More Than You Think It Does


You wish that there was a magic word. If only there was something you could say to make everything better. But there isn’t. So what do you say to the person you love while he is suffering?


What do you say to your friend you have known since the first grade when she finds out that she has cancer?

What do you say to the guy you work with who just lost his son?

What do you say to your best friend while he fights to save his seemingly doomed marriage?


Don’t get me wrong. The time will come to say something. And it better not involve trite phrases about, “Feeling your pain,” or God needing another kid to play on heaven’s playground. No, when the time to speak does come, you’ll need to speak truth from the Bible. You’ll need to share honest examples from your own life when God made his faithfulness and power known in your immense suffering.

But until God opens the door for those moments, just be silent.

For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: 

a time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
a time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
a time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to seek, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
a time to tear, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
a time to love, and a time to hate;
a time for war, and a time for peace.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 (ESV)

Don’t confuse silence with distance. You can lock yourself in your house, throw away your phone and be very silent. But that’s not what your suffering friend needs. They need you to be there. So in your silence, be present.

There’s a soul mechanic in all of us. We want to fix what’s wrong with the ones we love. And sometimes, we just want to fix it so that we can get the credit for doing what no one else thought of or had the ability to do.  We must remember that it’s not our ego that will offer any encouragement during our loved one’s trials. It is our presence.

If someone you love is hurting, don’t feel bad because you don’t know what to say.

Feel bad because they feel bad.

Rejoice with those who rejoice, weep with those who weep. Romans 12:15 (ESV)

And feel bad with them.

Your friend will let you know when she is ready to hear from you. And if you ask him, God will give let you know too (James 1:5-8).

Until that time, just keep showing up.

Your presence says more than you think it does.

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In Defense Of Hate Speech


Here’s an example of a joke from the future. Say maybe, the year 2016.

A member of the LGBT community, a dreamer and an ISIS freedom fighter walk into a bar. Nothing funny happened after that but aren’t they all brave? And besides, laughter can often be seen as hurtful so quit it with your joke telling already!

We have a lot to look forward to, don’t we?

Our Second Amendment right to bear arms isn’t the only part of the Constitution that is currently under attack. Our First Amendment right to free speech is as well. The government, or the Political Class, isn’t currently doing a lot of talking in public about restricting our right to say what we want. That’s because they don’t have to. Someone else is doing it for them.

The Offended Class.

This is that group of people that finds virtually anything you say to be either racist, homophobic, or privileged. They are sort of like a group of 14-year-old boys who can make any song, sentence or word sound perverted. But in this case, instead of their immaturity leading to a few crude smirks, the Offended Class is slowly restricting what we can say.

Take Melissa Harris-Perry for example. Late last week she informed us that it is racist to say that someone is a hard worker. That’s right, now complimenting someone for putting in a lifetime of hard working days is racist because it demeans slaves who worked in cotton fields and single mothers on welfare.

Perhaps nothing has done more to slow the fight against actual racism in this country than the hard work (See what I did there?) of those on the left to call every thing racist.

But it doesn’t stop there.

The word bossy is offensive to some women in leadership positions. So now we have a website,, to remind us of yet another word that we can’t say anymore.

Nowhere are the speech police more on the prowl than on the playing fields and in the locker rooms of professional sports. After taking a look at these examples, you’ll know why every athlete says the same thing in interviews.

“What were you thinking on that last play?”

“Well, you know, we’re just taking it one game at a time.”

“What will you do to get ready for next week’s game?”

“Well, you know, we’re just taking it one game at a time.”

“What are your thoughts on gay marriage?”

“Well, you know, we’re just taking it one game at a time.”

You’d be the same way if you knew that your failure to stay up to date on the latest list of banned words could cost you thousands of dollars.

Major League Soccer and U.S. Men’s National Team star, Alan Gordon was suspended for three games for calling an opposing player a, “Faggot.”

San Francisco 49er Chris Culliver was forced to apologize for saying that he didn’t want any homosexual activity in the locker room. He had the nerve to use the phrase, “sweet stuff.”

And the list goes on to include words like mom, dad, his, and her. Really, any word that does not display the culturally recommended dose of LGBT worship is thrown into the pile of books to be burned at a later date.

