Raised in the rigid narrowness of staunch legalistic religion and the unhealthy view it created of authority and authority figures, Dale Lloyd’s perception of God was that He was the ultimate abusive authority figure in the universe. Dale had accumulated just about all of the soul devastation that gathers around a shame based life - just one half breath short of suicide. He feverishly reached for redemption. Instead of redemption he discovered that no measure of reaching, no measure of effort, no measure of sincerity, no measure of discipline, morals or ethics could in the end measure up. Life became an endless exercise of this futility. The effort always collapsed in more failure, which in turn deepened the crippling and disabling death-grip of shame.
At mid-life the performance came to an undiplomatic, awkward and convulsive stop. With the sudden cessation of the spinning of his world every religious work he had crafted and protected as dictated by the majority insistence of his own history - including, and most especially, 25 years of ministry - went flying off to be burned up in the atmosphere. The end had come.
Encased in life-threatening pain and despair, while stumbling through the rubble and debris, Dale made a most incredible discovery. He found a mere trifle of faith hardly the size of a mustard seed. And wonder of all possible wonders that faith had nothing to do with the incessant demand of his religious roots to measure up. Rather, that faith delivered him right into the relational presence of the one and only Person who met the measure and now dispensed righteousness and guaranteed justification on the basis of faith and faith alone. The end turned out to be the end of “works religion” and the beginning of dynamic, relational S/spiritual reality.