Sunday Night Fire at Fireside
Every Sunday Night at 7 pm
In warm weather, we will meet beforehand outside around a real fire before heading inside at 7 pm.
Sunday Night Fire, led by Bruce Compton, is a weekly Christian gathering for anyone seeking recovery, healing, and restoration whether from addiction, broken relationships, grief, trauma, or spiritual weariness. We meet to worship, pray, have real conversations, and experience God’s restoring presence together, creating space for people to grow, discover and use their gifts, and serve and encourage others as God leads.
Bruce Compton's Testimony
I’m 69 years old, and the Lord is still finding things for me to do. My main ministry has been working with broken people, people in addiction, and basic outlaws/crazies. I figure the Lord kept me safe through all my stupid years so He could use me to walk others out of that insanity.
I started drinking alcohol at 13, and by the time I was 16 it was not uncommon for me to go through a quart of booze a night. The only thing that slowed my drinking down at that time was when I started coughing up blood. I did a lot of stupid things between 16 and 19, when I joined the Air Force and eventually got into the drug scene.
At the age of 21 is when God finally decided to knock me off my donkey. I was stationed at RAF Upper Heyford, England, when He redirected another believer 6,000 miles to come minister to me. His name was Mike McDonald, and I know he ministered to others, but I’m pretty confident I was on Mike’s short list. The first time I met Mike and he tried to talk with me about Jesus, I told him God was a blankety-blank spaceman and to leave me alone.
The day that I gave my heart to the Lord, I started my day off at 6:00 a.m. by dropping two codeine, two Valium, and two Demerol, chased that with a can of beer, and then laced my pipe tobacco with cocaine and hash, then went to my job working with explosives. When I was finished with my shift, I went to the club and started drinking, and I believe I closed the place.
When I got back to the barracks, I had to lean against the wall to hold myself up, and when I came to the stairs there was Mike ministering to one of my dope-smoking friends, Tennessee. I couldn’t make it up the stairs, so I had to sit down. The next thing I remember clearly was sitting in a chair in Mike’s barracks room, and Mike saying to me, “Bruce, I can’t tell you anymore about Jesus. Do you want to receive Him or not?”
In my drunkenness, I told Mike, “If this Jesus is real, He’ll meet me one on one,” and out the door I went. I got up to my room, and my bed was on stilts so I could have a desk under it. The third time I fell out of that bed, it began to hurt, so I pulled the mattress down on the floor, laid face down on the mattress with one foot on the floor to keep from spinning, and cried out, “Jesus, if You’re real, I want…” and in the blink of an eye I was stone-cold sober and have been that way ever since.
Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out and loudly proclaiming “Praise God what a ride!!” Some wish to live within the sound of church or chapel bells, I want to run a rescue shop within a yard of Hell. (picking up broken pieces)
Bruce Compton
320-420-4300
bruce@hoperoadministries.org
I started drinking alcohol at 13, and by the time I was 16 it was not uncommon for me to go through a quart of booze a night. The only thing that slowed my drinking down at that time was when I started coughing up blood. I did a lot of stupid things between 16 and 19, when I joined the Air Force and eventually got into the drug scene.
At the age of 21 is when God finally decided to knock me off my donkey. I was stationed at RAF Upper Heyford, England, when He redirected another believer 6,000 miles to come minister to me. His name was Mike McDonald, and I know he ministered to others, but I’m pretty confident I was on Mike’s short list. The first time I met Mike and he tried to talk with me about Jesus, I told him God was a blankety-blank spaceman and to leave me alone.
The day that I gave my heart to the Lord, I started my day off at 6:00 a.m. by dropping two codeine, two Valium, and two Demerol, chased that with a can of beer, and then laced my pipe tobacco with cocaine and hash, then went to my job working with explosives. When I was finished with my shift, I went to the club and started drinking, and I believe I closed the place.
When I got back to the barracks, I had to lean against the wall to hold myself up, and when I came to the stairs there was Mike ministering to one of my dope-smoking friends, Tennessee. I couldn’t make it up the stairs, so I had to sit down. The next thing I remember clearly was sitting in a chair in Mike’s barracks room, and Mike saying to me, “Bruce, I can’t tell you anymore about Jesus. Do you want to receive Him or not?”
In my drunkenness, I told Mike, “If this Jesus is real, He’ll meet me one on one,” and out the door I went. I got up to my room, and my bed was on stilts so I could have a desk under it. The third time I fell out of that bed, it began to hurt, so I pulled the mattress down on the floor, laid face down on the mattress with one foot on the floor to keep from spinning, and cried out, “Jesus, if You’re real, I want…” and in the blink of an eye I was stone-cold sober and have been that way ever since.
Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out and loudly proclaiming “Praise God what a ride!!” Some wish to live within the sound of church or chapel bells, I want to run a rescue shop within a yard of Hell. (picking up broken pieces)
Bruce Compton
320-420-4300
bruce@hoperoadministries.org
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