Dark room, flickering candles and sad faces… Good Friday?



It’s Good Friday… A day that I have a very strange relationship with. The truth is, I have never really known how to act on this day. Sad? Happy? Somber? What does Jesus want me to feel? Am I allowed to laugh, work, or play? Images from my childhood of walking into dark church buildings, flickering candle lights, dark clothing, and sad faces plague my memory, leaving me feeling a variety of emotions, none of which can possibly be the intended purpose of our Savior on this day.

So what am I supposed to feel today? What am I supposed to do today?

Here is a hint… the answer has nothing to do with going to church.

Several years ago, my family experienced the pain of unexpected death. My cousin Abe died of a brain aneurism way too young, and left those closest to him feeling confused, angry, sad and lonely. It had been a long time since I had spent significant time with him, but he had always held a special place in my heart. Abe was quite a bit older than me, but growing up, he always treated me as if I was his equal. He made me feel like I mattered. When Abe’s wife asked me to sing at the memorial service I was more than honored to play a role in remembering his life. At this point I had played and sang at numerous events in front of lots of people, but this was different, and I wasn’t prepared for the feelings I would feel that day. As I began to sing “Only a Paper Moon,” by Harold Arlen, a song that Abe sang to his boys at bed time, memories of his life rushed to the surface. I remembered the things that he stood for, and the things that he had told me. I remembered the way he smiled at me, and the way he laughed. I remembered the things he believed in strong enough to give his life and heart for. Before I knew it, I was crying, and simply couldn’t sing anymore. Luckily my brother who was singing with me, was able to hold it together long enough to get through the song. The emotion I remember feeling strongest that day as I stood in front of his friends and family, was a strong desire to honor him, the way he deserved to be honored. I remember wanting to rip the tags out of all my t-shirts, because that’s what Abe did. I remember wanting to dress like him and talk like him. I remember wanting to love what he loved. Not because he was perfect, but because I wanted to honor him, and that felt like the best way to do that.

I have spent this entire week reflecting on the historic events we refer to in human religion as, “Holy Week.” What have I discovered? It truly was a Holy Week. The presence of God in the events leading to the death, burial and resurrection of Jesus were not accidental, and they were anything but typical. Jesus journey to the cross is the most inspiring story ever told, and it was more than a story.

As I come to Good Friday in my reflection, I find myself in the same struggle over the events of this day I have felt my entire life… yet I am sensing more clarity in it than I ever have before.

So what does Jesus want from me today? How am I supposed to act, and feel? What would bring him the most honor on a day I am remembering the incredible sacrifice he made on my behalf?


Love what He loves, live like He lived, cherish who He cherishes.

The best way to honor my cousin Abe was to uphold the things he valued and cared about, and the same thing is true about Jesus.

So today, instead of drooping your face during a dark candle lit service, wearing dark clothes, or praying somber prayers in an attempt to feel worthy of the sacrifice made for you, choose to honor Jesus, and His death by living, loving and serving like He did.

Today, honor Jesus by extending grace to those who deserve it least, serve those who are seeking to take advantage of you, and give to those who are seeking to take. Pick up a child, look into their eyes, and tell them they matter. Search out the poor, abused, outcast and overlooked for the sake of showing them the incredible worth they have in the eyes of their creator. Feed the hungry, clothe the naked, love the unlovable, pray for those who persecute you. What if today, Christians everywhere, instead of going to a church service followed by dinner and drinks, chose to acknowledge the memory of our Savior’s death by aligning our hearts, and hands with His? What if today, we chose to truly live like Jesus. Nothing would bring more pleasure to our Savior today than for us, His followers, to lay down our lives to see what He died for become a reality. Friends… today, let’s bring the kingdom to earth, in memory of the one who gave it all.

Then, it would truly be a “Good Friday.”

Church attendance doesn’t matter… or does it?



