I pictured in my mind what I was praying, and what I wanted to put onto paper. But it didn’t turn out how I imagined,…
In a life of leadership, especially ministry leadership, there are four key phrases that I’ve found to be extremely true, and healthy reminders. Start Low…
I originally wrote this in 2008, two years before our children started to arrive en masse. When I came across it, I wanted to share it here because it all still applies. Perhaps even more so now that Ben made some major life sacrifices to do what he felt was his greatest job opportunity ever, being a dad.
“So does Ben want to be a pastor?”
No. The answer is no. No kidding. It really is no. Continue reading The Pastor’s Husband
It was actually my assignment to the PGs to each write a post about Freedom for the month of July. Mine was supposed to post this past Monday.
I had absolutely no idea what to write while it was an assignment. Generally I work best with deadlines and pressure situations, but man, it just wasn’t happening.
And then came Friday. Ahh, blessed Friday. My Sabbath. Continue reading Freedom is a Messy Table on Friday
Okay, so Joan was, to most audiences, being a touch dramatic here, don’t you think? I mean, come on… You can just imagine this as…
I used to dream about doors.
Seriously. Doors that close. Doors that block out sound. Doors that give the message of “Do not disturb because serious work is going on inside.” Doors that create an oasis of my candle smells and my personal playlists. Continue reading Monday is for Meetings: Co-Working without a Building
There’s a huge push in the church leadership world for coaching and mentorship. The way I often hear it is people asking, “Who is your spiritual father?”
But there’s a problem with that question. Continue reading Quick Tip: You Need More than One Parent
::A Healthy Approach to Heart-Issues for Young Leaders::
In a world of viral media, it is incredibly easy to attach your voice to a cause these days. It used to require a serious investment to think something through, then sit down and hand write a few drafts, then pull out the typewriter, and painstakingly put your thoughts on paper to deliver to the world. And that doesn’t even touch the topic of duplication and the postage required.
Today: Tweet. 140 characters. Done. Worldwide interwebs. But there is a problem with soapboxes, those issues that get us so worked up and passionate inside that we just want the world to (always) hear what we have to say:
Soapboxes are slippery. Continue reading Soapboxes Are Slippery
One of the pastors in my life is Scott Hagan. We spent 8 awesome years in Sacramento as part of the planting team and then on the staff at Real Life Church. Here’s something Scott shared with us in a staff meeting awhile back that I’ve kept handy as a good reminder now and again. Check Scott out Continue reading 10 Intangibles of Great Leaders
One of the the best things a leader can do is multiply himself via the lives and leadership of others. When you raise someone up, the entire idea is to RELEASE things into her hands, and allowing the student to now run her own race as a teacher. But too often we get this wrong and instead of passing a baton, we end up like Saul, who threw javelins at his successor (see 1 Samuel 19:10 for that crazy story).
Even if you’re not trying to kill somebody, it’s possible you’re hurling javelins instead of passing batons. Continue reading Mastering Leadership Hand-Offs: Batons vs Javelins
Most of us who call Jesus our Lord and Savior would quickly agree that part of what we “do” as Christians is bearing one another’s burdens.
[“One another”… Does anyone, besides church people, even talk like that anymore?]
So out of loyalty, obedience, appreciation, love or any other motivation, sometimes we do the right thing and walk alongside a friend. And then for the next part of a journey, we help them carry their heavy load.
But Luke 5, so quickly after the holiday passage we often read at Christmas, hit me today.
The friends who brought their friend to Christ did not bear his BURDEN… They bore HIM. Continue reading Bear with me.
As an eighth grader, I had no clue the work Julie the senior had put in to earn her letters, patches and medals. I just saw the highlight real. I had no clue about day after day after month after year of practices, hours before and after school, preparing herself for the championship moments. I was impatient to just get to the championship moments for myself.
Let’s talk about faded lettermans. Were those giant coats in school colors a tradition in your hometown? In mine, they were basically an institution, right along with friday night football lights. I grew up in town small enough to have only two schools – one K-7 elementary, and one 8-12 high school. So as soon as I was in eighth grade, I felt like it was my job to figure out who I was going to be– for the rest of my life. And when there is only one stoplight in your town and the volunteer rescue squad is run by the same two brothers that also own the only grocery store for 5 miles … you know that everyone will know ALL your business. By winter of eighth grade, I saw my goal: to have a letterman coat as amazing as Julie’s. She was a senior, a multiple-sport athlete, a good student, and had metals covering the entire right front side of her coat. I mean, come on – it made NOISE as she walked. How cool is that?
An Open Letter to Skeptics: Just because you’ve never seen it done or can’t imagine doing it yourself, doesn’t mean it can’t be done. #Pioneer
I was involved in a group once that had some of the most amazing meetings, and some of the most frustrating meetings of my life. I’m also bummed that I was part of the problem. As a group, we formed a team cancer. A cancer in the form of a caucus.