It's on, baby!

 

To all my friends out there determined to change the world in 2013.  May God bless you and keep you strong.

I spent a few hours over Christmas with Matt Robinson, church planter in Fisher’s, Indiana.  Matt is a rare breed.  Armed with a master’s degree in Strategic Leadership, Matt took a job reading gas meters in the Indy area so he could plant a church where there weren’t any…at least any like the one he envisioned; a church for the un-churched.  They call it “Second Chance Church.” Their motto is simple; “At Second Chance Church we risk everything to reach everyone.”  Their goal is “to see people disconnected from God filled with new life in Christ.”

Answering the call meant leaving a secure, full time ministry position.  It meant trying to sell a house in Illinois in the middle of one of the most difficult housing markets in decades and trying to find an affordable place to move his wife and two children while he did. It meant raising money and hearing promises, some of which would be broken.  It meant spending more time on his knees than he ever had before.  This is faith growing up.

Keep in mind, it didn’t just mean this for Matt and his family it meant it for six other families also.

“A hero is not fed on sweets,

Daily his own heart he eats;

Chambers of the great are jails,

And head winds right for royal sails.” (Emerson)

Still, Matt has seen enough of God’s grace on this side of his decision, to never be able to return to the safe side.  For Matt and the people of Second Chance Church, church can never be the same.

When he speaks of the future, his face lights up.  When he tells story after story of God’s provision, his eyes glisten with grace.  When he speaks of the people who have followed him and those who are joining the ranks every week, he wipes away tears.  This bunch walks by faith, not by sight.  However, the sights you get to see when you’re led by faith are pretty special.

Twenty four months ago six families followed his lead and began to work toward launching a new church.  In September of 2012 they officially began.  Weekly the number of lives touched by Second Chance Church increases.   A couple Sundays before Christmas they had their first baptismal service.  Five people celebrated stepping across the line by stepping into the water.

It’s on, baby.

So, here’s to the game changers out there.  Don’t give up.  Keep trusting. Keep believing. Keep taking chances in the Name of Jesus.  And for the rest of us, what’s it gonna be?  Are we ready to “risk everything to reach everyone?”  If not, go ahead and get comfortable in the Christian hot tub of irrelevancy.  This year will be a lot like the last.

But if so, we need to get off up off our proverbial...no, wait, literal butts, get down on our knees, and then stand to our feet determined to do something for Christ in 2013.  I have no idea what that looks like in your world, but it looks like something.  Do it. Volunteer, serve, move, answer the call, give, lead, follow or get out of the way.

The challenge for leaders is clear; “go and make disciples.”  The challenge for believers is to look for a leader like Matt and follow them.  The challenge for churches is to “risk everything to reach everyone.”

Take a moment and check out Second Chance Church at www.secondcc.com.  Send them a note of encouragement or better yet, invest in the Kingdom by investing in Second Chance Church.

You’ll be glad you did.

Happy New Year!

THE WRITING ON THE WALL

 

At the church I previously served, Ottawa First Church of the Nazarene (OFC), there is a small room located just inside the south entrance to the building.  It isn’t much, as rooms go.  It started out as a coat closet, had a brief run as an office, and ended up being called “The War Room.”   It took on the name "The War Room" because leaders often made difficult decisions and hard choices there.  It’s a special place.

“The War Room” was home to many leadership meetings at OFC.  The Adult Ministry Team met there in order to oversee the pathway of our people from first time attender to core member.  Every other Wednesday at 6:00 a.m. the Mission Strategy Team met there.  These were business leaders who were also church leaders tasked with keeping the pastor on mission.  I’m sure that turned out to be more of a job than they thought it was going to be, but they were good at it and God used their counsel.

I used it as a meeting place with individual staff members as we hammered out mission and vision issues.  Mondays at 1:00 p.m. and Wednesdays at 3:00 p.m. we held staff meeting there.  At the Monday staff meetings we would celebrate any “wins” from the previous week.  A “win” at OFC was anytime someone took a significant step in the journey of faith, but especially when someone crossed the line and accepted Jesus as their Savior for the first time.  We lived for those moments.  It was one such celebration that prompted me to write on the wall.

On this particular Monday we were celebrating 7 people who had made first time decisions for Christ.  After reading the names, we prayed a short prayer of thanksgiving and started to move on with the meeting.  Somehow that didn’t seem right.