Ever wonder why your pastor seems to go on a Twitter frenzy every Saturday night? Have you noticed that the week before daylight savings, all your social media feeds are jammed up by pastors from every local church reminding you to set your clocks correctly? Don’t they know that nearly every person over the age of 13 in this country has a smart phone that will automatically change overnight?

Here is why…

Your pastor wants you in church on Sunday.

As the pastor of a young church, utterly committed to changing the narrative of church in America, I understand the importance of language in the shifting of a culture from one ideal to another. I also understand that the American church has been crippled by its over programming and over emphasis on gatherings. Throughout the history of the church, men and women in my role, have effectively taught people that what matters most is going to church and stuffing the offering plate, basket, bag w/ a handle, or if you’re church is really hip, a credit card machine.

We count the number in attendance, and the dollars we collect. If its true that we count what we value, then its clear, what we value most, is showing up.

From up front, your pastor has made statements like…

“The Church is not a place or an event, it is people.”
“The Church is not about nickels and noses.”
“You being here is not what matters most.”

Because any leader who is listening to our ever changing culture knows that the sole focus on weekend services will not fulfill the great commission.

As a result, we find a new trend emerging in an already “community allergic society,” that is saying,

“Gatherings don’t matter, going to church isn’t what God cares about.”

Since the launch of my Church plant in 2009, I have made all of the above statements intentionally devaluing church attendance with the goal of teaching my people that the church is so much more than something we do once a week… I still believe that… at the very core of who I am. But, Here is my confession…

I want people to show up on Sunday mornings… the more the better, and so does your pastor.

There, I said it… you knew I felt that way, and now its out there. For better or worse.

Admittedly, many of the feelings I have in relation to people showing up on Sunday mornings are about my own personal insecurity, and a desire to measure my worth with all the wrong things. I love the way our gatherings feel when our space is packed, and really struggle when it feels empty. I know myself, and my battle against that is ongoing. But if you are willing to listen, I would love to give you a few reasons why I believe you being in church on Sunday morning matters to your church, to the church in America as a whole, and most importantly, the Kingdom.

1. Your church gathering needs you

Let me say this in a way that is incredibly clear. The church is not a program, building, or gathering. The church is a family of servant missionaries, passionately immersed in the community they are called to love. When empowered by the Spirit, equipped with the gospel, and unified around a mission, the church is most aligned with the heart of Jesus. It is not about programs… it can never be.

That being said, the church has some pretty effective tools for unleashing the gospel of grace in our world, and the Sunday morning gathering can be a really effective one. In order for that tool to be effective, you have to show up! Think about it… what makes the gathered church powerful is the breadth of personalities, and the variety of unique giftedness. There is something about us being together that puts the heart of Jesus on display like nothing else. Your church gathering needs you to show up because it is most effective when you do. You matter. Your church gathering is better with you there. So show up, because your church needs you!

2. You need your church gathering

If you are genuinely interested in being part of the kingdom narrative, you need your church gathering. The church was never meant to be a bunch of individuals scattered across the country on solo missions. The gathered church is paramount in our understanding of what we are ultimately called to. You do not have what it takes to be Jesus all by yourself, but together, Ephesians 4 tells us, we can, “measure up to the full standard of Christ.” Only together. The modern church worship gathering is a place you need to be, because it creates a constant reminder that you need other people. The bottom line is that we are better together. Our worship is better together, our impact is greater together, and our Sunday morning gatherings create an environment for others to experience the goodness of faith in community… which is what God intended all along. So show up, your heart needs it.

3. Being part of something big awakens your soul

In Revelation chapter 4 we get a small glimpse of worship in its purest form, and guess what… Everyone is there! Its more than a mega church… it is the entire church gathered for worship for all of eternity. It is the most perfect picture of the church, and in this context, more is definitely better. I am not saying it should be the goal of the church to be as big as possible, but there is a very important reality we need to understand. Being part of something bigger than us awakens our hearts to the kingdom call. When we isolate, our vision gets small, and we settle. The gathered church allows us to sense we are part of something bigger, shedding light upon our own selfish defaults, propelling us into an “us,” mentality instead of the, “Me” perspective that comes so natural and destroys gospel movement. The mission of the church is urgent, and it needs passionate people, fierce about grace, willing to die for something bigger. You cannot, and will not take on that heart in isolation, you need to be part of something that makes you feel small and at the same time empowers you toward a vision you cannot possibly accomplish on your own.

