Back in Estes Park
I’m back in Colorado! It just so happens to be the land of my birth. But it feels like home for many different reasons. My family has made many special memories here. God has spoken to me here. And on … Continue reading
I’m back in Colorado! It just so happens to be the land of my birth. But it feels like home for many different reasons. My family has made many special memories here. God has spoken to me here. And on … Continue reading
“The Great Commission” sounds great, doesn’t it? It feels exciting and meaningful. To “go and make disciples,” to start new churches from scratch, to change the world. One soul at a time, one city at a time. And I really … Continue reading
We’re saying good-bye to the YSU Team in stages. The big, whole-church, whole-Sunday Send-Off was great. I can see how it will also be important to help with actually moving boxes and furniture, starting this weekend. Both for practical reasons … Continue reading
A High School Prom can feel as though it is equal parts coronation, wedding, and money pit. It involves the special dresses and accessories and traditions… And, to be honest, it can be overwhelming. But I’m really proud of the … Continue reading
Yesterday was Olivia’s college decision deadline. She had narrowed her options to Kent State University and Youngstown State University. But to share the final decision (and to follow the tradition that was established by her older brother, and by LeBron … Continue reading
This has been a special Sunday: a Send-Off Sunday. We had the privilege of commissioning two brand-new pastors for a team of ten brand-new church planters trusting God to start a brand-new H2O Church at Youngstown State University with the … Continue reading
“I’m sorry, but could you remind me of your name?” My Dad blinked, peered more closely at my face, and flashed a self-deprecating smile. It was all very gentlemanly. He would have done the same thing dozens of times as … Continue reading
I got to spend the weekend in Hocking Hills. But not for a personal retreat or an anniversary getaway. It was basically for an event to mark the death of a church. It sounds morbid, doesn’t it? But I actually … Continue reading
My wife, Marci, comes from a long line of strong women. Marchelle Louise Anderson-Asp, daughter of Fleta Louise Hettinger-Anderson… daughter of Virginia Beatrice Fackler-Hettinger… daughter of Fleta Marie Pittinger-Fackler… daughter of Ida Belle Baker-Pittinger… Going all the way back to … Continue reading
I’ve now lived in Kent longer than I’ve lived in any other place. On the one hand, that sounds crazy to me. On the other hand, I look at the family portrait from our first fall in Kent (see above), … Continue reading