Worth Dying For
When was the last time your faith created genuine friction — not because you were obnoxious, but because the claim itself demanded a response?
When was the last time your faith created genuine friction — not because you were obnoxious, but because the claim itself demanded a response?
It’s time we stop pounding the air and fighting over everything. It’s time we sit down and learn to be grown ups again.
Have we turned Jesus into pickles on a hamburger? Why not all Christianity is the same.
Let me start with a question worth sitting with before you read any further. How much pressure do you feel right now to produce something meaningful with your life? To be more spiritually fruitful, more impactful, more of a difference-maker than you currently are? For most of us, that pressure is always running somewhere. Sometimes…
When it feels like everything is over maybe you’re standing in front of the part you can’t see past right now. There’s another chapter on the other side of that door.
The life we live between the homes is the whole point of discipleship.
If we don’t smell like sheep, the sheep will never trust us or follow us. Leaders need to be where their people are.
A dying dream doesn’t mean the end of the story. Sometimes a closed door is the launch of a new chapter.
Two parallel lines that never cross cannot make each other more bold. What would happen if these paths could cross?
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.