When the Dream Dies
A dying dream doesn’t mean the end of the story. Sometimes a closed door is the launch of a new chapter.
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He Gave the Morsel to the Man Going Out to Betray Him
What the last supper says about the quality of love we’re actually called to There’s a detail in John 13 that most people read right past. Jesus is at the Passover table with his twelve closest friends. He knows what’s about to happen. He knows one of them is going to hand him over to…
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The Canoe Got Us Here. It Won’t Get Us There.
What do you do when what got you here, can’t get you there? Just finished “Canoeing the Mountains” by Tod Bolsinger, and I can’t stop thinking about the image at the center of it. A canoe, strapped to exhausted men’s backs, being carried over a mountain range because the river ran out.
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Who Told You About Jesus?
There’s a chain that can’t be broken. It started before you and it will go beyond you. What part will you play in keeping this chain going?
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Too Many Referees and Not Enough Players
We have become experts at identifying what’s wrong with everyone else’s ministry while neglecting the mission God actually gave us.
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What Do You Do When You’re Thunderstruck?
What is your response to seeing something you never thought possible? What do you do when words aren’t enough?
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When God Shows Up Late
What to do with the gap between when you needed Jesus and when he actually arrived. Can I just be honest with you for a second? There have been moments in my life where I’ve looked at God and thought, “if you really loved me, you would have showed up by now.” Maybe you know…
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Butter, Play-Doh & Jesus
Imagine sitting outside with butter in one hand and an open container of Play-Doh in the other. We are like one of them. Which describes you?
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When A Friend Dies
I got a call this morning and I’m still not quite sure how to process it. A longtime member of our congregation died today. And I know that’s part of this. I know that’s the job, I know I’ve done this more times than I can count, but today just hit different, and I’ve been…
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Five Pairs of Shoes
This Father’s Day, there were five pairs of shoes by the door. Nothing remarkable about them, really. Just shoes. Worn. Scuffed. Kicked off without much thought. But when I walked past them, I stopped. Because for the first time in a while, all five pairs were home. As parents, we spend years tripping over shoes….
