As I drove over the Ouachita River Bridge in the year of 2000, I began to weep as I felt God's prompting growing ever stronger to make a stand against the spirits that have held this city captive for generations. The river that separated the two cities was a sober symbol of the spiritual division and racial disharmony that had enslaved this region. We have suffered too long from intolerance and prejudice, like a wound that refuses to heal. I have seen dramatic social changes take place for the good in the United States. It is evident in our schools, our workplaces, our sports and in our music — everywhere except the church. There is no place more segregated in America than a Sunday morning church service. So I ask you as I asked myself, "How can we present the whole Body of Christ to a broken world when we are dismembered?" As our cities watch us piously sit on our black-church/white-church pews, we are not demonstrating the power of a risen Savior, but that of a prejudiced god. This is the real nemesis of the Church. While we defend our miniature fortresses of religious tradition, the true enemy goes unchallenged, pillaging and conquering our city at will.
God has sent out a cry to the truly hungry to fulfill the unanswered prayer of Christ, "That they might be one, just as my Father and I are one." Martin Luther King, Jr. didn't just have a dream. He was willing to march outside the walls of comfortable tradition. Every dream needs willing hands and feet to carry it out. We must all remember we serve a color blind Lord. With this conviction, First Lady and I, along with our three children, founded Power Church International on August 5, 2000, in a tent on 165 South in Monroe, Louisiana. We began to march, with no members and no contacts. We took all of our savings to sow the first seed into the soil of Redemption Power Church.
Two weeks later we moved into a storefront on Louisville Avenue in Monroe. We still did not have any support by way of finances or membership, but we believed with all our hearts that God called us to build a church without the walls of racial and social division and religious labels. Six months later we moved into our first building in West Monroe, Louisiana. Many people heard the Call of change and boldly followed in our footsteps. I was recently paid a high compliment when a guest made the observation that he knew our vision was credible when he saw our leadership was multi-ethnic and that our church really did look like our area.
Come visit one of our services and see for yourself the difference it makes when there is unity in the church — the anointing oil can truly flow.
Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity! It is like the precious ointment upon the head, that ran down upon the beard, even Aaron's beard: that went down to the skirts of his garments; As the dew of Hermon, and as the dew that descended upon the mountains of Zion:
for there the LORD commanded the blessing, even life for evermore.