No more excuses

Part of the impetus for spiritual bootcamp was “no more excuses.”

The thing about great gifts like the Bible is that it’s easy to take them for granted.  You get so used to them you feel no urgent need to exploit them.  They become paper weights on your night stand.  You assume they will be there waiting for you when you finally hit a season that magically offers both the time and the inclination to dive deeper than you ever have.

Spiritual Bootcamp

In late July I spent time with a friend of mine, (who we will call Joe Smith). ‘Joe’ can only characterized as strangely steady and joyful in all circumstances.  He’s not Jesus.  He’s not perfect, but he definitely has a unique undivided focus and obsession for the kingdom of God.  He has an appetite for God that leaves me feeling inspired and convicted.

I walked away from our time together with a renewed passion to spend more of my life submerged in God’s word.  But, as with most things, a lack discipline meant that when the first wave of distraction broke over me, that desire got washed away.

What kind of God are you

What kind of God are you?

That question has been tossed heavenward more times then I can count.  It’s deeply knitted into the heartbeat of my faith; always pulsing, constant and steady, in the weeping and the wonder.

I breathed it out in worship on December 6th last year.  Knowing that you are worthy, and knowing that your worth is beyond comprehension, so in awe of all you had done and all you were doing I sang that question heavenward: what kind of God are you?

Twists & turns

There are curves up ahead; bends in this twisting turning road that is my life.

For the longest time, whenever I’ve looked ahead, all I have been able to see is the same straight path laid out before me.  The shifts in the trajectory of my life have come without warning: the sin struggles I never anticipated, the news of cancer and death.  While the shock of the unexpected brought its own level of wreckage and pain, it carried a grace: deliverance from the waiting and the wondering and the anticipation.

3 truths to overcome FOMO

On Friday morning it finally happened.  Austin’s summer heat collapsed under the weight of clear skies and cool(er) temperatures. October and March, offer Austin the kind of weather that explains why us locals are willing to endure horrific summers and pathetic winters.  On Friday, all across the city people wrapped that weather around them and headed to Zilker park and listen to glorious music wash over them at ACL Festival.  And instead of running to join them, I got in my car and drove to ‘work’.  (Well, my version of work – speaking at a retreat.)