Please understand that choosing to habitually attend a service out of duty and obligation is not what I am talking about. My goal is not to guilt you into attendance, but to free you to love your church, get excited about worshipping with your family and engage passionately in the mission you have been collectively called to. I imagine a world where Christ followers are so in love with their church family and the mission they are on together that they can’t imagine missing the opportunity to rally together. I imagine communities that understand that together, they put the love of Jesus on display for the world in ways they can’t on their own. I imagine those people embolden by what they experience every week, confident in the reality that,

“My church is a place like no other, a place where all people are free to be themselves.”

I imagine people flocking to our gatherings because here, they can belong, they can experience Jesus’ life changing power all in the context of genuine relationship and powerful community.

I believe it is churches like this that will bring the kingdom to earth, unleashing the power of grace, resulting in the fulfillment of the great commission… the reason the church was established to begin with.

Show up! you matter.

Does Jesus value religious freedom?


Politics and religion. For centuries the two have been at the center of so much debate. In a post Christian world, the relationship between religion and politics has become a raging inferno, tearing apart relationships and dismantling culture at its core. You may think thats a little overdramatic, until you look at social media, message board comments and other outlets for candid, “consequence free opinion sharing.” This is the context where the worst of humanity rears its ugly head as we hide behind computer screens enjoying the luxury of anonymity.

We currently live in a country where Christians love to fight, and everyone else, loves to fight with us.

This past week, legislation was proposed in the state of Arizona that would have  allowed business owners to deny services to individuals siting “religious freedom.” In this case, as you may know, it was directed at the LGBT community, giving fresh oxygen to an already blazing fire. As I listened to the radio, watched TV, and browsed my Twitter feed, my heart was broken into a million pieces as I sensed a clear reality rising to the surface in the opinions of those advocating for this law.

There are Christians out there who actually believe, “people,” are against their religion. Let me say that again. There are Christians who are fighting for their religious right to not have to love certain people.”

In other words, “As an American Christian, I have the right to religious freedom, and that freedom gives me the right to love the people I want to, and discriminate against the ones I don’t. Anyone who doesn’t share my values is, against my religion.”

Such a thought is so undeniably anti Jesus, it makes me ache in places I didn’t know I had. The enemy in this conundrum is the misunderstood concept of religious freedom. Hear me on this… religious freedom isn’t bad… freedom of every variety is very good, and freedom denied in any way is one of life’s greatest tragedies. The problem here is that Christians have chosen to believe we are entitled to religious freedom.

I am a follower of Jesus who lives in the United Sates of America. I love America, the constitution, the Bill of rights, and all the justices our country and its citizens feel compelled to fight for. I am so thankful for the freedoms given to me by the blood and sweat of soldiers who have come before me. To them and their families I owe a debt of gratitude I can never repay. I pray we as an American people, never lose sight of the value we place on fighting for those who cannot fight for themselves.

This article is not about political freedom, it is about religious freedom. In our fight for political freedoms, we have crossed over a dangerous line, and applied our political values to our faith, resulting in a dangerous misunderstanding of God’s heart, and a harmful effect on His gospel.

There is one important thing I believe we have to get right in order to move forward in a world that is increasingly writing off the church. We have to re-examine the heart of Jesus in relation to the public persona of those who claim to follow Him. When we do, we will see the massive disparity between the two. Then we can repent, and begin leaning into the grace of Jesus, restoring our voice in a world desperate for the message of the gospel that we carry within our hearts.

