Perhaps the idea of "changing the world" has derailed a generation from actually accomplishing it. There’s a reason for this, and I think it has to do with our infatuation with knowing and being known.

I paused for a moment and swallowed the rest of my fried tomato. In my most clear and concise fashion I started with the first question, "who is God."

Ms. Hartman was an awful excuse for gym teacher—the poor soul wore moo moos—but everyone loved her because she let us break some of the school’s less important rules when other teachers weren’t looking. She was quite the rebel.

What makes an outreach worthwhile in the Kingdom is not whether it is a new idea or not. What is important is how outrageous the love is that is shown in the outreach.

The spotlight is something our human nature craves. And regardless of if our name is ever in lights, someone is always watching.

My arms were raised with perspiration dripping down my face. The guitar hanging around my neck was severely out of tune and my ears were ringing from a horrible monitor mix. Yet this was quite possibly the greatest moment of musical worship I had ever experienced.

Sunday was great – at least sorta. The new person you met yesterday might attend next weekend – maybe. But there is still one lingering question in the back of your head.

Leadership conversations these days are laced with a common thread: we are rethinking the "vision" word we use so often in ministry.  Like a burr under a saddle, something is irritating the collective soul of church leadership. What is it?