A Global Conspiracy of Epic Proportions
The Gospel of Jesus is the greatest underground plot we can get caught up in. It is a global conspiracy of epic proportions.
A Different Kind of Deliverance
There was a sense of joy and excitement as we traveled towards Jerusalem. We were all looking forward to the Passover feast but most of all…We were waiting for the moment when Yeshua would publicly reveal himself to all of Israel…
Return To Our Senses: Re-Imagining How We Pray (Book Review)
Instead of offering a formulaic approach to a successful prayer life, Christine invites us to reengage our spiritual imaginations – to rediscover the love of GOD and the joy of unceasing conversation with Him…
The Glory and Muck of Christmas
As I mucked out the barn this morning I could almost imagine this world to come, like a newborn in the straw, asleep in the stall, dreaming of what is to come, in the dusty early morning light.
Relighting the Lampstand: Slow Evangelism and the Mission of GOD
If we become enamored with building our lampstands but we have no flame of embodied love – then the world stays in darkness. As we relearn what it means to become rooted in one another’s lives and in the love of GOD which calls us out into our communities – the world will again have a witness…
Scripture, Culture, and Agriculture by Ellen Davis (Book Review)
Reading Davis’ book has been deeply exciting and formative for me, as my two biggest passions and thus my callings…are studying Theology/Biblical Studies and practicing agrarianism/homesteading…
Lament: Neil Postman and A Culture of Distraction
We must learn again to weep before GOD…to stop looking to call down fire on a nation that is wandering in darkness. We can never forget that Judas was a Zealot and Peter did not build the early church until he was broken by his own pride before the loving face of Jesus. The only way forward is a journey of lament…
When All Else Fails Try Jesus
Maybe this could be a message to ourselves as the Church – “When All Else Fails Try Jesus’- when all our programs and methodologies for marketing and growing our churches has failed – maybe we will again return to simply learning and living as disciples of Jesus…
Towards Eden: A Vision For the Exiles
I fell asleep on the floor among my papers and pen and awoke later – dragging myself into my bed…In that inbetween place the first line came to me from when I went to sleep – “I fell asleep, dreaming, on hardened ground” and I knew that I would write my own ‘riff’ on Wendell Berry’s Mad Farmer poems…