Here it is…

Jesus doesn’t value religious freedom

It’s true. Jesus has no interest in the protection our rights to religious liberty.  Every step Jesus took on the soil of this broken earth was a step used to lift the broken hearted, fight for the weak, and serve the disenfranchised. He wasn’t interested in himself, in any way shape or form. He didn’t come to be served, but to serve. He didn’t come wielding power, or with a sense of entitlement, He came with humility and a heart focused on being poured out for the sake of others.

Christian culture has taught us that we have the responsibility to fight for religious liberty, when in reality I believe Jesus would say,

“The only thing you are entitled to is denying yourself, taking up your cross daily, and walking in my footsteps.?”

Friends, the biblical reality is this…

Jesus doesn’t care about your right to carry a gun. He doesn’t care about your right to keep your “hard earned money, ”  and Jesus certainly doesn’t care about your right to refuse service to whomever you please, because they are different, or in your opinion immoral. The choice to value these things over the people He gave so much for, must grieve Him deeply.

Jesus said to His disciples as He was preparing to ascend into heaven and begin the movement of the church…

“You will be my witnesses…”

What did He mean? Go fight for the right to gather, hold your opinions, and cast aside any who stand in your way? No, He meant, go live like i lived, go love like I loved, choose meekness, mercy and peace. Seek justice for the oppressed, and vindication for the abused. Oh, and by the way, give away your life any chance you get to see those things happen.

As Christians we have become far too comfortable with interpreting Jesus words to fit a tidy lifestyle that allows us to hold fast to certain ideals that do not come from His life, but flow from a heart intent on maintaining a set of rights that Jesus never gave us, and simply doesn’t value.

Paragraph 2 of the United States Declaration of Independence reads like this…

“We hold these Truths to be self evident, that all Men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness.”

These are beautiful words that we all live under and experience the benefits of daily. Here is the problem my friends… these are not Jesus words, and although they are incredibly important words that we can choose to seek, when we give our lives to Jesus and go after Him, we take on a new role in relation to this statement. Ours, becomes the right to fight for life, liberty and happiness for others. We then embrace a new declaration…

The declaration of total dependence. This new declaration gives us a whole new set of rights, all of which are characterized by humility, sacrifice, mercy and grace. These new rights empower us to advocate for the broken hearted and to stand in the gap for the abused.

The opening statements of this declaration would need to read something like this,

“As a follower of Jesus, it is my right and privilege to seek death, slavery and the pursuit of humility so that others can find life, liberty and joy in relationship with Him.”

In the realm of God’s kingdom, life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness is not yours to claim. No, in God’s economy as a follower of jesus, your rights are, death, slavery and humility. We get to be less, so others can become more. We get to be beaten so others can be healed. We get to be enslaved so others can go free. This is the heart of Jesus, and needs to become the heart of all who claim to follow Him.

Friends, if we don’t take up a new mantra, lay down our religious rights for the sake of embracing a lifestyle that imitates our savior, I fear our influence in the world will become entirely obsolete.

Pursuit of religious freedom has crippled the church, and the only thing that can bring it back to health is the choice of every believer to answer all cultural questions with a heart that understands there is one thing that matters most. People. All People. everywhere, of every kind.

1 Peter 4:8 is the answer to the healing of our world. Love comes first, love comes second, love comes last. Its all about love. What an honor it is to serve a God that loves so well, and offers us the chance to do the same.

A new kind of fairy tale


Boy meets girl, girl pushes boy away, boy continues a relentless pursuit of girl, girl continues to push boy away. In a dramatic twist, boy saves girl from imminent danger, sweeping her off her feet both literally and figuratively, throws her on His horse, they kiss and ride off into the sunset to live… well you know how it ends. 

 Fairly tales come in all shapes and sizes, and have been told in every context since the dawn of time. Weather its a princess locked in a castle tower, awaiting her prince charming, the more modern tale of the teenage outcast who gets noticed by the school stud, his love transforming her into the princess no one new she was, or even Hollywood’s romantic comedy, that causes a visceral response in every adult woman in the world who longs to be pursued, wooed and won, by their prince in a three piece suit… we love fairy tales. As a father of two girls, I watch fairy tales flash across my TV screen almost daily. As a husband and father, I watch movies like Tangled with my youngest, Princess Diaries with my pre-teen, and The Notebook with my wife, secretly wishing, I could live up to the standard being carefully crafted in the imaginations of my girls… and I know that I can’t.

