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May 17, 2013

Change the way you think.

Hypocrites. Homophobes. Hate Mongers. 

What do these three words have in common – besides all starting with the letter “H”? They are all words that are frequently used to describe people that claim to be followers of Jesus Christ.

You know what else they have in common? None of them would be used to describe Christ himself. Not one. Not once. Not ever. 

The fact is that this is the way most of the world sees us and we’ve allowed it to happen – we’re really at fault for the way we’re viewed. 

We try to blame the media and Hollywood for all the negativity - and to be fair neither has really helped us. We’ve been willing participants in the destruction of what should be a life changing, people loving movement. 

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May 16, 2013

Why the world needs you to be more boring and cliche.

“But dad, you're supposed to say that about me because you're my dad.” 

You parents ever heard that one? 

Even if you're not a parent, I bet you've seen that scenario play out. I bet somewhere sometime recently someone you care about dismissed something you said or did because you are supposed to say or do it. 

“It's your job.”
“You're my mom.”
“You're a pastor.”
“You're a Christian.”
“You're just a good friend.”
“You're just being nice.”
“It's my birthday.” 

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May 15, 2013

Life according to crazy prophetic stalker prayer lady with a bird hat.

We've already talked about crazy flag lady.

Now lets talk about crazy prayer lady with weird prophetic words. 

I met her last month while on tour. 

I'm sure you’ve met her. No, let me rephrase that. I'm sure she made sure that you met her. I know it was hard for me to miss her when she haunted me down, laid hands on my shoulders and started prophesying "at" me in the crowded church lobby. She was so weird. 

Can I say that out loud? Can I be honest? 

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May 14, 2013

Why Jesus loves people with snot tissues.

Wanted: Christians who are comfortable with snot tissues.

'Man, If I have to pick up another snot filled tissue I'm going to flip out'.

And I did.

I literally walked in my daughter's room and dropped all 5 million soaked tissues I picked around the house on her floor.

I've had enough. Really. Pick up your sick tissues please. Is that too much for this daddy to ask of his daughter?

It's not that I don't feel sympathy for her illness or I don't want her to be healthy. It's just that I really, really don't want to get sick. And with all germs she's leaving everywhere, I might as well declare not getting sick mission impossible.

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May 13, 2013

My mom is the rock.

"Rock". 

That's my mom. She's a rock. I would NOT be where I am today or even close to knowing Jesus like I do without my mom. 

She's the hardest worker I know. She loves Jesus with all of her heart and I couldn't have asked for a better mom.

No one has prayed harder or more for me than my mom. 

Her faith is unrelenting and if you asked her about any random Psalm from the bible (just pick a number from 1-150 chapters), she can probably either recite you the whole chapter by memory or at least paraphrase most of it.

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