#enditmovement

I don’t want to shelter them or give them a false sense of fear. They will stand up as tall as we raise the bar. I want our kids to know that the world is not perfect and that there are things that we can do about. And the reason we do things about it…

A Baby Born To Die

Even as a person who needs my introverted “alone time,” I really do enjoy the family thing during Christmas.  It’s seriously the way we should be living the rest of the year:  in community, the lives of others rubbing up against our own, experiencing sarcasm, true service, exaggerated stories, harsh reality, fits of laughing, comparing…

The Ambiguity of Missional Community Formation

“We have no clue what we’re doing.” Stupid statement to repeat (over and over again) when you’re trying to get people to understand what a missional community is.  Really dumb when you want people to understand that you’re starting an actual church, not a cult. The statement didn’t sit well with those who cared for…

The Day We Moved

Unreal didn’t describe it. We’d lived in the house since our marriage day. Newborns brought home from the hospital to the house. Lots of pacing the hall at night. Countless deep discussions and passionate disagreements! Exquisite meals. Rugged and sweet friendships. Scorching weeks and tears. Unquenchably enthusiastic celebrations. All in the house. The house was…