Ultimately these stories and tales tug at the human heart. We long to save, and be saved. We want to believe that love, true love, will find us all, and there is a sunset waiting to be walked into for each of us while the closing ballad of “The Little Mermaid” plays loudly over the loud speakers of life. 

We were created to love and be loved, but we live in a world where love is more often accompanied by disappointment, hurt and in some cases even abuse. Where is our fairy tale ending we ask? Our best attempt to create “fairy tale,” like moments, happens on the day our marriage begins. Flowers, big dresses, dream like venues and lots of stimulating substances like cake and alcohol launch us into marriage with hopes and dreams for a fairy tale life together, that cannot ultimately meet the standards that movies and books have taught us we can expect. 

Disappointment is inevitable. 

So as people who entered into marriage, hoping, even expecting to live out our days together in a honeymoon like state, only to be met with the harsh realities of life, where do we go next? 

We can continue to wish for a fairy tale, meanwhile hiding our mess, and projecting to the world we live out our days in perfect, marital bliss, growing more frustrated every day, or we can choose a different kind of fairy tale. This fairy tale has a key element the other stories don’t. 


The inventor of marriage, the creator of life and breath and all things, has a different plan for us altogether. 

His plan for our marital lives includes adjectives like, power, excitement, hope, freedom and joy. All of which are birthed into our lives in the context of the application of grace to every aspect. 

All of our lives, we have lived in a performance oriented culture, teaching us that our worth is wrapped up in what we can accomplish. We join into that mess, and expect the same from others, crafting a “what have you done for me lately,” approach to life that is ultimately destructive for any relationship. Place that mentality into the context of marriage, and you understand why marriages today, simply do not survive, let alone thrive. 

Performance is the enemy of Grace. Grace gives us wings to fly, and freedom to fall. Grace empowers the weak, and heals the abused. Grace is the answer to every aspect of our lives, including marriage. 

This coming Valentines day, I am excited to spend 36 hours in Lincoln, NE with a group of people who’s marriages God wants to transform by the power of this simple yet profound word… 


If you are anywhere close to Lincoln, NE, I would encourage you to join us. For the newly married, you will learn what it takes to make Grace the cornerstone of your lives together. For those of us who have had years and years of trying to make marriage work only to be left with disappointment and grief, grace has the power to resurrect that relationship and re-tell a new kind of fairly tale on our lives. 

GRACE can be the foundation of your marriage, giving way to a new kind of fairy tale. One that is real, and possible. This fairy tale has the ability to define your marriage with the power of Jesus, bringing hope, joy, passion and power to life

Don’t miss this opportunity to give the most important relationship in your life the power it needs to not just last, but have lasting impact. 

See you in a few weeks!


For registration information, visit us at http://www.reloveconference.com

The “PERFECT” Problem

In the fall of 2010, my wife and I spent 2 weeks in the northeast climbing mountains, staring at trees ablaze with the colors of fall, and taking pictures of God’s amazing creation. Watching seasons change right before your eyes is such an amazing picture of the providence of God in making all things new. Driving through the white mountains of New Hampshire, around every curve seeing wild animals, waterfalls and every other kind of wonder that exists in God’s immaculate creation. We had nowhere to be, no one that needed anything from us, and only the daylight restricting our excursions.

We were sort of stationed at a friend’s house in New Hampshire, where they gave us a car and each day said, “GO explore!” It was so cool to have that kind of freedom.

While we were touring about New England country side passing through antique covered bridges, 150 year old farmhouses surrounded by miles and miles of orange, yellow and red foliage, we were blown away at the creative complexity of what we were seeing. If you have ever questioned God’s imagination, spend a little time in New England in the fall. We explored the mountains, and small towns of northern New England states, the big city of Boston, and the historical towns of Maine.

