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Church is a topic that has been on my mind a lot lately. I have been struggling to work out what role church plays and what it should be.

Friday night, I was reminded of what one very important (actually the most important) part is. God. I know it sounds like the obvious Christianese answer, but how often do we get caught up in programing, image, rules, procedures and hierarchy that we forget the most important aspect. God.

Church has played a massive part in my life. Some good, some bad and some I’d really rather forget.

Church seems to have a bad connotation these days, often blamed for being hypocritical, having poor priorities, having the wrong agenda and a number of other things.

Some say that the church is out dated, just after your money and that religion is a crutch for those who can’t handle life.

So what is church?

Is it some nice building, with stained-glass windows, wooden pews and a dude with a weird dress?
Is it a place where suburban folk go, all dressed up to impress, on a Sunday?
Is it a group of people to appear to have a great life, everything seems to go well for them, they live in nice houses, drive nice cars and have well-behaved children?
Is it all those weird people that you avoided during high school, gathered together to make a sub-nerd-culture that is so far removed from reality they need to invent their own version of stuff… like christian-myspace, christian-guitar hero , tackpants and even mints.

I think it’s more about community, others and love. It’s about loving God, people and life. It’s about being the answer people need.

Here is how Ps Brain sees the church.

“The Church that I See”
By Brain Houston

‘The Church that I see is a Church of influence. A church so large in size that the city and nation cannot ignore it. A church growing in size so quickly that buildings struggle to contain the increase.

I see a Church whose heartfelt praise and worship touches heaven and changes earth. Worship which influences the praises of people throughout the earth, exalting Christ with powerful songs of faith and hope.

I see a Church whose altars are constantly filled with repentant sinners responding to Christ’s call to salvation.

Yes, the Church that I see is so dependent on the Holy Spirit that nothing will stop it nor stand against it.

A Church whose people are unified, praying and full of God’s Spirit.

A Church that I see has a message so clear that lives are changed forever and potential is fulfilled through the power of His Word. A message beamed to the peoples of the earth through their television screens.

I see a Church so compassionate that people are drawn from impossible situations into a loving and friendly circle of hope, where answers are found and acceptance is given.

I see a people so Kingdom minded that they will count whatever the cost and pay whatever the price to see revival sweep this land.

The Church that I see is a Church so committed to raising, training and empowering a leadership generation to reap the end-time harvest that all its ministries are consumed with this goal.

The Church that I see is a Church whose head is Jesus, whose help is the Holy Spirit and whose focus is the Great Commission.

Yes, the Church that I see could well be our church – Hillsong Church.’

I think that it is very easy to be a spectator… to sit back.. attend church and form our own opinions and ideas about how the church should be. From the sidelines it’s all too easy to point out what needs to be done and what doesn’t seem to be getting done right… it’s easy to judge and be critical…

But it shouldn’t be like that… church isn’t about a few pastors providing a nice building and warm fuzzy sermons to make you feel good about Jesus… As Ps Brain said it’s about kingdom-minded people counting the cost and paying whatever necessary to see revival.

It’s about you and me… we are the church… so what are we making it?


I ‘ve been at Easterfest all weekend… Easterfest is a music festival in the smallish town of toowoomba… (be warned… there are Woombas everywhere! Their goal is to infect you with Woombaitus… which causes you to become one of them)

There are many things I love about Easterfest (formally known as AGMF), some of these include:
1. Friends and Family – I love spending a long weekend with the people I love.. having lots of fun and random times…
2. Fav Bands – I love going and seeing the bands i love.. some of the highlights of the past few years are, superchic[k], Rookie, Compliments of Gus, Newsboys, the lads (yea lame I know), Day of fire, TFK and Hillsong United.
3. Finding new fav bands – New Empire, planet of the sterios, ellington, newworldson, scat, bradley hathaway (well he is more of a poet) and David Baker
4. Those totally random bands that I know (and sometimes hope) I’ll never hear again – the band that went from old school traditional church type music playing “Our God is an Awesome God” to screamo… in the same song..
5. Roadtrip – sure it’s only 1.5 hours away… but who doesn’t love a short roadtrip, long enough for sing-a-longs but short enough to not be too boring…
6. Good Times – Not getting killed by homocidal Woombas.. seeing bands play in the shopping centre, meeting bands after their show, running into people I haven’t seen in ages, walking into a tent and hearing a band that makes me laugh, being up the front of the mosh pit and pretending to be a fan of the band playing – ‘singing’ and getting into the music – when really we’re just waiting for the next band, actually singing and dancing to new empire in the cafe, the band seeing us dancing and thanking us after, people coming up to us the following day commenting on our awesome dancing efforts, Evelyn and Rachel being embarrased by my and Nikki’s dancing skills and running away pretending not to know us…


So in short… Easterfest = Good.

