Warning: Mom, this will make you cry. Might wanna read it at home.
This weekend I went out to my grandparents’ farm in Terrell to fix their computer. Don’t worry, I was still able to sleep in, kind of. I don’t get out there as much as an adult, because most of the family events are at my mom’s or aunt’s house. When we do get out that way for Thanksgiving or Christmas, it’s chaos. That’s not a bad thing, necessarily, it just seems like there’s thirty of us (really, 18) out there all at once and it’s. just. so. busy. A whirl of conversation and catching up, and then we’re gone. We don’t stop and slow down. Maybe it’s because we aren’t forced to, maybe it’s because we don’t want to. But I had to this weekend, and I’m glad.
I’m not going to lie, this is a little strange because you don’t know me. My name is Travis Whitehead, and my passion is to reach those who don’t know Christ – the unengaged, uninterested, jaded, and angry – and share with them the gospel. I want to plant a church that plants churches that plants churches, that builds up and disciples believers and then sends them out to do the same. I want these churches to be in the United States and to work building up the Church overseas through long-term evangelism and training native believers to disciple their neighbors and cities.
