a manifesto of sorts…

a manifesto of sorts…

You know that feeling when you’ve been labeled? I think most people remember the deepest degree of classification in high school when labels were like signs hung around your neck: jock, nerd, cheerleader, band geek, class clown, class pet, class act. You don’t label...
breathe…

breathe…

The conversation was nothing new or out of the ordinary, but there was a weight in the words that felt different. She was overwhelmed and tired and feeling like she was giving her all and still coming up short. I’ve been there. If we’re honest, we’ve...
if gathering: we will run…

if gathering: we will run…

After the lights turned off and the auditorium cleared out, the leadership of the IF:Gathering sat around a table and broke bread together. We celebrated the birth of our gathering, mourned the pain and sacrifice it cost, and spoke about the future. Through laughter...
if:gathering, the few, and you…

if:gathering, the few, and you…

The past is a cyclical event. In my Church History 101 class, I remember the professor explaining that revivals preceded movements. The class—full of budding pastors and passionate church planters—was in awe and furiously took notes on what revival looked...
beautiful mess: relationships…

beautiful mess: relationships…

Relationships are like brussels spouts. They are good for you, but sometimes they stink. [F’real. This is some real talk, right here.] I’ve been married for 24 years [that’s dog years but whatever] and I’ve been dumb enough to make a gazillion...

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