Again, none of these punishments came down from the Political Class. Just the Offended Class. But it’s all the same. The fuel of tyrants and dictators is the will of the people.

I’ve been called names my entire life.

When I was in grade school, my teacher called me Jack in the Box because I couldn’t sit still. Kids in my neighborhood bullied me relentlessly. In middle and high school, it got real. A girl used to mockingly call me Jesus because she knew that I was a Christian. There were others who repeatedly went after me for my complexion or my below average athletic abilities. In adulthood, someone told me that I was what’s wrong with America because of my refusal to vote for Mitt Romney.

If it were happening all over again today, I could probably call it hate speech and file a claim with the Federal Association of Grammatical Security.

But I’d never do it.

That’s because I’m thankful for it all. I have no bitterness about anything that I have been called. I welcome it because it has helped to shape me and because it reminds me that we live in a country with a Constitutional right to free speech.

People say mean things. We can all agree on that.

But here’s where Progressives differ from Christians. Progressives think that the tongue, the pen or the keyboard is the source of those mean things. So if they can just get the government to regulate those instruments, it’ll be a Coke and a smile for all eternity. As is usually the case with Progressive ideology, this is nearsighted.

Scripture tells us that the source of hurtful words is not your mouth or even your privileged upbringing. It is your heart.

And he called the people to him again and said to them, “Hear me, all of you, and understand: There is nothing outside a person that by going into him can defile him, but the things that come out of a person are what defile him.” And when he had entered the house and left the people, his disciples asked him about the parable. And he said to them, “Then are you also without understanding? Do you not see that whatever goes into a person from outside cannot defile him, since it enters not his heart but his stomach, and is expelled?” (Thus he declared all foods clean.) And he said, “What comes out of a person is what defiles him. For from within, out of the heart of man, come evil thoughts, sexual immorality, theft, murder, adultery, coveting, wickedness, deceit, sensuality, envy, slander, pride, foolishness. All these evil things come from within, and they defile a person.” Mark 7:14-23 (ESV)

We don’t have a speech problem in this country.

We have a heart problem. Yes, it shows up in the way that we talk to each other. But it also shows up in our uncanny ability to find an offense in every word spoken in our direction that falls short of all out praise.

We would all be much better off if we simply examined our own hearts and figured out a way to deal with what offends us rather than regulating and banning so-called hate speech.

Look, I don’t usually get offended. But there are things that I don’t like. The View is one of them but I’m not looking to have those ladies banned. It would be alright with me if they stay on TV forever talking about how great the WNBA is and how evil Christians are and how dumb they think nurses are. Instead of starting a grassroots campaign to have them removed from television, I’ve started a very successful campaign to have them removed from the television in my home. We never watch them. End of story.

So enough with all of the sacred cows. You can start a campaign that may get a few words removed from our lexicon but you’ll still have your heart to deal with. And government, no matter how big you like it, just can’t fix that.

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Bloody Hands

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Several years ago I was in a wreck. A guy was parked on the side of the road in, get this, a tow truck. I waited behind him before it became obvious that he wasn’t going to move within the next few minutes. I slowly drove around. That’s about the time that he decided to move. I was going 0 MPH. He was maybe doing 5 MPH. So it wasn’t a very violent wreck. The violence that did take place was all directed at my automobile.

When the police officer showed up I thought things would work out pretty quickly in my favor. I was wrong. The two truck driver told a different story. And the officer seemed to believe him. He even wrote me a ticket. Apparently getting hit by a tow truck driver who also happened to be driving without a license was illegal in that town.

I was angry.

But there was hope.

The accident happened right in front of the drive-thru window of that town’s small community bank. The lady on the other side of that window saw the whole thing.

Finally! Justice was working in my favor. All I had to do was get the lady at the bank to talk to the officer. Things were looking up for me.

I was happy.

But not for long.

That lady who was working at the bank and who saw everything that happened didn’t want to talk. It was none of her business and she wanted to keep it that way.

I went back to being angry.

