We Who Preach Have One

The Reason Our Souls Hunger So Is That The Life We Could Be Living So Far Exceeds Our Strangest Dreams.

If Ever There Were A True "just As I Am" Church, If Ever There Were A Community Where Everybody Could Bring All Their Baggage And Brokenness With Them Without Neat And Tidy Happy Endings Quite Yet, If Ever There Was A Group Where Everyone Was Loved And No One Pretended - We Could Not Make Enough Room Inside The Building.

God Is Still In The Business Of Coming Down To Earth: To This Cubicle, This Email, This Room, This House, This Job, This Hospital Room, This Car, This Bed, This Vacation. Any Place Can Become Bethel, The House Of God. Cleveland, Maybe. Or The Chair You're Sitting In As You Read These Words.

Both Hope And Pessimism Are Deeply Contagious. And No One Is More Infectious Than A Leader.

The Goal Is Not For Us To Get Through The Scriptures. The Goal Is To Get The Scriptures Through Us.