*Photo by Pedro Pardo found here. If you’re reading this, I want to invite you to participate in a little exercise with me. I want you to place yourself among the crowds of the story you can find in Mark 6:30-34. You’ve heard the rumors of the man, supposedly a carpenter from Nazareth, who has … Continue reading Sheep without a Shepherd: An Exercise
I know something isn't right when I get mad at drivers who don't use their blinkers before moving into my lane on the freeway. When I get mad at something like this, it's a glaring warning signal that I'm not paying attention to something going on deeper within myself (because come on, there are so many more … Continue reading I don’t even like Picasso.
I gave up reading books other than the Bible for Lent this year. Most people laugh when they hear me say this and usually joke about how they should have given up not reading or something...But most people who know me know that at any given time, I'm in the middle of reading about 10 … Continue reading Worth It
I've been around Christian communities for most of my life, and I've heard a lot of talk about going. Going forward, going on to new things, going to the nations...(all good things, don't get me wrong!)... Going is what I wish I was doing, almost all the time actually. I wish I was the one … Continue reading When We’re Asked to Stay
"The posture of your heart." This phrase has been consistently on my mind the last few days. It might be an interesting phrase if you're not used to it. I heard it all the time in my spiritual formation classes and in chapel and from my mentors in college. So much so that I never … Continue reading Gardeners & Heart Postures
Around this time one year ago, I had the opportunity to preach in one of my campus chapels. I chose to preach on a passage I had been working through for my preaching and teaching class that last semester of college. Little did I know, this passage and what I found in it would stick … Continue reading Kingdom Compassion
I went on vacation to Mexico last week. I swam in warm water and read on a balcony overlooking the ocean every morning. I had tacos. I ate fresh mango every day. I slept a lot. I saw white Americans treat employees of the resort like they existed only to serve their every immediate need. … Continue reading Sometimes I Might Want to Punch You In the Face