If all of heaven rejoices when 1 sinner comes to repentance, it felt like we ought to do something more than pray a short prayer when 7 sinners did.  So, lacking any other creative insight, I decided to write their initials and the date on the wall with a black marker.  My thought was it would serve as a reminder to all of us who met there as to what we were there to accomplish.  We decided to monitor the initials going up on the wall to make sure that no one was counted twice and that every set of initials truly represented a life changing decision.  This wasn’t a “count the lifted hands” kind of discipleship, it was a “we’ve met, affirmed their decision, and here is their next step” kind of discipleship.

When I left OFC at the end of June there were 170 sets of initials written on the wall representing those who had prayed to start out or start over during the previous 12 months.  Each set represented the Grace of God, the power of Christ, and the effectiveness of His church on mission.  This is a Body of believers who get it; “It’s not about us.”   Over 13 years they blew up their own comfort zones, invited friends, family and strangers, took chances, forgave failings, and never got comfortable with the fact that there were people who hadn’t yet heard the good news.  Every Sunday is Easter at OFC.

Last weekend I was blessed to return and officiate a beautiful wedding at OFC.  It had been scheduled for about a year and is the last wedding I’ll do there.  So, after the ceremony I couldn’t resist the urge to stop by “The War Room” one last time.  What I saw humbled me.  Flipping on the light, I discovered there had been 46 new sets of initials added to the wall over the 5 months I had been gone.  Praise God!   What a testimony to the ongoing commitment of staff, interim pastor, and congregation to always be about the mission Jesus gave us to accomplish.  Wow.

OFC has a new Sr. Pastor now, and this great group of leaders is fully behind him.  I’m already a huge fan of Pastor Kevin and will be cheering at a distance as the church rolls on, whatever it looks like.  Things will, should, and must continue to change at OFC, including the “The War Room.”

Soon, the wall will receive a fresh coat of paint just like the church will receive a fresh new vision.  I won’t grieve the painting of the wall in “The War Room."  After all, those names are written someplace much more permanent than a coat closet.

Indeed, let the church roll on.

Go, fight, win…OFC!

ADVENT AND WE CULTURALLY ELITE

“But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart.”

(Luke 2:19)

It was Monday, October 1^st.  I was in downtown Chicago for a meeting and had a couple hours to kill.  I love killing time anywhere, but downtown Chicago is a favorite.   I love the city.

This day found me on the southwest corner of Randolph and Michigan, standing right in front of the Chicago Cultural Center.  The billboard by the steps was an invitation to a free lunchtime concert; “Sonata No. 1 for Violin and Piano in G Major, Op. 78.”  The sign said the concert was part of the “Debussy Chamber Music Festival.”  I stared at the sign for a few minutes trying to figure out what “Op. 78” meant.

And then it hit me.

“Debussy Chamber Music Festival,” I thought, “I love those guys,” and bounded up the steps to get my culture on.

After finding a seat, (there were plenty available), I looked around and realized everyone had their eyes closed.  I wondered what that meant. They were either having a spiritual experience or sleeping.  Watching the guy across the aisle reminded me of watching my Dad in church.  I concluded they were sleeping…which is often, in my book, really close to a spiritual experience.  I’m pretty sure church protocol calls for waiting for the service or sermon to start before sleeping, but this IS THE Chicago Cultural Center. Maybe things are different among the culturally elite.

Facebook was immediately alerted as to my location.  I believed my presence at the Chicago Cultural Center to be evidence that I was “culturally aware” and warned the cyber world that that due to this increase in my social status, I was about to become a member of the “culturally elite.”  Because I knew they would doubt me, I posted a picture of my hand holding a program to prove I was actually there.  They weren’t impressed.  Neither was the guy sitting in back of me who was, no doubt, wondering why the guy sitting in front of him took 5 pictures of his hand holding a program.  He moved his chair back a bit.

My phone began to buzz with Facebook responses.  One friend asked if I was being held hostage, another doubted as to whether it was actually my hand, and a third quizzed me for the title to “one, just one song they are playing.”  I get no respect.  Someone suggested they pool money and give it to me if I’d yell “FreeBird” right before the concert started.  That was my idea actually.  No one took me up on it.

Sitting there contemplating how this cultural experience was about to change my life I became aware of a conversation two ladies sitting next to me were having.  In other words, I eavesdropped.  I make no apology for that because we culturally elite people do things like that.