I just finished watching another undercover video where the evil practices of Planned Parenthood, the nation’s number one abortion provider were exposed. On Monday night, I saw another one. The first video showed abortionists at a conference laughing about a murdered baby’s eyeballs falling. In the second video, the abortionists talked about how “cute” and “amazing” the heart was of one of her victims. She went on to speak of how much she, “respects development.”

Over ten similar videos have been released since this summer. The Democratic Party has reacted by standing strong on their party platform of child murder. The Republican Party responded to the videos by creating show votes that they knew would never get anywhere just so that they could say that they tried, all the while not upsetting their financial backers too much. If Republican representatives in this country were actually as pro-life as they would like for us to believe, these videos would never had to have been made in the first place. Say what you want about the Democrats but at least they’re consistent. They pretty much tell you that they’re pro-death in their party platform and when it comes down to it, they stick to their guns.

And the American people are really no better. Most of them respond to the horrors documented in these videos by wondering who’s up next on The Bachelor.

We are all the lady sitting at the drive-thru window at the bank that day. We can’t play dumb any longer. Through the wonders of undercover video and the Internet, the tragic events have played out right before us. To do and say nothing is an injustice.

The abortionists in these videos who laugh about killing babies while eating salad and adding up dollar signs in their heads aren’t the only bad guys here. The politicians who use the force of government to fund these operations are just as guilty. So too are the so-called conservative politicians at both the state and federal level who say what their constituents want to hear but who don’t have enough courage to do what God wants them to do.

Eventually, that lady at the bank came out to the scene of the accident. She reluctantly told the officer what she saw and went back to her seat at the drive-thru. I was glad that she said something before it was too late. The officer tore up my ticket. Justice won that day.

But it is losing now. And it’s losing bad.

All because half of our representatives in D.C., including our president, are okay with killing babies. But that doesn’t bother me as much as it used to. I’ve come to expect it from the left in this country.

What really bothers me is the people on the right. You know, the ones who claim to be all for God and country. The ones who are supposedly strong against abortion. The ones who can’t be bothered to do anything about it when the opportunity presents itself.

So if there is one thing that most certainly is a bipartisan effort from our state and federal representatives, one thing they they can finally find common ground on, it is this.

The blood of the unborn is on their hands.

And it’s everyone’s business.

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Two Types Of Idolatry


There are two types of idolatry that you need to be on the lookout for in your life.

The first one is familiar. It happens when you replace the real God with a fake one. An idol can be anything. It can even be a good thing. Idols don’t have to be little wooden statues or little baggies of illicit drugs. An idol can just as easily be your idea of a happy marriage or even your church.

If you pay careful enough attention, you can easily spot idolatry when it comes into your life. If you have wrapped your identity up in your job, there’s a good chance that it has become an idol. If your whole world would come crashing down if you walked outside and found that someone had just keyed your new car, you’re probably in love with it more than you are Jesus. If you routinely neglect meeting with your local church because you can, “worship God just as easily on the lake as you can in a building,” you’re most likely worshiping the lake instead of the One who created it.

But there is another kind of idolatry. While there is no such thing as diet idolatry, as if God tolerates some form of idolatry more than others, this one is a bit bolder. If you have this type of idolatry, you can get along just fine without a nice car, plenty of money in your retirement account and a Sunday morning on the lake.

You don’t need some object to be the false god if you have fallen prey to this form of idolatry.

No, in this version of idolatry, you are the false god.

Sure, you don’t craft wooden statues of yourself and demand your friends and family to burn incense to it twice a week. That would be too obvious.

Instead, you constantly crave the approval of others. You feel empty when you go an entire day without a compliment. If you really start feeling the hunger for the verbal approval of others, you manipulate conversations to that end. You tell friends how ugly you think you look just so you can hear them tell you how beautiful they think you are. You use words to assassinate others in order to make yourself look better by comparison.

Both forms of idolatry tell you the same lie in different ways.

The first idolatry says that Jesus has shortchanged you. It says that you need and even deserve more than what he has given you. The very first sin was rooted in this.

Now the serpent was more crafty than any other beast of the field that the LORD God had made. He said to the woman, “Did God actually say, ‘You shall not eat of any tree in the garden’?” Genesis 3:1 (ESV)

Did you catch Satan’s tactic there? Not only does he question God’s word, he questions God’s goodness. “God is holding out on you,” he tells Eve. “Your life will really be complete with this fruit.” Replace fruit with car, drug, marriage or whatever else and you have today’s modern idolatry. Some things never change.

