SENT: Mission Trip Journal Day 4 - The Time You Have LeftToday started with an adopt a highway project. Camp Michiana takes care of a two mile stretch with the camp road right in the middle of it, and...  Read More

Sent Day 3: Tires, Tiny Boxes, and the Question We’re All AvoidingWe started this morning with team building, pulling a tire off a twelve foot post as a group, and figuring out how to get everyone sta...  Read More

SENT DAY 2 Mission Trip JournalToday was our first full work day, and these kids showed up.We spent the morning weeding an entire playground area, on our knees in the dirt for hours. Then we headed to...  Read More

SENT JournalDay 1 | I Think God Picked This TeamToday was the day.We met at the church around 9:30 this morning, and I still have no idea how fourteen people fit everything they need for an entire wee...  Read More

Fight for ThemI’ve been thinking about something lately.It’s amazing how quickly we can convince ourselves that we know what’s going on inside another person.Your spouse walks through the door and the...  Read More

Father’s Day…There are pictures that stop you for a second.Not because they’re perfect or because everyone is smiling.But because you realize that every face in that picture changed your life forever....  Read More

When I was a kid, my favorite part of Rudolph was never the part everyone remembers. It wasn’t the shiny nose. It wasn’t the foggy Christmas Eve or the big rescue at the end.It was the island.That qui...  Read More

That is where this starts. The one who ate cereal in the morning and left their shoes by the door and laughed too loud at things that were not that funny. Their mother knew the sound of their footstep...  Read More

Mother’s Day means something different to almost everyone.For some people, today is one of the best days of the year. Breakfast made by small hands, maybe burned a little. A phone that hasn’t stopped....  Read More

I almost didn't say yes.That's the honest truth. I was sixteen years old, a few weeks from turning seventeen, and my youth pastor Mike had invited me to church camp.I had been carrying some things I'm...  Read More

Owned…There is a feeling most people know but few can name. It sits somewhere between tired and empty. It shows up on Sunday evenings and three in the morning. It follows you home from the promotion y...  Read More

It's Saturday.Not just any Saturday. The Saturday. The one tucked between the darkness of Friday and the explosion of Sunday. And I keep thinking about what that day must have felt like for the people...  Read More