The discussion I overheard was about the upcoming Christmas season.  Specifically, about which church they were going to attend during Advent.  Both had a churches in mind, but neither had made a final decision.  One lady disliked her regular church because they didn’t sing enough Christmas carols.  The other wasn’t happy because her church “sang the carols to death.”  The nasty way she said it gave me the impression Iron Maiden was leading worship.  I don’t think that’s what she meant, though.

Music wasn’t the only thing these ladies were basing their Advent decision on; there was driving distance, decorations, and length of sermon.  One was offended that her pastor had grown "hideous facial hair."  I put my hand over my mouth so as to cover my mustache and goatee, closed my eyes, and pretended to have a spiritual experience.

The other responded, “Well, at least yours doesn’t drone on for 20 minutes or more.”  I now had nowhere to hide.  I began to fear my congregation would hear of the minister who drones for 20 minutes and opt for that guy over their own pastor who’s been known to drone past 30.

Finally, the concert began.   It was wonderful.  These were professional musicians playing timeless melodies.  What else could it be, but beautiful?  I could almost feel my blood pressure drop as they played. It was amazing.

On the way home my blood pressure returned to its normal level as I thought about the ladies and their conversation.  I thought about how we, them, you, me, perhaps all of us sometimes lose sight of what’s most important.

We might learn something from Mary here.

This young women had just been through the ordeal of her lifetime, and…it was just beginning. A virgin with child, her life had been at risk, the unborn child’s life had been at risk, the man she loved had doubted her and then come back, she had seen an angel, not just any angel…Gabriel, the Gabriel.  The angel brought a message, she, her, Mary…was “highly favored” by God.  All of this greatly troubled her, but her fears were somewhat alleviated when Gabriel, THE Gabriel, said, “Do not be afraid.” That helps.

She learned she wasn’t carrying just any child. She was carrying THE child.  The Holy Spirit had moved in her.  Somehow she trusted.  Her journey continued. She went to Elizabeth’s home where Elizabeth’s baby leaped at her presence…because of who she was carrying.  She sang. She prayed. She believed.  She kept going.

And now, here in a cave called a stable, she sits staring into the eyes of the reason for it all.  Shepherds have come.  Joseph has proved faithful. God has provided.  All is well.  Or is it?  And so she ponders.

I’ve often wondered exactly what it was she pondered.  It had been a busy 9 months.  Moments, memories, thoughts, and panic must have flooded her intermittently.  I bet she cried. I bet they laughed.  No one would believe her Christmas letter…or would they?  Would we?

God became a man to rescue men.  Help has arrived.  It’s not what we expected…a baby, I mean.  But he’s here.  He’s more powerful than we can imagine. He’s more loving than our greatest love.  He sees all, knows all, and in spite of all that…loves all.  And he never quits.  He pursues.  He prays. He intercedes. He heals. He touches. He speaks.  He rescues. He redeems. He calls. He satisfies.  He cleanses. He purifies polluted people like us, and then uses them to change the world.  How cool is that?  We get to be part of God’s plan.

I’m glad I chose the church I chose this Advent.  Iron Maiden’s not leading worship.  The carols are just right. The decorations are beautiful. Most importantly, Jesus is treasured up in the hearts of men and women and they are pondering all that it means.  Who knows what will happen next?

Everybody Has A Plan

Anyone who has ever led anything can say “amen” to that. This quote was posted on Facebook by a young Army soldier from Ottawa, Illinois, Donald Lewis. I guess a soldier would know.

I was thinking about us humans. Regardless of what the task is, the plan gets difficult when someone hits back. I’m convinced that if it was just me and the heavy bag hanging in my basement, I could be the heavyweight champion of the world. I repeatedly win our battles, and do it without getting so much as a scratch on my face. I’m just too quick for him. He’s slow, has no reach, and limited movement. I land almost every punch and win almost every time. (I say “almost” because there was one time I accidently hit the brick wall next to the bag. I swear I heard the bag laughing.)

But real boxing isn’t like that, and neither is life. Opponents are seldom stationary and adversaries punch back. When a plan is attacked, chaos, confusion, and pain can ensue. There will likely be blood and you just might find yourself looking up while lying on your back. At the very least it can ruin a leaders’ day and spoil a plan. When all of this happens, a cool head and purposed heart must prevail or default defensiveness takes over and defeat is just around the corner.