Satan’s sales pitch didn’t stop there.

But the serpent said to the woman, “You will not surely die. For God knows that when you eat of it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil.” Genesis 3:4-5 (ESV)

Satan cast doubt on God’s words to trick Eve into worshiping another god. And he cast doubt on God’s goodness into tricking Eve into believing that she could be that other god.

In the end, both gods let you down. You can never have enough money, sex, drugs or long walks on the beach with your perfect Christian family to finally satisfy you. Nor can you ever have enough compliments, admiration or obedience from others to complete you.

Your stuff makes a terrible god.

And so do you.

True satisfaction is never found in what you possess. It is found in an ever growing hunger for more of Christ. If you lose everything, and all you have is Christ, all you have is more than enough.

“Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be satisfied.” Matthew 5:6 (ESV)

Perfect contentment will never come your way in the form of other people’s approval. You will never be beautiful, smart, funny or strong enough to fix the emptiness that will inevitably consume you when you play god. The temporary affirmation of man is no match for the eternal acceptance of the One True God.

But let your adorning be the hidden person of the heart with the imperishable beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which in God’s sight is very precious. 1 Peter 3:4 (ESV)

Our hearts are drawn to idolatry. We look to things to do what only God can. We seek the praise that only God deserves. Whether your idol of choice is in the driveway, on the shelf or in the mirror, grace is all you really need.

And there’s only one God who can give it to you.

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Parenting Lessons From Snoop Dogg


I’ve got to hand it to Snoop Dogg. He did way better than a lot of other parents.

Snoop’s son, Cordell Broadus was an elite high school football player. So elite that UCLA offered him a scholarship to play for them. Broadus took the offer but he’ll never play for the Bruins. It’s not an injury or a lack of ability that’s keeping Cordell off of the field.

It’s his heart.

When I first heard about Broadus leaving the team, I wondered what the young man could be thinking. He gets to go to a good school for free. All he has to do is play football. It seemed like such a waste to me.

And then came the rest of the story. Broadus recently took to Instagram to explain his decision. Every parent should read his words.

“I played football for my father because I thought that was the only way he would love me & be apart of my life. It took me 12 years to realize he loves Cordell Broadus the person not Cordell Broadus the football player.

The best day of my life was when I heard those exact words; I love you dad hope you have a great birthday.”

Cordell was playing football for his father’s love.

What about your kid? Is her hobby a passion or is it her bid to win your love and acceptance? Is your son playing ball because he loves it or is he playing ball because he wants you to love him?

Twelve years is a long time to do something in order to earn the love of a parent. The Internet has lashed out at Snoop for being the typical overbearing sports parent. I don’t know enough about Snoop the father to make a judgement on that. All I can say is that at least, even after twelve years, he expressed unconditional love to his son. Many kids wait a lot longer than twelve years for words like that to come from their parents. Sometimes, those words never come.

Parents, maybe you have a busy weekend of shuttling kids back and forth to games, practices and recitals. That’s good. But at some point today or tomorrow, sit your kids down and tell them that you love them, even if they quit the piano cold turkey or never pick up a ball again. The next twelve years of your kids lives should not be spent trying to appease the performance gods otherwise known as mom and dad.

Whatever your kids are into, you should be into it too. And you should help your kids strive for excellence and whatever their sport, hobby or talent is. When they want to quit halfway through the season, don’t let them. Talk to them about the importance of giving their all. Let them know how much you like watching them and how proud you are of them. Cheer when they do well. Encourage them when they don’t.

All of that is important. But it’s not all they need to hear.

Your son needs to hear that you love him, not just the football version of him.

Your daughter needs to hear that you love her, not just the piano playing version of her.

Ask your kids if they enjoy what they do. It is possible, you know, that you enjoy their hobby more than they do. This should not be the case. Your love for them should be strong enough that if their passion doesn’t match yours, you love them anyway.

If your kid decides to walk away from his sport or hobby, it might crush you and the dreams you had for him.