We hunkered in for a few nights at a bed and breakfast in Kennebunkport, ME. Kennebunkport is the quintessential New England town, with bed and breakfasts on every corner, shops and restaurants to satisfy the touring “leaf peeper,” for weeks and history so old you actually feel like you stepped into a time machine and traveled back to 1855. I’m serious; covered wagons driving the streets, gigantic plantation style homes that still don’t have underground plumbing! Many of the homeowners must vacate the community in the colder months because they have to shut off their water… and all this just to maintain the historical integrity of the community.

My wife and I spent our entire time their commenting on how incredibly surreal it was to be living life in this town. No crime, no pollution, nothing but fresh air, beautiful scenery, and streets and shops that look like they belong at a Disney world theme park.

It was perfect!

I don’t mean perfect like, “oh this is nice… “I mean, perfect like straight out of a Martha Stewart catalog. The kind of perfect that is nice for a bit, but then after a while starts to make you sick…

“Can this be real?”

“Who actually lives here? What are there lives really like?”

Behind the perfect masquerade there has to be problems… cheating wives, abusive husbands, alcoholism, misbehaving children?

Still, our hearts were so drawn to this place… we imagined packing up all our stuff, loading up our family and hiding away in obscurity in the tiny tourist town of Kennebunkport, ME. We could be neighbors with George Bush (He has a summer home there), plant a church, and live in this perfection forever.

No problems, no worries, and even if there were, in these surroundings who cares? We even went as far as to look at houses for sale online. Thankfully five minutes of browsing homes on realtor.com brought us back to earth, but it got me wondering… why are our hearts were so drawn to this picture of perfection? What is it deep down that craves the serenity of a perfect life. At the very heart level we know it doesn’t exist, we know that wherever you go, there you are, we know that no one and nothing is perfect, but it doesn’t stop our hearts from dreaming about… from seeking it, from wanting it.

The painful reality every human, is painfully aware of, is that we are in fact, imperfect people living in an imperfect world. That’s our reality. We know it, see it and feel it every day, and if even for a second something convinces us other wise, life has a way of reminding us really quickly.

It’s why we love the Christmas season. It’s like for the month of December we all give each other and ourselves the freedom to put life aside. We get to spend money we don’t have, stay up later than usual, have parties every night of the week, and eat until our hearts are more than content, and our clothes no longer fit. It’s like the line from the song, Have yourself a merry little Christmas… you know,

“From now on our troubles will be miles away.”

We want perfection so bad that we actually carve out seasons of life where we get to forget that we live in a fallen world and just push all the hurt and mess under the rug and pretend it’s not there.

The problem with this approach to life is that as life gets harder, relationships get more and more broken and circumstances get tough, we tend to try our very best to live our entire lives attempting to create alternate realities that allow us to escape the pain of this world. The way we do that is by pretending, putting on a face, convincing ourselves that everything is perfect.

In doing this, we, as a human race have essentially created a don’t ask, don’t tell policy with everyone in our lives…

“We’ll all pretend we have it all together even though we know we don’t and we will look the other way when we see others acting the very same way.”

As long as everyone pretends, and gives everyone else permission to pretend, life can go on as usual, we can hurt a little less, think a little less, and live with some fabricated sense of peace about our life and its pursuits.

But what happens when the mess simply comes back out? What happens when our brokenness can no longer stay hidden? Its like our lives are hiding a hangover, until it smells something that reminds them of the drunken episode last night and it can no longer contain the gross from coming back up. All at once our lives vomit the brokenness that has been hiding deep down all over ourselves and everyone around us in the form of anger, alcoholism, rape, murder pornography addiction, etc. etc. etc.

Why do we seek out something that we know doesn’t exist? Why do we pursue something that is unattainable? Why do we line our coffee tables with magazines full of airbrushed images we know aren’t real, and then allow those images to dictate the pursuits of our lives?