The difference is what Dr. Crawford Howe calls “peace, poise, and power.” The ability of a leader to keep their cool when those around are losing theirs is priceless. I think it’s one of the reasons Jesus proposes the whole “turn the other cheek” thing. In the culture of Jesus day turning the other cheek was not a sign of weakness, but of power. Almost a Clint Eastwood moment, minus the gun shot at the end. Put in context, “So now what? You’ve hit me and I still love you, what now? You’ve tried to defeat me, but here I stand. Next?” Jesus calls us to love unconditionally, and to stand for truth when that’s all there is left to do, stand.

Heart known peace brings poise and poise is extremely powerful.

So here’s to the leader out there who’s taking one on the chin today. Adjust your thinking and perhaps your plan, and move on. Make sure you know who you are and whose you are and keep punching. If this blog comes to you as you’re lying on your back, I recommend three things that will get you back on your feet.

1. Read the Sermon on the Mount. (Matthew 5,6,7) It’s only 3 chapters long and you’ve got the same 24 hours everyone else does. Consider it a workout. Besides, what else do you have to do while you’re lying there except whine, and your family will appreciate the break.

2. Watch “Ben Harper and the Innocent Criminals” youtube video “Don’t let’em take the fight outta you.”

3. Find a copy of Rudyard Kipling’s poem, “If” and read it.

Thanks for your service to our country, Donald!

God bless and don’t quit!

If the shoe fits...

In his book, “Failure of Nerve,” Dr. Edwin H. Friedman identifies five characteristics of “chronically anxious personal families.”

1. Reactivity: the vicious cycle of intense reactions of each member to events and to one another. 2. Herding: a process through which the forces for togetherness triumph over the forces for individuality and move everyone to adapt to the least mature members. 3. Blame displacement: an emotional state in which family members focus on forces that have victimized them rather than taking responsibility for their own being and destiny. 4. A quick-fix mentality: a low threshold for pain that constantly seeks symptom relief rather than fundamental change. 5. Lack of self-differentiated leadership: a failure of nerve that both stems from and contributes to the first four. (p.54)

I would suggest that what is true of humanity’s families is true of God’s family; the church. As a matter of fact Friedman suggests that any organization is susceptible to becoming “chronically anxious” and rendered ineffective by these five conditions.

Years ago I sat with one of my mentors who also happened to be a Clinical Counselor, and poured my heart out. It was one of those conversations I’m not proud of looking back. Kind of an “everybody hates me, nobody loves me” moment. John let me rattle on for quite a while and when I finished he took a few seconds to respond. Leaning back in his chair he said; “Brian, my prayer for you is that God will enlarge your capacity for pain.”

“What?” This was NOT what I wanted to hear.

And then he leaned forward. “Yeah, you heard me. I know it sounds rough but here’s the deal. You will never become who you believe God has called you to become, and you will never do what you believe God has called you to do, if your skin doesn’t get a lot thicker and your heart a lot stronger. Where you say you want to go is going to hurt.” And then he didn’t say this, but I heard it anyway… “Deal with it.”

I challenge you to reflect on these five chronically anxious behaviors and see if the shoe fits. If it does, welcome to the dance, Cinderella. The prince isn’t coming, but the truth will set you free. Sometimes short term chaos precedes a breakthrough. This is no time for a failure of nerve.

“Therefore, strengthen your feeble arms and weak knees. ‘Make level paths for your feet,’ so that the lame may not be disabled, but rather healed.” (Hebrews 12:12-13)

Southwest, Jesus, and You.

Southwest Airlines is one of the most amazing business success stories in American history.  In his book, “Start with Why,” Simon Sinek points to their clarity of purpose as a key to success. “In the early 1970’s, only 15 percent of the traveling population traveled by air. At that rate, the market was small enough to scare most would-be competitors to the big airlines. But Southwest wasn’t interested in competing against everyone else for 15 percent of the traveling population. Southwest cared about the other 85 percent. Back then, if you asked Southwest whom their competition was, they would have told you, ‘We compete against the car and the bus.’ But what they meant was, ‘We’re the champion for the common man.’”  (p.71)

Jesus Christ is THE most amazing success story in world history.  In the Gospel of Matthew, He points with clarity to His mission and therefore, as believers, our mission. 

