Yeah…this pretty much sums it up.
Baptisms at Mars Hill Bellevue
If you’re a pastor Christian, and baptisms don’t move you in a profound way every time you see them, something is disconnected.
For the last 9 Sundays at Mars Hill Bellevue we’ve had at least 1 person get baptized, some of which I’ve had the privilege of being in the tub for. Absolutely beautiful stuff. Too beautiful not to share.
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Twenty Reflections On My Twenties
As I start this post, I have 20 minutes of my twenties remaining.
I’ve spent the last hour or so thinking about what I wanted to be doing when I turned 30.
I considered running down to Lake Washington and jumping in. That would certainly be memorable, as the current temperature is 39 degrees.
I thought about getting one last work out in, but a combination of thoughts (“That seems really vain” and “That’s probably not going to make a difference”) led me to veto the notion.
So here I am with a simple goal: I have 20 minutes to list 20 memorable things from my twenties. If all goes according to plan, when I click “publish” the clock with say “12:00″ exactly.
Ready….Go.
- I fell in love with the Bible.
- I went deep sea fishing with my dad and my brother.
- I backpacked across Scotland with my bride.
- I hurt a lot of people, sought forgiveness from a lot of people, and received forgiveness from a lot of people…even myself.
- I played with Jamal Crawford and Nate Robinson in a Seattle Summer Pro-League game. (There’s video proof out there somewhere.)
- I tricked Emilie Vallerand into becoming Emilie McCormack. (Biggest win of my life.)
- I heard doctors tell my pregnant wife she’d never meet her child…twice. Then welcomed a beautiful, healthy boy into the world…twice.
- I watched God take a small bible study of 12 students, and turn it into a family of over 300.
- I experienced the joy of realizing you really believe the things you say you believe…in the midst of suffering.
- I watched a high school senior girl believe the Gospel enough to confess her sins to several hundred of her peers at once, and witnessed the revival that resulted.
- I listened to “Jesus Died in Our Place” by Mark Driscoll, “Jesus + Nothing = Everything” by Tullian Tchividjian, and “Are There Two Wills in God” by Matt Chandler at least 20 times each.
- I stood next to my brother, and my brother-in-law on their respective wedding days. Honored.
- I attended the midnight premiere of High School Musical 3.
- I embarrassed myself in front of good friends by losing my composure while meeting one of my childhood heroes, Warren Moon.
- I realized that it’s not just a phase; 14 years later, I still can’t get over this Jesus who saved me.
- I concluded that my father is the best man I’ve ever known or will ever know, and no one displays the reckless, faithful love of Jesus better than my mother.
- I started to realize just how broken I am, and just how loved I am in the midst of that brokenness.
- I started writing nearly a dozen books…and finished none of them.
- I learned that if you are rich in relationships, you are rich indeed.
- I realized that my Jesus will always be bigger than I think he is, and that is very, very good news.
The clock now says “12:18.” (Nearly doubled my 20 minute limit.)
My 30′s have officially begun.
And already the trend continues; I deserve nothing, yet he insists on giving me much.
Grace on top of grace, on top of grace.
That’s what it’s all about.
That’s what it will always be about.
