I had read a book on disciple making, but nobody I knew had heard of it. Then, I spoke to our neighbour, a missionary from America, and asked about the book. To my surprise, not only had he heard of the book, but he had read it, taught it and lived it. This was the beginning of a new friendship and the discovery of disciple making movements. For three years we read, prayed, studied and allowed our minds to be renewed. We also apprenticed alongside pioneers of a microchurch network. We soon recognised that if we were going to experience fruitfulness, we would first need to think differently so we could live differently.