¹² “What do you think? If a man owns a hundred sheep, and one of them wanders away, will he not leave the ninety-nine on the hills and go to look for the one that wandered off? ¹³ And if he finds it, I tell you the truth, he is happier about that one sheep than about the ninety-nine that did not wander off. ¹⁴ In the same way your Father in heaven is not willing that any of these little ones should be lost. (Matthew 18:12-14)

It’s interesting how Biblical principles often flow over into the business world. Southwest Airline left the 15 percent to pursue the 85 percent. Jesus left the 99 percent to pursue the 1 percent.  The lesson here is that in order to get different results we have to be willing to do different things.  Southwest went where other airlines weren’t willing to go; the common man.  Jesus went where comfort wasn’t and where the math didn’t seem to dictate…after the lost sheep.  How does the clarity of Christ’s purpose inform the behavior of the believer?  How does it inform the priorities, programming, and planning of the local church?  What should the church do? Or, as Francis Schaefer once put it, “How should we then live?” Jesus is the champion for the common, un-churched, un-saved, man.

That's What Mothers Are For

John W. Fountain is an award winning journalist, tenured professor at the University of Illinois, former correspondent for the New York Times, and an editorial writer for the Chicago Sun Times.  His journey began on the rough West Side of Chicago. At a critical moment in life, his mother was there to point, maybe push him the right direction.  Reprinted below is an excerpt from his column in the Sun Times on May 10, 2012.  Enjoy, and Happy Mother’s Day! “John, I’m just glad you’re going back to school,” Mama said, beaming and bubbling over.  “I knew you could. I always knew you could. John, you can do anything you set your mind to. I’m just so happy for you.” “Thanks, Ma,” I said, my words choked with emotion. There was something else I needed to tell her: My voice cracked.

“Ma, uh, I, uh… I just want to thank you, too, Ma, for, uh, for believing in me and for being there when I needed you. I know that when you first mentioned the idea of me going back to Champaign (University of Illinois), I got so angry and said some things that I shouldn’t have,” I said, sitting in my usual crying spot on the heater.

“That’s OK, John, I understand.”

“No, Ma, I’m sorry. I just couldn’t see it. I just couldn’t see how I could go back.”

“I know,” she comforted. “That’s what mothers are for.”

I dried my eyes and walked downstairs. Mama didn’t follow. She walked back inside. I suspect that she watched from the window as we left.  As I drove away I had a feeling that the road, no matter how uncertain, led to a brighter future and that the worst was behind. But this one thing I was sure of: It was the Lord who had brought us out. Even now, 28 years later, what remains as clear is that my greatest asset was never my smarts, my tenacity, or even my faith as I sought a way up from our poverty in North Lawndale.

It was my mother.

A mother who, even when my biological father deserted us, never abandoned ship.  A mother who, even amid hopelessness, always gave me reasons to hope.  A mother who, even amid lack, always provided substance and sustenance by selfless sacrifice.  A mother who sometimes still apologizes for not having had more money, more resources, more to give- a matter I’d like to clear up once and for all.

Dear Mama, you gave me life and love. In my darkest days, it was your love that lifted me.

You alone were enough.

I LOVE THE CHURCH!

 

"Nazareth! Can anything good come from there?" Nathanael asked. "Come and see," said Philip. (John 1:46)

There’s a funny story a friend of mine tells about the first time he visited our church.  He came as a bit of a skeptic and had warned his girlfriend as they approached what to expect.  He had some preconceived ideas about what he would find at OFC.  Here is a paraphrase of his story.

“As we walked up toward the doors, I remember being greeted by a handsome, well dressed, six foot two, black haired man with a huge smile on his face.  I assumed it was the pastor and told my girlfriend that. He extended his hand in greeting and I shook it. ‘Nice guy,’ I thought.  After we entered, I looked around the room. I couldn’t help but smile when I saw how many of my friends from my past life were there.  I’m sure they were as surprised to see me as I was them.  Apparently this place attracted people like me.  All ages and all kinds of people seem to make up the crowd at OFC.  Off to my left, I noticed one guy kind of lingering in the shadows.  I’m not sure why he caught my eye, but he did.  I specifically remember thinking, ‘He’s rough, but he’ll make it here if he keeps coming.’   With that, we found our seats and the service began.  When it came time for the message, I waited for the handsome, six foot two, black haired guy to walk to the pulpit. Instead, the guy from the shadows walked up and began to preach.  ‘Okay,’ I thought, ‘this might be different.’  And it was.”

