I often try to paint my passions with words, but many times the result feels like chicken scratches in the dirt. Like trying to describe a sunset or a first kiss, words feel clumsy next to the ballet of emotion, experience, and anticipation. It’s difficult to talk about things we love deeply, and yet when I do I find myself saying things like:
I love talking to folks about the awesome, complex love of Jesus, especially people suspicious of steeples. I love preaching and teaching from the deep well of Scripture, which I find more real and raw and inspired everyday. My heart aches for people to meet Jesus and learn to follow him in community, because most of us are making it up as we go, living life by a ill-built collection of “best practices” and “feels right experiences” gleaned from films and newsfeeds.
