I'm back in Amman, Jordan, sitting on a patio because the weather is beautiful here with highs in the 80s and a really nice breeze, while listening to a sermon podcast on sowing and reaping as the Muslim call to prayer is ringing out overhead. My ankles and hair are showing and I'm feeling a little self conscious. Not everything has gone smoothly on this trip, but it has gone gracefully. I was not surprisingly...
Tonight I stood before a group of junior high and high school youth group girls, and I saw myself and my own churchy youth circles looking back at me. I had the opportunity to tell them how I was at one time them: in love with Jesus. “Come to Falls Creek.” “Come to our youth group party, there will be pizza.” Come and be saved. Come and know Jesus. And then I had to confess...
