Sometimes I Don’t Believe In Redemption

It breaks my heart to say this, but sometimes I think people can't be saved. Our church's mission is Live the Restoration, to literally display what the Gospel story looks like in my life so others can imagine it in theirs. Sometimes I pray for people I meet out in real life, or at work … Continue reading Sometimes I Don’t Believe In Redemption

Isn’t It Supposed To Happen More Than Once?

Sometimes Christian music is so flat and depressing. Is it okay if I say that?  It's because it's so entry-level, so absorbed in "that one time Jesus saved me". And then the story never progresses. I heard a song today with the lyrics "My chains were broken...when your loved washed over me." Really? All your … Continue reading Isn’t It Supposed To Happen More Than Once?

What Your Influence Is For: Sanity Not Required

I know a crazy guy. He's so crazy, he's running 24 miles, rim to rim, through the Grand Canyon on September 15. He's so crazy, he's trying to raise $50,000 to save 50 girls from a life of prostitution in Ethiopia. He's so crazy, he imagines himself his own version of Liam Neeson from Taken, kicking down … Continue reading What Your Influence Is For: Sanity Not Required

These stories pump water

I love brand new ideas, really good ones I wish I thought of. Don't you? Well, here's one for you. Have you heard of CausePub yet? If you haven't, you're about to. I just wrote a story for CausePub, an organization creating books for a cause through group-publishing. [Click here to read the story and … Continue reading These stories pump water

When it’s all up to you: the value of legacy

{If you found me through my article on Catalyst, welcome. And if you're a regular or a visitor, please let me share my news: I had the privilege to be featured on Catalyst this week, talking about the church planting life and the value of raising up the legacy of the next generation of leaders. … Continue reading When it’s all up to you: the value of legacy

I am the opposite of me

I am a paradox. And so are you. We are clean and shiny in some areas of ourselves, yet disheveled disasters in others. The real estate of our souls and our yards is impeccable from one angle, and painfully unkempt from another. How is it that we can live with coexisting brilliance and ignorance, with generous … Continue reading I am the opposite of me

No one notices the pillars

No one notices the pillars. Take a look at the White House. The facade, the grandeur, the elegance, the sweeping landscape. The protesters in front. You can feel the history. But you probably walk right past the pillars. They cast a lovely shadow, create an ambience to be experienced, but so often we look right through them while they stand at … Continue reading No one notices the pillars

A squishy, floaty, sturdy, heavy thing called Love

Only the things done in love matter. Only the things done in love weigh enough to stamp eternity. Everything else just floats off the surface as vapor. It's not the act. It's the intent. Love might wear you out, but it doesn't get tired that easily. Love lets you be where you are right now, … Continue reading A squishy, floaty, sturdy, heavy thing called Love

I am Jesus’ awkward friend

In college, it was getting easy. I finally figured out how to make friends, not talk too much or make people feel uncomfortable around me. And aside from the tumultuous relationships and the general self-loathing, my relationship with God felt relatively sturdy too. In the mornings, I propped up my pillow behind my head, then … Continue reading I am Jesus’ awkward friend

How to feel like a good mom when you tuck yourself in

Motherhood is teaching me a lot about my human-hood. And it hurts. I face off against the frayed and tasseled ends of my patience and goodness every time my voice shouts too loud, or when my son's unexplainable need to fish in the toilet stirs up my ugly, unreasonable side. I don't like that girl … Continue reading How to feel like a good mom when you tuck yourself in