XXXI: A Taste

Sometimes road trips are the most dangerous thing a person can conduct for themselves.

This time last week Darco and I were enjoying ribs with our friends in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Overall it truly was an experience I’ll never forget. It wasn’t just because of the food, the fun, and the atmosphere. It’s because I got a taste of a different life. Continue reading

XXXI: #Sike15 Part VI

You know those days where your head is so congested that every time you stand you get a taste of what vertigo is all about?


This random cold, probably obtained through exhaustion, has kept me seated most of the day. I’ve gotten up long enough to get coffee, prepare dinner, and move some dirty clothes around. That’s about it. My day has been ended, so I’ve spent the remainder of it on the couch working on messages and emails from the previous week.

Mission accomplished.

Those were the words pacing through my brain as the paved lanes passed before me heading back into the comforts of my home last night. As stated in earlier messages during the recent mission trip, I had high hopes of rekindling my love with the thing that hurt the most in spiritual warfare, damage, etc…being mission minded and having fun. Continue reading

XXXI: Scarlet

i’d make the rough assumption that many protestant churches, at least once a year, cover the topic of adultery; as illustrated throughout the Bible. Namely, most notable in the Old Testament with the Ten Commandments, and along with the ammunition that is frequently utilized (and used for overkill) when tackling divorce, homosexuality, and everything else that a church member isn’t “guilty” of out the New Testament.

Am I close?

Pardon the rough tongue-in-cheek exasperation of thought, but last Sunday our church also did our yearly uncomfortable deed of covering the same topic. I knew it was coming, and I had hoped that something would come up that Sunday that would prevent me from arriving at church during the sermon. I’m only being honest with thought. Continue reading

Mobile Minutes: Digital Church

I’ve been thinking this morning about my generation.

Those Millennials…

I was thinking how this age group has overwhelmingly given up on church. The reasons/excuses are plentiful for sure, but I would think that it would still be an issue that the Church would notice.

Sadly, in many instances, that’s not the case. Speaking with Darco on this topic yesterday morning got my mind turning on different ideas.

The city I work in is infested with technology driven, craft beer sipping Millenials.

They. Are. Everywhere.
Except in church…

I’m sure someone has created this idea before, but the logistics seem to fascinate me. Understand that my thoughts do not replace the concept of church, but is at least a reach out to a group that the church isn’t reaching.

Utilizing technology, because it’s what my generation does, I’d create a multimedia, digital platform that would allow people who are “too busy for church” to get something in their week. Via Soundcloud and YouTube (primarily), a quick audio…devotion? Instead of making it crusty, “Chicken Soup for the Soul” style, relate it to what’s driving them. Relationships, work, jealousy, pride, etc…

Why not reach out and connect at their place (digital), instead of always just expecting them to go to a physical building?

Perhaps I’m way off my rocker, I with an unapologetic heart, embrace that truth. I’m not saying this to necessarily make the church happy; I’m simply saying that if God tells us to go to thethe people…why are we so inclined to have them come to us?


Mobile Minutes: He’s Alive

There are so many vivid memories of my childhood, Easter holds some of my favorites:

-Fighting with MC on dressing up…every…single…year…
-Fighting with MC on family pictures…every…single…year…
-Crazy early Easter services…church when the sun hasn’t even come up…
-Crying children during the sermon…
-Anita, a kind old soul at the church grew up at, hitting “He’s Alive!” three octaves above the congregation…
-Becoming old enough, and potentially mature enough, to begin to grasp the understanding of the incredible relationship I share with Christ. The humbling reality that I have no control over this borrowed life.

He has risen, indeed.


XXXI: Jumping In

I’ve spent all night trying to remember if I’d used that title before…

Most aspects of my life I at least try to measure out. I calculate the angles, pray, and do my best.

However, as data has been collected over the years, I’ve noticed that there has consistently been one exception to the rule:

Mission Trips Continue reading