vulnerability

I hadn’t meant to say this. The words just came out.

I’ve got a place I want to spend more time in 2014. And I want to invite you to join me. The place is right here, right now. Wherever that . . .

If you’ve seen an alleyway lined with blankets and cardboard boxes or an underpass flickering with the light of empty oil drum fires, you’ve had a glimpse of a vagabond fellowship. It’s a place where the beat down and broken find an accepting community, but one where they remain broken.

We’re not too comfortable, it seems, with being real—particularly about the most painful, or sinful, or out-of-control parts of our lives. What if we were?

I’ve been noticing a crazy idea floating around in my head and heart. It’s one of those ideas that’s gone on undetected and unchallenged, like background noise that’s so familiar . . .

Four tips for leaders concerned with helping those who most need their leadership.