if:gathering, the few, and you…

if:gathering, the few, and you…

The past is a cyclical event. In my Church History 101 class, I remember the professor explaining that revivals preceded movements. The class—full of budding pastors and passionate church planters—was in awe and furiously took notes on what revival looked...
beautiful mess: relationships…

beautiful mess: relationships…

Relationships are like brussels spouts. They are good for you, but sometimes they stink. [F’real. This is some real talk, right here.] I’ve been married for 24 years [that’s dog years but whatever] and I’ve been dumb enough to make a gazillion...
seeds, fruits, and nuts…

seeds, fruits, and nuts…

Throughout the gospels we see Jesus allegorize spiritual growth through mustard seeds, vineyards, gardens, and fields to harvest. Basically, horticulture was Jesus’ jam! I don’t know about you, but when I read those passages they are beautiful, but almost...
restless…

restless…

Like a skirt that is too tight. Like a jacket that’s too small. Like a tunnel with no end in sight. It’s like that. Restless to move.  Sitting in the hot sun staring at the sky, I explained my frustration in the only visual I could muster up to describe...
public displays of [church] affection…

public displays of [church] affection…

Before anyone gets out a red letter and sows it to my chest, I would like to make a case, state the issue, and let the jury decide. [Maybe it’s my inner forensic nerd coming out, but my secret dreams of being the District Attorney for Law & Order SVU are...

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