Tag Archives: God

Down the Mountain

This weekend my wife and I were incredibly blessed by being able to attend this year’s Linger Conference. Shane and Shane, Bethany Dillon, and several other talented lead worshipers stirred our affections for Christ through music and spoken word. Matt Chandler, JR Vassar, and several other pastors and phenomenal communicators preached the gospel from the Psalms lighting a fire that had all but diminished in my life over the past couple years of whirlwind changes, albeit very good changes.
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Pursuing Joy

The past couple of years have been amazing for me. I got engaged, married Angela, and we had our son, Calvin, who my mom affectionately calls our “joy boy” and that couldn’t be a more apt description of Calvin, even though I still call him my Little Ninja. He’s the best baby in the world 98% of the time, and you don’t want to get me started on the other 2%. He lights up every room he’s in, and the little man doesn’t know a stranger.
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Messy Grace

Let’s face it, we’re all a little lazy at times. We want things to be cut and dry. We want To-Do Lists (unless we’re at work). We don’t want to have to wade through the muck and the mire of the gray areas. We want black and white. In the end, we want the law.
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Gospel Repentance

It’s easy to forget what the whole of Christian life is really about. We are so prone to make much of ourselves, and to pursue our own comfort and happiness. This fits in so well with the American Dream and western consumerism that we barely notice it when we see it. Yet, in his ninety-five theses, Martin Luther began by saying that “Our Lord and Master Jesus Christ…willed the entire life of believers to be one of repentance.”
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Study, Abide, Linger

It feels like forever since I’ve written consistently. Forever since I’ve had the time to sit down and be alone with God, filling my mind with thoughts about him and pouring my affections out onto paper. Sometimes I question whether blogging was just a phase I went through, and if it’s time to put the digital pen down and walk away. I often wonder if it was a seasonal thing. It’s always about the time that I resolve to accept this that the itch comes back, that twitching of the fingers. That soul-stirring compulsion. That realization that writing isn’t something seasonal and is more than a phase. That writing isn’t about writing at all, but is rather an overflow of what God has been doing in my heart and mind.
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