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Her name was Essence. She was a perky 12-year-old with disheveled brown hair and thicker than usual glasses that made her eyes a little larger than average. But let me tell you, Essence was anything but average. She still had her pajama bottoms on when she walked up...

Suffering is a sacred meeting place between two worlds—one of spirit and one of flesh. Suffering is the familiar common ground where broken-hearted Christians say to a broken-hearted world, “me too.”

​ Something remarkable is shifting in Columbia, TN and it came out into the open in, of all places, my hometown coffee shop. If you live in Columbia or even relatively near the south suburbs of Nashville, drink coffee, and have half a mind to pay attention, I bet...

Jesus rode into town on a borrowed donkey. He used the cloaks of his followers for a borrowed saddle. Had one last meal with His dearest and closest friends, upstairs, in a borrowed room. He owned neither the cross, the nails, nor the sin that held Him to it, but...

It’s been a particularly challenging back half of the week. I got up this morning to catch a flight home from Houston when the old hymn “Trust and Obey” came to mind. It’s remarkable how you can go years without thinking of those rich old hymns, and then suddenly one...

July 11, 2021 was a Sunday that started off like any other day. I’m a worship Pastor so, as you can imagine, my morning starts pretty early, around 5:30 am most Sundays. I won’t lie, the days are full yet very fulfilling in the Spirit, and our morning service at...

​ Who would have ever thought that clay could inspire angels to wonder, much less be the habitation of God? Who would have ever guessed that clay from a garden would be the passion of the Pneuma’s kiss? And who would have ever dared dream that Love’s killer would one...

I stood, with my family, in a long line to vote last week. We were fortunate enough to overhear a conversation between some young parents behind us. They were trying to explain to their two little girls about the blessings and freedoms that we have in America. I knew...

We are history’s “safe Christians.” We are the Christians of plenty. We are the marketeers of faith. We are clever… but are we powerful in the Spirit? Are we God Hunters?

I’m grateful today. I woke up to an early sunrise, set in a perfect blue backdrop. You know the kind. God knows some mornings need smiles more than others, and this morning, mine was from ear to ear. Spring Hill, TN was bustling. Cars were on the road more than the...

The Lord of life lies lifeless in the cold darkness of a borrowed tomb, while two High-Bourne angels crouch over His body. With swords drawn, they bow low, extending their wings over Him—the ember flame of their eyes the only light to chase the shadows from their...