Yeah, he did!

Over the past few months I’ve struggled with a decision I made to show love to someone that everyone else had cast out and damned – I decided to love that person. Because of that I was damned and cast out – shockingly I’m okay. I’m okay for several reasons: one,  I did what I felt was right according; two, I prayed, heard and acted; lastly, I just didn’t care what people said or did to me, however I have had my feelings hurt along the way.  Through this experience I’ve learned about myself, and what it truly means to follow Jesus. Once I decided to follow Jesus, I accepted a commission that to serve, love, pray, be awkward, uncomfortable, confused, angry, hurt, and happy among other emotions – which I experienced all of those emotions over the past few months as I struggled with this decision I made wondering if it was right.
This experience has allowed me to see that the gospel isn’t exclusive, but is extremely inclusive! 
The gospel is for the crack head, wealthy, panhandler, prostitute, drunk, sexually abused, homosexuals, lesbians…the gospel is for everyone! As Easter approaches I’m reminded that Jesus did NOT die for just anyone in particular, despite what you may think, he did not die for “them, they, those, we, or us” he died for everyone. May you all have an Easter that reminds you why he died!

Fear not!

I’ve always been marveled at how the gospel of Mark ends abruptly ends with “…they said nothing to anyone, because they were afraid.” There are several theological arguments as to why it ends this way, my argument is that we (humanity) are afraid – afraid to tell the story.
This past week, I had a slight opportunity to genuinely feel what its like to not be afraid. I went on mission to Myrtle Beach, which one morning was spent at a homeless shelter serving lunch, after lunch students and I sitting in a multipurpose room began to sing songs and just hang out, well it turned into a mini concert! We sang and people who were residents of the shelter came into listen, as I sang I looked out into the crowd and saw faces filled with joy, pain, hurt, addiction, love, fear, scare, sadness, and excitement as we all experienced something unexplainable. I looked in the crowd I thought: “is this what heaven feels like?”. I’m sure I had a glimpse at what heaven will look like. I’ve thought about that divine moment since it happen on Tuesday and the only conclusion I can come up with is LOVE has no definitive is larger than we can imagine, its beyond our grasp, its beyond our reasoning!

Something to learn…

Over that past few weeks the Catholic church has probably had more publicity than it would like with its electing a new pope, in case you have fallen off the face of the planet, Pope Francis was elected last week. Upon his election, several questions arose wondering what kind of pope would he be, would be bring change, would he be for the young, the poor, who? Hearing those questions made me think of times in my own church tradition (I’m baptist, don’t hold it against me) when churches are in a interim stage searching for a new pastor. Typically there’s a formal or informal meeting done, surveys are taken up, a search committee is formed – all of this is done to see what kind of pastor best fits the church. I think the process is flawed because the one thing that you rarely hear of is praying for a new pastor – who will God send us?  Are the equipped for the current state of our church?
I think, the Catholic church has something to teach us when it comes to selecting a new leader. Cardinals from the Catholic church go into intense sessions of prayer and voting as the seek to elect a new leader. We, Baptists, go into intense meetings to vote and argue. See the flawed comparison? I do.
The current pope seems as if he is the man for the job. He appears to be extremely humble, concerned about world issues and simple. Some folks see no reason to be concerned with what other church traditions are doing because there’s has it right and that is all that matters. Well I would argue that we all can learn something from one another.


It has rained and thundered all day today – the rain has served as a reminder of growth and progress for me today. Rain hits the ground causing flowers to bloom and grass to grow as we enter the season of spring. How do we (humans) grow? We grow mentally, physically and spiritually. Somehow I think the rain serves as a direct correlation to our growth. We grow through life experiences, perhaps those experiences serve as rain for us! Hmmm…..

Breathing together

I have wrestled with the idea of blogging for quite sometime now, but after much prayer, thought and consideration I figured blogging would not be a bad idea. After deciding that blogging would be something that I should do…. I sat on my bed and thought would a good name for my new blog would be. I felt that conspire would be a good name. See, there are several reasons why I thought the word conspire would be appropriate for my blog.
 One, Conspire is a verb and I like verbs! Verbs are usually within the main part of the sentence, the       predicate and it has some action attached to it.
Two, Consipre joins “com” which means “together” and “spirare” which means “to breathe”.
Three, Conspire literally means to breathe together.
Now, that you have my reasons, let me explain. I think life is about breathing together – being in community – sharing our gifts, talents, and inadequacies with one another. But I can’t help to question myself: do we really know what it means to “breathe together” or is it even possible to “breathe together” in the broken world we live in. My answer is yes, share in moments of grace, share in moments of love, share in awkward moments, share in moments of ______ (you fill in the blank).