Messy

One of my favorite leaders, Jeff Vanderstelt, said recently, "You know you're on mission when it gets messy."  Who likes messy?  I like things that are clean.  I prefer things with parallel lines where everything is symmetrical.  I like complimentary colors.  My dreams take place in cities with grid-like streets...simple...flat...neat...Texas.  But the mission gets messy.  People who are trying to figure this Jesus thing out are complicated.  They wrestle.  They're honest.  They get frustrated.  They cuss.  They shed tears.  They dance.  They're messy.  And what a beautiful mess it is.  How messy are the people around you?  If you're surrounded by complimentary colors, parallel lines and symmetry, chances are you're not on the mission.  I challenge us all to jump face first into the mess and find ourselves on this glorious, messy mission.  Maybe then we will be brought to our knees together...all on the same playing field.  Then we can realize what a beautiful mess God has made us all to be.  Take a step back from the globs of paint and be awakened to see the mistake of your life becoming something beautiful in the hand of "the great artist."

Lily Christine

Lily Christine Blue at 6 months

We are only days away from welcoming our little girl into our family!  We are more than excited to have her with us.  Big brother is counting down the days, Daddy is counting down the hours and mommy is counting down the minutes.  We can't wait!

She has a very special name that follows a very special tradition in our family.  All the first born girls on Heather's side of the family are named after a flower.  They also all share the same middle name.  Heather's grandmother was Violet Christine, her mom was Rose Christine, Heather is Heather Christine and the newest name is Lily Christine.  We are very proud to carry on the tradition!  See you soon Lily!

The Power of Home

Downtown Poulsbo

There is something powerful when someone has a true sense of home.  When your roots go deep and a sense of pride wells up when you think about the community you live in.  When you cheer on the local team when they win and you're crushed when they fail.  When you feel like you had something to do with the girl next door graduating with honors.  When tragedy strikes and you feel the sting without even knowing those involved.  When you stop caring about what goes on in the "big city" and you care more about what goes on in "your city."  That's something powerful.

Last night I had the privilege of sitting in a room full of people who have an incredibly strong sense of home.  It was one of the more meaningful moments I have been a part of.  Not just because these friends love their zip code, or quaint streets or the houses that make up their little town, but because Jesus has grown their hearts for their "home."  I heard story after story about how families want to see the mission grow in our town so that our children grow up moving the mission forward.  It. was. powerful.  I am forever changed by their stories and so grateful to be on the mission with them.  It is going to be fun seeing Jesus invade our little home to do some pretty extraordinary things.  OTM.

Don't Pull Punches

I was challenged by a statement today that hit close to home.  "Never feel bad for asking people to make the same sacrifices that you were asked to make."  This is a struggle for me.  I always seem to feel bad for asking people to make sacrifices.  But when I do that I pull a punch with those people and they miss out.  What I forget is that the sacrifice I was asked to make completely changed my life and by not asking others to do the same causes them to potentially miss out on those earth shattering moments.  My life came alive when I did something absolutely crazy and decided to join Jesus on his mission.  But when I'm faced to ask someone else to do the same thing I often pull a punch and just ask people to give what's convenient, comfortable or responsible.  How many people have missed out because I didn't ask them to do something that could turn their world upside down but also might change them forever.  As leaders we first need to remember that someone looked us in the eye and asked us to do some pretty big things and we thank them for doing so.  We then need to turn and look at those around us and call them to this mission and ask them to make the sacrifices that will change them for eternity.

Let Your Roots Grow

I grew up in a small town.  I mean small.  No stop lights and the main stop sign was a RIGHT TURN PERMITTED WITHOUT STOPPING.  Small town.  After moving to Seattle and going to the University of Washington I always thought a small town was something good to be from.  I thought I was a city kid for life.  Something has happened this past year.  I have become a small town kid again...and I love it!  Although, I don't know whether it's a small town thing or a city thing at all.  I think it's a mission thing.  But it wasn't instant or over night...it has grown over time.  This Christmas I began to realize something that has helped this love grow.  Heather researched all of the events going on this Christmas and we did one simple thing...we showed up.  Jesus has grown our hearts and it's changed my life in the process.  There are a few things that have helped me live a more missional life this year...

1) Volunteer in your city
2) Show up to the events in your city
3) Allow Jesus to grow your heart for your city

Let your roots grow and see what happens to your heart and to the mission this year.