I wrote 4 weeks ago that I’d be returning to Austin, after a stint in the mountains that suspiciously lasted exactly 40 days. Like Jesus post-desert, I’m back on my home turf now. Unlike Jesus, nobody’s tried to throw me off any cliffs. Not yet, at least.
I’m again leading Fight Club, that earnest group of college boys who have become the great loves of my life. My ‘leadership’ is almost unneeded now — these men have been blooming and transforming, and are now definitely building each other up without my help. God’s also moving now among some old friends, guys I’ve known since the early days of college, people that I’ve prayed and cried out for. Now, in this new season, I’m suddenly getting to watch the Spirit open up their hearts! Continue reading →