My nephew David made the ideal, last-minute case for our family picture the night before we moved to Costa Rica two and a half years ago.

I had made it to eighth grade. My basketball career grew in spite of my culture shock from our transition from Costa Rica to San Antonio, Texas, about two years earlier.

One of your lids as a worship leader may be leading the same room over and over.

They didn’t know what was coming. In their wildest dreams, what was about to occur was 100% impossible.

What is it like to be at one of your rehearsals?

Twenty-four hours ago, I was leading worship. How did it go? 

How do I know the answer?

I love words! They unlock meaning if you study them out. A word recently blew up in my face.

Lead worship solo for a group of complete strangers. Don’t give them lyrics.

Raise your hand if (almost) every time you’re leading Build My Life…

“Next month, we’re going to audition everyone that’s on the team, and not everyone is going to make it.”

One of the core values of our world system is the avoidance of anything hard.

Meadow tea is summer in a drink. I can almost always count on a tall glass of it when visiting my sister’s farm during the summer months.

You know how a different translation of scripture can bring a whole new meaning to light?

I still remember the feeling of learning to ride in a parking lot next to our house. It was a full-body, nervous-emotional, hyper-focused experience.

It’s not ok with me that the whole church doesn’t worship. He is constantly worthy.

There was a famous golfer who was visiting the king of a country. The king wanted to give him a gift, so he asked him what he liked.

Plastered on most tithe envelopes (if such things still exist) lives a little hint: “God loves a cheerful giver.” Have you seen it?

The right question is, “How can we become the team that the people we’re looking for are looking for?”

We were enjoying a couple of days at the beach with some new friends, Dan and Chloe. On the final morning, they invited us to try surfing.

On a long enough timeline, all of us feel like temporary fakes. Sometimes the feeling lingers.