It’s been a rough few days here in Colorado. You could make the case we’ve had a few rough years. Between this spring’s flooding, Aurora’s shooting, Columbine and innumerable other tragedies our fair state’s become a place where people seem to think bad things happen. And bad things do happen here – just as they do everywhere. We seem to have played host to a fair share of the headline grabbing stories. On April 20th, 1999 I was a sophomore
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There’s something unique about sitting down to talk with your young adults pastor and you’re absolutely convinced you should be leaving said young adults group…and then by the end of the breakfast with him you’re questioning every single idea you had in your head. No, it’s not as fun as it sounds but it’s absolutely necessary. The other part of the conversation that opened up a long rusting door in my mind was the idea of how a church can
I’m about to bloody my theological knuckles, so buckle up. Strap in. Brace yourself. And hold onto something. It’s going to be a bumpy ride. I figured I should put that warning there since there’s a chance I’ll be metaphorically and rhetorically crackin’ skulls with today’s post. And I can’t take credit for the inspiration of these words. I blame the twitter user ENT Monkey. Dude even has a website. It all started in the early morning hours today with
Here I am on the last day of National Blog Writing month. I made it! With a few days missed and a couple filled with content for National Novel Writing month – I made it! Looking back on the last thirty days much has happened. I left my five and a half year job for better pastures. I started doing my devotions on a daily bases more. And I began to understand how the last few years have affected me
It’s Monday. Commence with the gnashing of teeth and tearing of ritual sackcloth! I’m back podcasting about church, Jesus and the future of it all. I’m a bit bonkers and wander with my ideas but it’s fifteen minutes worth of marinating on the future of The Church. Give it listen and tell me how wrong I am.
Sometimes getting away from it all is the best medicine. Upon leaving my former employer I began to discover as I job searched that I had more time than I knew what to do with. I realized that I had allowed myself to get swallowed up in the job. It happens to the best of us. We turn into workaholics and while sometimes that is a good quality it is a very bad thing to run at full throttle all
This is “A Unwritten Letter”. Couple of years back this was a fresh emotion playing upon my heart. This is me writing a letter to the someone to finally close it out. I may do more of these for National Blog Writing Month. We’ll see. Onwards! ****** I wish I could have told you how I felt about you. I wish you could have heard me describe how when I looked into your eyes I felt as I’d come home
Every year. Every year I do this thinking, “This year I can do it without having to catch up.” And every year I end up behind the eight ball cursing the keys my fingers run desperately across. It’s the way of the keyboard and you would think I’d eventually figure this out and accept it. But you’d be wrong. I’m still missing day four and the fact that I’m still talking about it means that it’s going to stick in
Often with NaBloWriMo the challenge isn’t sitting down every day and writing – it’s coming up with stuff to write to fill the space of a blog post. That’s why NaBloWriMo is such a challenge – and why it’s fun and terrible at the same time. You wonder how the folks whose life blood is blogging and writing manage to keep on truckin’.
You could also probably title this post “Volunteering Makes Us Better” but I like the ring of the original. There is great truth in the statement. I’ve been doing children’s and youth ministry since 1992. That’s 21 years of my 31 years on this planet. And I can tell you this right now – if those 21 years had been spent outside of ministry and volunteering – you wouldn’t recognize the man sitting at the keyboard right now. You probably