But if your kid keeps doing a sport or hobby so that you’ll really love him, it will crush him.

So parents, let your kids know that it is okay for them to hang up their football cleats in middle school so that they can pursue their passion for the marching band. Even if the marching band isn’t your passion.

Because if you really love your kid, it will be.

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Encouraging News About The End Of The World


Somewhere along the way we missed the point. We got so caught up in the details that may or may not be true that we forgot about the most important part. Our ideas about that day have been shaped more by movies and novels than they have by the Bible. As a result, we have become like a bunch of Christmas carolers who are all caught up in the festivities of the season but have no idea what they’re singing about.

I started hearing about the return of Christ when I was a teenager. At least that’s when I started paying attention to what I was hearing. That’s because there were movies involved. The movies I saw about the return of Christ appeared to be filmed in the 1970s using video equipment from the early days of the Soviet Union. There were a lot of bell bottoms, feathered hairstyles and people screaming. A lot of people screaming. And that wasn’t just in the movie. After the showing was over, there were usually two or three of us who would run out of the building screaming.

That was the major impression that was left on me when it came to talks about the return of Christ.


To be fair, there are plenty of people who should be afraid of the return of Christ. For nonbelievers, it will be a day of wrath. But for followers of Christ, it will be a day of hope realized.

That’s the part that we forget.


Churches have split up over arguments about the end times. Legitimate Christians have lived in fear of the AntiChrist coming for them and all of their sins being displayed on a giant movie screen for the world to see.

There are good people who really love Jesus but who have differing views on how the end times will play out. It is not the purpose of this post to explain all of that. Instead, I would like to remind you of what Paul told the believers in Thessalonica after sharing only a few details about the return of Christ.

Therefore encourage one another with these words. 1 Thessalonians 4:18 (ESV)

Not scare one another.

Not debate one another. l

Just encourage one another.

Again, debate and fear do have their place in end times discussions but they are not the substance. Jesus is. And he is our hope. He is the reason for our encouragement.

If our end times discussions do not end in Christ, the conquering King who has come to make all things eternally right, we are missing the point. We are missing our real reason to be encouraged.

At the return of Christ, there will be no more school shootings, wars, car accidents, tumors or abortions. Death will be no more (Revelation 21:4). Be encouraged.

When Christ returns, there will no longer be a need for jails or those lawyers who advertise no fault divorces for $300 (Revelation 21:5-8). Be encouraged.

When Jesus comes back for his people, we will finally know what it’s like to live under the authority of a perfect and compassionate Ruler whose government knows no corruption (Revelation 21:22-27). Be encouraged.

When Christ returns, we will no longer have to fight against Satan’s schemes (Revelation 19:11-21). Be encouraged.

And best of all, when Jesus comes back, we will live with him.


So be encouraged.

Then we who are alive, who are left, will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air, and so we will always be with the Lord. 1 Thessalonians 4:17 (ESV)

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The Most Confusing Religion On The Planet


There is one religion that confuses me more than any of the others. It’s not Islam, Mormonism or even Scientology. All of those are wrong and, to varying degrees, weird but they are no match for liberal Christianity.

Liberal Christianity is the belief in, well, nothing really. There are liberal Christians who deny the virgin birth, doubt the resurrection of Christ and only believe about 30% of what the Bible says. And, for whatever reason, they still call themselves Christians. For centuries, everyone else has been calling them something else. Non-Christians. Maybe even pagans.

This is why it’s so confusing. If you only believe part of what Jesus says, how do you decide which part? The Internet? If Jesus wasn’t born of a virgin and if his bones are still somewhere in the Middle East, why should we care today about what some crazy man who claimed to be God had to say? And finally, if Jesus is still in the grave and we can only trust a third of what we read about him in the Bible, why bother with church? If this life is all that there is to this life, shouldn’t we be spending our Sunday’s recovering from a weekend of partying instead of sitting in a pew? Come to think of it, that might be the norm for some.

When we only believe some of what Jesus said, he is reduced to the ace card up our sleeve that we only pull out when we need to prove a point. And who needs a Lord when you have one of those?

