Tag: Glory
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Death of a Seed

I remember his smile best. Tai had this quiet humility about him…it was his smile that said, “God changed me, Jesus is my everything and I want the world to know it.” Tai was part of a team of local leaders I had been coaching for years. He wasn’t always a faithful church planter but…
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Radical Faith is BS

I love David Platt’s book, Radical. It’s taken the western church by storm and I resonate with anything that upsets the status quo – but the title can be a little misleading. There is no such thing as “radically” following Jesus. It’s only radical because we Christians are content with a surface level faith. Jesus…
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Thankful for Diarrhea

I awoke to a sharp pain in my stomach. It was the middle of the night in a rural and remote Asian village. The house was cold. Of course it was, it stood on stilts and there were no doors or windows. Speaking of which there were no bathrooms or latrines either. Not a single…
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The Joy of Persecution

A few weeks ago we took a sweet little boat ride up river to visit dear friends. No big deal. Just two hours of zigzagging through mazes of dead trees in a tiny leaking boat, to reach a remote village in the mountains with no electricity, phones or latrines, where there was a real possibility…
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The Girl with Evil Spirits

Not long ago I was sitting in a thatched hut praying over a sixteen year old girl who was afflicted by demons. For more than 6 months she was bed-ridden and couldn’t walk. She is the only believer in her entire Animistic tribe. Her family has allowed her to “test” Jesus because nothing else worked…
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Dirty Feet

Sometimes the greatest feeling in the world is having mud in between your toes. Why? It’s because you know you’re taking it like a man and getting dirty is not going to stop you. You understand the risks of riding a motorbike through a jungle in a third world country. You know the rainy season…
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The Meeting

Sorry for the incredibly long absence. I haven’t posted in months. No excuses, except one. I’m terribly inconsistent. I’m not sure what this is below; Spoken Word, Poetry, Improv, a Rap? The first stanza just kept repeating over and over in my mind one day, so I wrote it down. The rest just flowed as…
