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Interruptions never fail, especially when I am deep into a task that has my entire focus. They come in all shapes and sizes like a knock on the door from a frustrated parent or a phone call from someone needing me to listen. There are urgent emails to return and status updates to read; each interruption taking me away from what I am doing in the moment, distracting, sometimes irritating, but always scheduled. Not scheduled by me, but by the Master Planner of my schedule, God.
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Awkward vacation photo!

As I was lounging around on vacation during the Fourth of July weekend, I couldn’t help but think about the church, our mission and how we can become bigger contributors to the Kingdom. If God is up to something great and offering us an invitation to get in the game, why are so many people bailing ship when this season comes? Is there such a thing as poor-weather fans in the church?

Just because I’m on vacation it doesn’t mean I’m no longer living out the action of being the church. I don’t punch a “be the church clock” when I arrive and when I leave. I am the church and the church is me. Wherever I go… The church goes with. Continue Reading…

“Gracious words are a honeycomb, sweet to the soul and healing to the bones.” (Proverbs 16:24)

Today I am in one of those places where I know I need to speak, but I’m having a hard time finding good things to say. It’s Monday, my coffee cup has long been dry and with a full stomach I now feel tired… excuses never run out.

Reading Proverbs 16:24 makes me think about the power I hold with my own words. I own a power to heal, power to encourage and even the power to shape someone’s destiny… gracious words are very sweet.

Words hold incredible power. Being a student pastor I often find myself doing a lot of talking. I speak about sports, culture, faith and a man named Jesus Christ… but I’m starting to wonder if I am intentionally making my words count. Am I being purposeful with my words to sweeten the souls and heal the brokenness of people? Continue Reading…

I know this topic has been beat to death over the last couple weeks, but I feel that there are a few words in my mind that should wrap up this un-apocalyptic doomsday. It is now 8 PM on the West Coast and I’m still here… now either I am fallen out of grace or poor Harold Camping was wrong, again.

I can kind of understand his hope. He wanted to go home… to live in eternity in a place much cleaner and more comfortable than the world he currently resides in. Maybe he just couldn’t deal with a dirty broken world anymore. Whatever his case might be, he failed to realize that God was and is not finished working through the church to be the transformation this world needs. The mission is still active… Continue Reading…