Many people my age who grew up in conservative churches were essentially taught that the twelve disciples were all Republicans who wore American flag lapel pins on their robes. Eventually, we grew up and realized that none of that was true. But some, in leaving the false teachings of the Republican churches of their childhood, simply embraced a more liberalized version of the same error. So now, their Jesus spent his days drinking free trade coffee and fighting for a $15 an hour minimum wage.

The churches they grew up in fought hard against abortion. But today, many liberal Christians pray blessings over Planned Parenthood facilities. Others remain silent on the issue, choosing to love instead. Everyone appreciates love but there are a few million babies who would really appreciate love with some action. Sadly, this doesn’t fit into liberal Christian theology. They only embrace social justice issues previously approved by the American left. That’s good luck for Columbian coffee farmers. Not so much for the unborn.

The burdens of the GOP Jesus and the socially liberal Jesus, while different in appearance, still weigh us down all the same. Such is the danger of reading our culture, our politics and our desire to be liked into the Biblical text. Folks on both sides as well as those in the squishy middle would be much better off allowing the Bible to shape them instead of the other way around.

It has been said that the Holy Roman Empire was not holy, Roman or an empire. I think that the same could apply to liberal Christianity. A liberal, at least in the classical sense of the term, is one who values individual freedom and a limited role for government. A Christian is one who believes that salvation is by grace through faith in Jesus Christ, the perfect God Man as presented to us in the Bible.

It is clear that the words liberal and Christian probably aren’t the best descriptors for those who claim to love Jesus and yet deny most of what the Bible says about him.

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To The Mother Of The Baby Who Won’t Stop Screaming In Church


Dear mother of the baby who won’t stop screaming in church,

I know that it must be hard for you. I’m sure that you feel like everyone in the building is looking at you. Some of them probably are. You want to be a part of the worship service but your baby doesn’t. Where do you draw the line? At what point do you get up to leave?

You don’t.

Well, at least not as quickly as you may think. I realize that there are times when you just have to take your kid out. But at least while I’m preaching, I’d rather your baby and her funny noises stay.

I’ve been preaching long enough to hear my share of annoying and distracting noises during worship services. I’ve heard the sound of older kids whispering. That’s distracting. I wish they would leave.

I’ve heard the sound of cell phones. I’ve heard one go off while Taps was being played at a funeral. I’ve even had a guy answer his phone when it rang during one of my sermons.


“I’m in church. Call back later!”

That was distracting. I wouldn’t have minded if he had left.

I guess this means that I’m not the greatest preacher in the world but I’ve even heard the sound of sleeping while I preach. You know, loud snores, heads hitting pews and that sort of thing. It would have been okay with me if those folks would have walked out and found the nearest bed.

All of these noises are distracting and annoying. But there is one sound that is even more distracting and annoying and it has nothing to do with your baby.

It’s the sound of silence.

Don’t get me wrong. Silence has its place, especially in a worship service. But I’ve been in plenty of churches where the sound of a crying baby hasn’t been heard in decades, even in what used to be the nursery. When I hear your child cry or make some weird noise, it reminds me that the church has a future.

I can’t think of a better place for your kid to be, as fussy as he is, than in the presence of other believers who are singing songs to Jesus and listening to the preaching of his word.

I am confident that God will give you wisdom on when exactly you need to take your baby and his crazy noises out into the parking lot. In the meantime, don’t worry about distracting me while I preach and certainly don’t worry about the lady who keeps turning around and making devil faces at you.

That cute little bundle of energy, tears and screams will one day be too big to sit on your lap. Maybe later on in life he’ll even be a leader in the very church where he made noises as an infant. If so, I hope that he’ll remember some of what I said years before when he was fussing on a Sunday morning.

If I never hear another cell phone go off again while I’m peaching, that would be okay.

But if I never hear another crying baby while I preach, I don’t know if I could carry on.

So keep your baby in the building. He needs to be a part of what’s happening. And our church needs to be reminded of it’s future.


Your Pastor

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Ping Pong Ninja

Over the weekend, I got to play some ping-pong with an old friend. I didn’t have a paddle so I had to use what they had laying around. I was able to do a few other tricks too. Many thanks to the folks at Nokia for coming out to film us. I’m so humbled by this.