Introspective Adrenaline
Today, one of my clients wished me a weekend free of injury, as “me and the boys” tackle the Gauley River marathon: 26+ miles of whitewater with 100 classed rapids, a handful of which are class V or V+. I … Continued
Truth in a Lover's Words
That shouldn’t surprise us: that’s how God designed it to work.
Spontaneous Corruption?
Is it that hard to think there’d be more than one way to communicate with the God of creativity, variety, and inspiration?
The Heartbeat of the Church
That sounds so liberal and lazy to my old churches—probably because they can’t measure it, codify it, cross it off of their OCD lists. I know; I used to be that checklist guy.
Death of a Salesman
They mean good. Their goals seem eternal. But I don’t remember Jesus persuading anyone, selling anyone. People were drawn to him.
Third Time is the Charm
This was what baptism was meant to be, how it was supposed to feel, what it was created to communicate. It’s designed to be one of the most monumental days in life, a watershed moment. For me—at least this time—it was.
Christ-centric Communion
It’s like all of the fundamentalist litmus tests: they take the elements of superstitious monasticism they can abide and chuck the rest as non applicable. They rip the temple curtain at their point of perforation.
[D]Evolution of the Pulpit
That pulpit, then, becomes the wall between a certain spiritual have and the have nots. I remember the spiritual place I felt attained by the times my dad lent me his pulpit, a sense of worthiness either doled or earned—sadly the antithesis of what that place should generate.
Regularly Scheduled Maintenance
You wouldn’t need revival brimstone, trained evangelist clones, or any other superstitious legalism. And I wouldn’t be nervous to bring my parents with me to my new church that doesn’t either.
Long Distance Plans
And while it’s true that God doesn’t compare hearts by numbers, he does covet more from us than compliance to an artificial Christian brand. He called the Pharisee’s on it all the time, even dropped the “whited sepulchers” hammer on them.
The Long Start
I’ve been on a journey . . . I’m not sure for how long. Well, it’s been more like wandering in the wilderness, albeit an artificially made one, while God made me and the future ready for a promising horizon.