 I love OFC for a lot of reasons: the life change that happens, the powerful worship services, the Body of believers who faithfully serve Jesus and consequently love each other.  One of the things I like most is hearing how surprised people are by what they find when they attend.  May the Body of Christ always be a place of transforming grace. I love the church!

Word Count: Less is More

“The more the words, the less the meaning, and how does that profit anyone?” (Ecclesiastes 6:11) “The voice already carries too far as it is.  If Bell had invented a muffler or a gag he would have done a real service.”  Mark Twain made these comments regarding Alexander Graham Bell’s invention of the telephone even as he had two of them installed in his home.  (Destiny of the Republic, p.68)

After reading these two thoughts something occurred to me. I have never had to eat words I didn’t say.  Still, I am overweight with the words I have eaten.

As a preacher, I bow to the Ecclesiastes text and apologize for long sermons with lost meanings.  I am convinced in most cases, the more articulate the message, the more concise the sermon.  Far too often, in the words of a teaching professor, I have went backpacking on the dark side of Nahum trying to be brilliant and original. "Not everyone wants to go camping Brian,” he said. “Make your point and go home.”

A long sermon isn’t always bad, but the longer the sermon goes the better it needs to be.  Some of mine would have had to generate the power of the Gettysburg Address to have passed this test, and… well, none did.  (No one needs to say “amen” to that, and yes I am aware of how long the Gettysburg Address was.)

As a human with a proclivity to express my opinion, I wholeheartedly agree with Twain. But like Twain, I install the inventions that violate the principle. I use Facebook, blog, and will probably ‘tweet’ before it’s all over.  May God continue to remind me of the wisdom of the muffler and the profit of brevity.  That’s all I’ve got to say about that…for now.

Tune Before the Concert Starts

#80- “Tune Before” As part of our commitment at OFC to be principle driven leaders, I have made a list of more than 80 principles that guide our actions and decisions.  Recently, Dr. Crawford Howe reminded me of this one from J. Hudson Taylor:

“Do not have your concert first, and then tune your instrument afterwards. Begin the day with the Word of God and prayer, and get first of all into harmony with Him.” (J. Hudson Taylor)

Regardless of what you lead, leaders are “on” from the time they open their eyes until they close them again. The phone rings and regardless of what time it is, you’re on.  It’s a long concert and a tough one because we never know for sure what music we’ll have to play next, or when the day’s concert will end.

Dr. Dan Boone helped me in this area a few years ago.  As a pastor I wear several hats.  I am a shepherd, guiding His flock through the mountains, valleys and meadows of life.  I am a military leader, leading God’s people to rescue and recover what the enemy has taken. I am a priest in that I am responsible for the care of His people.  Sometimes I feel a bit schizophrenic.  The shepherd in me says “Slow down, the sheep are tired.” The military leader says, “Tough, get over it, we have a battle to fight.” And the priest in me says, “Why are we talking about slowing down or fighting battles? We just need to pray.”  If you have encountered me on one of those days, I’m sorry.  Knowing which hat to wear and when to wear it is one of the differences between successful leaders and unsuccessful ones.  If you wear a baseball cap to play in a football game, you’re in trouble. On the other hand wearing a football helmet to a monopoly game sends an entirely different message.  (Although in my family, the football helmet is appropriate for any game.)

Recently, I had a meeting with a mentor where he reminded me of the importance of getting my head and heart right early in the day.  Yesterday’s events need to be filtered through today’s grace and time with God will do that.  Too often I have drifted into a day without proper preparation. If my heart is not in tune with the Father, how can I lead His people? How can I sing His song or play His music?

When an orchestra is in tune and together, there aren’t many sounds more beautiful.  When it isn’t, there aren’t many sounds worse.  Leaders are like that.  In tune, we do what God wired us to do, we lead.  Out of tune, we throw temper tantrums and whine a lot.  (Not you or me of course, but some leaders I know.)  The church is the same way.  In tune, we are God’s “Plan A” and we change the world. Out of tune, well…we are still God’s “Plan A” but we don’t change much of anything.

So, whether you’re leading a church, or a business, or a family, get in tune and let the music begin!