October 14, 2009

“Be imitators of me, as I am of Christ.” 1 Corinthians 11:1

There are several modern day “Pauls”, if you will, that I have fallen under the influence of over the past few years.  One that comes to mind is John Piper.  Today marks his 30th anniversary of the day that he felt the call to be a pastor.  You can read the article here.

The article mentions that as Piper first stood before his church he told them the aims for his life.

  1. I will aim to love Christ with all my heart, and with all my soul, and with all my strength. Because when I die in the midst of my ministry and say farewell to a beloved flock and a cherished family, I want to be able to believe that it is gain. And in my dying I want to be able to bear witness to a church that Christ is great indeed and worthy of all our trust.
  2. While I live and minister, my goal is going to be to make the people glad in God. Woe to the pastor who uses his position to hammer year after year in chiseling out a hard sour people! He has forgotten his calling. “I know that I shall remain and continue with you all for your advancement and your joy of faith.”
  3. Since joy comes from faith, and faith comes from hearing, and hearing through the word of God, it will have to be my main goal–my tremendously fulfilling and joyful goal–to feed that flock the Word of God every week, week in and week out. I will pray that Jesus’ words will become fulfilled in my words. The banner of every sermon I preach will be this: “My words I have spoken to you in order that my joy might be in you and that your joy might be full” (John 15:11).

It is my hope and prayer that whatever form of ministry I’m in that this will be my attitude.


Easter (Random Things)

March 24, 2008

I went to three Easter Services.  The Easter Bunny Freaks me out.  This video for the Good Friday service at Mars Hill Church is intense.

La Villita

March 17, 2008

It’s becoming more and more clear to me that there are more than just people like me living in this world.  When we went to Chicago last week I saw this face to face.  I guess when you live someplace it’s easy to write people off.  I guess that there have always been people who are hurting and starving right in my back yard, but I have just never noticed them before.  I mean in the past year or less I have see that all the people that I have marginalized are just as important, just as meaningful as I am.  And even as I say this, I still struggle with it.  I mean has it really gotten to my heart yet?  While we were in Chicago I saw something that I have never seen before: gangs.  I know, I know.  I’m just a white country boy and I’ve never been to town.  But I thought that it was interesting that this was a way of life.  Part of my group’s ministry while on the trip was to hand out fliers for a local church in a Hispanic neighborhood called Little Village (La Villita).  As we ran across different people from the community they would take the fliers and read them over.  We had several people tell us that they were not allowed to go to the church because it was on the other gang’s turf.  It has taken me a while to wrap my mind around the fact that people hate each other so much that they would be willing to kill someone for walking to church on a piece of land that they don’t even own.  There are so many ways that I can learn from this.  Who am I keeping off of my turf?  It’s so easy for me to want to leave the hurting, and the poor, and the broken people where they are.  I won’t cross the gang line if they don’t.  Then I will come on here or go to my friends and do one of two things: talk about how bad they are, or talk about how much I love them and want their injustice to be solved.  But even when I do the latter, how often do I actually get my hands dirty and go get them and bring them to the table of Christ.  A place where they can be healed, filled and fixed.  What is it going to take for me to believe that these people need Jesus?  Mark 2:3-5 is the perfect example of people getting their hands dirty, associating themselves with people who are different, and carrying someone to Jesus. 

Fun Times…

March 14, 2008

So, I thought I would be able to write some while I was in Chicago, but I wasn’t.  This will have to do for now, but I hope to write more about what happened later.guitar.jpg


March 7, 2008


View Larger Map SO…I’ll be making this drive tomorrow.  And I’ll be posting during the trip about the trip.  Fun times.