Why are we so drawn to perfection?


Because we were created to be!

The reality we all live with as human beings is that our creator intended for us to live out eternity in perfect harmony with Him. We were made perfect, by a perfect designer to live in perfection.

The fall of man left a gigantic hole. It left an open wound, it created a tension that we will live with forever,

We are incomplete and we know it.

Christianity’s greatest hypocrisy

Since the church was first established with broken, weak and feeble people, it was destined for a history and legacy marked by hurt, violation, abuse and most of all hypocrisy.


Identifying oneself with Jesus, but choosing to live blind to who He actually is.

Before I get too far into this, one of the things we have to recognize is that when broken people attempt to imitate the son of God in word and actions, there is bound to be a whole lot of hypocrisy. We are not perfect, and we never will be. The church will always hurt people. Christians will always fail to live up to the standard of God’s holiness. Pastors will fall, leaders will break and churches will split. When God chose to use people to accomplish His work on earth, it was a choice for that process to be incredibly messy.

The bottom line is, our behavior, as, “Christians,” will always leave something to be desired in the eyes of this skeptical world looking on. As one of those, “Broken Christians,” let me be the first to say I am sorry. I am sorry that my life so rarely matches my words. I am sorry for what that does to the name and reputation of Jesus. I am sorry for being such a bad representation of the most amazing man that ever lived on this planet. Frankly, I am not sure why God chose me to begin with.

I am sorry for the hypocrisy.

At the same time, there is a whole lot of hope to be found in just saying it out loud. I am a hypocrite. My dad taught me that…

“The church is the perfect place for hypocrites to gather.”

Its true… if we are aware of our shortcomings we can allow God to shape us, mold us and form in us the value of graciousness. Our failures then, become a source of hope to the world instead of pain. It’s about seeing it, identifying it, and being humble enough to admit that we don’t have it all together.

But there is another kind of hypocrisy. It is the kind that takes root in a person, blinding them to the realities of their own mess, and magnifying the mess of others. It’s the kind that causes a person to use the beautiful gift of the gospel for personal gain, for an individual agenda. It’s the kind that seeks to divide, the kind that tears down instead of building up. It’s the kind that sees personal agenda and belief system as more important than loving people. This kind of hypocrisy tears down, creates disunity, and leaves the world going,


Blind hypocrisy is the single most devastating issue for the church today.

Christians get so fired up and passionate about doctrinal issues, worship style and carpet color that they are willing to cause division to have their voice heard. In doing so we find ourselves in pursuit of our own agenda in the name of Jesus while blindly ignoring His greatest commands on our lives.

Love people.

I am amazed at just how easily we allow ourselves to become blinded by selfishness.

As Jesus followers, we are called to prioritize one thing above all else in this world. Loving, valuing, and freely giving of ourselves to people.

  • In friendship… Love
  • With our enemies… love
  • In the face of violation… love
  • When its easy, when its hard, when its painful… love
  • When someone disagrees with my view of God… love

As Christians we have learned to, “Go to the mattresses” to defend our doctrinal perspectives, yet don’t care about who we hurt in the process. In our passion and zeal for our “faith,” we find ourselves ignoring the greatest commandment of all. To love people.  We become the worst kind of hypocrite.

How did we get here?

Friends, God will protect His own church, God will take care of the truth… we are called to love. Period.

Love is the most powerful force in this universe.

If you call yourself a Christian, my challenge for you, as you enter your church building on Sunday is to pursue unity, understanding and love. To give yourself fully to your church leaders, your churches mission and your values. Look for ways to create unity, not be divisive. Search for ways to build up, not tear down. Give the benefit of the doubt, trust first.

Jesus reminded us that there is really only one way that the world will know we are His disciples… by the way we love each other.

Let love and unity be the lens you see the rest of life and faith from behind, and then and only then will we be ready to take our broken, messed up hypocritical lives into the world and put Jesus and His grace on display in a powerful way.