doctrine right or became a regular at my church. To get them walking, without the safety net of ritual correctness, along the path that Jesus blazed and to share the feast of their lives with others.