My Messed Up Hip

I walk with a spiritual limp.

Why? Because I spent a long night wrestling with God. Read More »


Rust and Moth

First of all, I want to apologize for being MIA the past six weeks. Long story short, the past six weeks have been filled with my wife and I receiving and accepting a call to ministry at a church in Southern California. That means we both had to end our jobs in Oakland, pack everything that we own (which was more than we anticipated), say heartfelt goodbyes to friends and loved ones, drive 500 hundred miles to Goleta, CA, unpack everything that we own (which we have yet to finish) and start work in a new church community. Needless to say, we have been absolutely swamped the past few weeks. Moving has a tendency to take over your life, so my wife and I have not had a lot of time to process things, let alone sit and write a blog post. Read More »

In the Midst

Scars tell stories. They tell the stories of deep struggle. They show the wounds of hardships and the agony of the fight. Scars tell stories of skirmishes that leave us bloodied, beaten and broken. We see scars as marks of struggle, but when enough time has passed, we forget the hardships that caused them and celebrate the stories they tell. We glorify the outcome, forgetting the struggle that caused them. Let me share with you one of my scars. This particular scar is still an open wound, but I hope that one day, I’ll be able to look back at it knowing that it was worth the pain. Read More »

“Hey God”

When I was in high school, there was a girl in my youth group who seemed to have an odd way of praying. She and I weren’t necessarily close friends, more like acquaintances. Her and I had different circles of friends, went to different schools and were separated by three grades. Needless to say, the only way that her and I were connected was our youth group. Even though she and I were different in age, as well as groups of friends, I remember her specifically because she would always begin her prayers (when we prayed as a group) with the phrase “Hey God.” This always puzzled me. It was awkward, I hadn’t heard anyone prayer like that. Who was she to think that we could begin praying by a simple “Hey God?”
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