Running in Mud: Life Lessons From the Farm
It's a muddy time and we should just name it and let go of that image of running fast or any false gods of productivity that we carry.
President and Professor of Church Planting and Leadership at Calvin Theological Seminary.
It's a muddy time and we should just name it and let go of that image of running fast or any false gods of productivity that we carry.
What are you doing to help move your heart from “here” to “there” in your own journey of responding to the dream of Martin Luther King Jr.?
This is a time of year for giving thanks and making memories with family and friends. It's also a time of year when we promise to NOT take things for granted. And yet, we do. How can we do better in this area?
Some recent conversations I've had with churches, pastors, and candidates prompt me to name a reality that exists and needs to be challenged. The reality is that there is a prejudice against two groups of pastors.
I keep a growing list of why seminary education is more than just helpful — it is vital for church leaders and the church. Here are three of my top reasons for attending seminary.
So: what is your calling? How do you frame how God has gifted you and formed you for His purposes? You don’t have to be a student on commencement or a retiring faculty member to be a person of calling.
We tell our students that if you are leading, you should have an understanding that difficult circumstances are either present or just around the corner. Here are a few principles for navigating these challenges.
I've seen people struggle to make adjustments to living and ministering in Florida. I've seen ministries not connect to their local community because they aren't willing to get a little sand in their shoes.
I am challenged by Acts 2:43 but am also encouraged that God is still orchestrating awe-filled moments if we only pay attention with open eyes, open ears, and especially an open heart.
The memories that sustain us and the treasures that last are always framed by relationships. In this season, I will never forget the privilege of coming to the bedside of that young mother who died on Christmas morning.