A great video from our night homeless on the streets on Atlanta…

Just a quick update:   I received an email from the Delhi team that they’ve arrived and are settling in to their home for the next 3 months.  They’re doing well and excited to begin ministry in the next couple of days.

Homeless in downtown Atlanta.  20 degrees and strong winds.  No food, no where to sleep.  Enough clothes to keep you from freezing to death but not enough to stay warm.  Huddling in doorways and others places that block out the wind temporarily.  This is the reality for so many people in Atlanta every night, and Monday it was also the reality for myself and my team.   Day 1 of training camp (they wasted no time) they had us live in a homeless shelter in downtown Atlanta.  We had to stay on the streets until almost 4am.  We were to survive and live...

  It all starts with an expectation. A unvoiced desire goal or a need that we believe will occur or be meet in a certain way at a certain way. We all have them and most of the time we don’t even know that we have expectations until they are not meet. I arrived in Atlanta for a 5 day training camp before my team departed to India. Before making it to Atlanta I had training camp all planned out. Where we would be staying, how we would get there, I even had thought about where we would be sleeping.        After all the teams had arrived in...

Expectations.   We all have them.  I sure do, and the most recent ones concerned training camp.   I really didn’t know what to expect when I first came to training camp.  I had a vague image, and it mostly consisted of Bible lessons and very slowly getting to know my team mates.  I romanticized it, even though I was told that it would be hard, but I never really believed it.   I was roughly shaken to reality, because I never expected to live homeless in downtown Atlanta on the first night.   Neither did I expect to work through some of my hardest...

Worship. Visions. The act of worship. What does that even mean? This was the very question that plagued my mind for many years as I tried and failed to figure out how to worship deeper. Since starting this adventure I could feel God reaching for my heart. I worshipped, but I still felt that I wasn’t giving my whole body. I knew I wanted this “intimacy” with God that everyone kept talking about. That complete intimacy came by the second night of worship. For the first time I was able to lift my arms and give my all to Him. The feeling was absolutely amazing. To...