One can steal ideas, but no one can steal execution or passion.
Admittedly, I’m probably late to the party. I don’t know that I had heard of 92nd Street Y. But it only took one video to change that. Here is an excerpt from their website: 92nd Street Y is a world-class cultural and community center where people all over the world connect through culture, arts, entertainment and conversation. For over 140 years, we have harnessed the power of arts and ideas to enrich, enlighten and change lives, and the power of community to repair the world. As a proudly Jewish organization, 92Y…read more
Let’s be real. Most churchy definitions disqualify me as a young adult. So, at 38 I’m too old to remember what it’s like to be young. That’s right. I’m too old for the typical young adult ministry. Typical. At least I’m no longer invited to young-adult only breakfasts and planning sessions. The issue now, though, is that the old people (you’re welcome) still think I’m sooo young. I’m like an entire Sophomore class. Freshmen are unique because they’re new and wide-eyed–fresh meat. Seniors are ready to be done with rules and work Juniors are so…read more
Our faith affirms that God is constantly spurring us to the holy life. Even at our best we struggle to see others and the world around us through the lens of true faith. It is Christ in us that helps us see past our sin and holy failures. When we recognize that God has been cleaning and scaling our vision, we understand the difference we have experienced. With a changed heart and a new vision, our lives become a witness to the work of Christ and the Holy Spirit…read more
“I wonder if they know who they are?” That was my thought as I was preaching this weekend. At one point I shared my observation about going to a new church. Each time I have been reappointed a moment comes when someone wants to have a talk with me. Their intentions are good, I hope. They want to prepare me; they don’t want me to be unaware. They are pastors and church members. They make sure I know who in the church are the troublemakers and the moneymakers. You probably just…read more
JUNE 30, 2014 I’m so forgetful. Yet I remember every minute. My family says I am not the same. That’s what happens when one day changes all. Pain is not the same, but it’s not better. There are less tears now. But less can be more. Today is the same as any other. Tell that to my heart. Life goes on because it has no real choice. We go on because our real choice is life. We never forget. I never forget.