Vol I, No.5 T-NetWorker

T-NET International • Discipling Disciplemakers • June 2003

In this Issue:

Bill Hull on the Last 20 Years of Disciplemaking - Where the Church Gets It and Where We Don't.

In AfterWords David Goodman returns to his African roots and finds "This is Not Your Father's Africa."

Dr. DIMM: How the Internet can save your conference budget and
help you afford that vacation your family has been asking for!

Plus: Great Commission Impact for Your Church Click Here

Jesus Christ Disciple Maker @ Twenty Years Old Pt. 2

Bill Hull T-NET Founder and Author

"Many a person − many a pastor − have sailed through the best training money can buy, but remain untouched in the inner person, or at least untouched in the deep strongholds that we keep secret. I have stepped into a community where I can share anything and everything. I know that I am loved, accepted and all will be kept confidential. Within that small circle I can walk completely in the light and that is the safest place anyone can be. There is no balderdash, just open and honest talk. The Quakers call it a clearness committee, people who can help us find clarity in God’s leading.

It is only when I talk
about my obedience barriers,
the sins that keep defeating me,
that I remove the barriers
to transformation . . ."

Dr. DIMM Clergy Computer Geek for Cyber Saints

Dr. DIMM's Guide to Good Stewardship Cyber- Assisted Conference and Travel Savings

How to save big on Conference expenses and maybe even afford to take that vacation you been promising your family. Dr. DIMM shows you can use the Internet to rent cars, book hotels and fly for bottom dollar prices.

AfterWords - David Goodman

This is Not Your Father's Africa

T-NetWorker Staff
David Goodman, Editor
Caroline Smith, Asst. Editor

Reflections somewhere over the Atlantic, suspended between heaven and earth, between Ethiopia time and Central time, between the Ancient and the Future returning from a pastors' conference on the Horn of Africa.

"I have returned to the Africa of my youth. The place I was born. Where my first memories were defined by mud block walls, grass roofs and the wood stove I soon learned not to touch. I have returned, but this is not my father’s Africa. The land of my youth where well-dressed women sported handfuls of fresh cut leaves front and back. Breasts were utilitarian tools with baby attached or later, when empty, a convenient handle for a two year old swaying on mama’s hip . . ."

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