I finished my first week and I've started my second. So far, so good. This has been a dream for me for so long that I catch myself feeling a little guilty that I'm getting paid for it.

I think the thing God's working on the most right now is just a real passion to help create a lost-focused church. I feel like the most important thing we could do this year is mobilize every single Christian in our church family to reach the people who need God the most. Of course I want to make sure that we're shepherding people in the direction of maturity in Christ, but the end result of that should be an outward focused body that lives for those outside itself.

I can't wait to see what'll happen next.

It's 10:13pm. I'm watching "Scrubs", thinking about starting life as a full time pastor tomorrow.


I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing. This feels very much like the first night with my first child felt: I stayed awake all night, not knowing whether it was okay for me to sleep or not. I couldn't believe that they let me leave the hospital with a real human being. What the heck did I know about keeping a baby alive? I had absolutely no idea what I was supposed to do, so I spent the next 11 years learning via trial and error. I made mistake after mistake. I'd feel a lot worse about that, but Andrew, who's now my oldest (of three), is the greatest kid in the entire world, and it has nothing to do with me.


God is very, very good, all the time. I can't wait to see what'll happen next.