Tho there were some things I found weird or annoying…
1. Mudfest.. I really didn’t mind the rain… but trying to navigate my way around on Sunday through the mud was very annoying..
2. Pro-life msg.. I understand they’re probably thinking that selling shirts that say smart comments about abortion being wrong, other shirts with ultrasound pics, giving the oppurtunity to sponser an unborn child (yea, I found that weird) and having Bec St James sing an anti abortion song with a film clip will help get the msg out there that abortion is very wrong… But what msg does it send those who have already had an abortion? What alternative does it give? Does it really have a greater affect than guilt and regret? I don’t know.
3. Bec St James… She had an hour time slot, prime time on the Main Stage… AGAIN! she sang the same songs she has done for the last 3 years.. and half of them weren’t even her songs (thanks Micheal W Smith)… Why not give a local band a chance? New Empire, Ellington, Planet of the Sterios?
4. Woombas… The people of Toowoomba (or Woombas).. I nearly got hit by a car (or homocidal Woomba) a number of times.. was I crossing the road?… no.. I was standing next to my parked car..
5. Seeing Jimmy vs Camerman… ouch!

Check out this Vid.. I’ll chuck another one up when I’m done uploading it… and some pics too..


The Hug Poem

I read about how you touched them and they were healed
Or even if someone just touched your cloak they were forever changed
You let a broken women bathe your feet in her tears
And you washed your best friend’s feet
I am just wondering though did you just ever hug people

I mean I know that it is a silly question and all I am sure you would have why wouldn’t you
But its one of those things that was never mentioned that got me thinking about it

And how whenever there was a touch from you sins were forgiven and sickness fell
I think I’m caught up in my sins last time I checked all my body parts were properly working, nothing special here
I am just a kid with a heavy heart these passing sunrises and sunsets

I don’t think our encounter would have ended up in the gospels or anything
Because all I really need is a hug
That is ok for me to imagine right
That’s not going to be conflicting with any sort of theology is it
Ok good, then hug me

But not one of these side ways one arm around the neck type hugs
Or the ghetto right hand clasp fists elbows to chest pit pat on the back back
Or you put your right arm over my right arm and I put my left arm over your left arm and we make this weird sort of diagonal thing
Nah none of those

Take your old school carpenter arms and throw them over my upper body leaving my arms dangling underneath yours somewhere and I can barely move them because your squeezing so hard
But don’t pick me up and make my back pop because I hate it when people do that

And hold me, hold me here in your arms until I start to cry because
But I just can’t seem to do it on my own
I have been teary eyed once recently but not even enough for a drip down my cheek
Theres just hurt in my soul that needs to be purged so hold me in this hold pose until the pain is flowing from my eyes and nose

Poem by Bradley Hathaway

I really love this poem.. and for some reason woke up thinking about it… even though I haven’t read it in over a year… I cried the first few times I heard it.. some days I feel it was written about me…

Hope you enjoy it.

My life as a 22 year old is drawing to an end. I will soon be 23.

The thought of 23 is kinda scary. When I was younger, around 16, I thought that people who were 23 were old. I was sure that they had it all together. They had graduated uni, they knew what they wanted out of life and how to get there. They surely weren’t still living at home, studying, working casually, single and still wondering what the future holds. But this is where I have found myself. Does this mean I am disappointed with my 22 years? No, not at all, in fact, looking back over the last 22 years has made me kinda proud and excited to be where I am today and where I am headed in the future.

Sometimes, I think it helps me to look into my past… I find that it explains a lot about the way I think, feel and act about certain things.

I didn’t just turn out this way by accident though. Lots of people have had input into my life. Some good,others not so good.

I have wrestled with the idea of naming some of those that have impacted my life… I know I will forget some people… but that is a risk I will have to take. The following people (or groups of people) have changed my life… (in no particular order).

Matt the builder
Mr Simmons
last year’s interns
Kmart Management (Tom, Doug and John)
Jan and the kids that lived across the road
Asten, Monty, Elida
Bible College lecturers
random customers
old church
my lifegroup (past and present)
dan b
mrs vegas
matty o
UK tour 07

Some of those people have no idea who I am… maybe they walked in and out of my life without stopping but something they said or did made me stop, think and change.

One example is when I was only 15, I was still new at my kmart job and it was my first busy Saturday. There was a line up of customers all around the paint counter, waiting for paint to be tinted, keys to be cut or just an answer to a general question. A group of us workers were squashed in behind the counter serving as fast as possible. An old lady came behind the counter, pushing in front of all the others who had been impatiently waiting. One of the more senior casuals told me to help her. She was looking for batteries, annoyed, I pointed her in the direction. She looked confused and asked me to show her where they were. So, although i didn’t want to, I took her to the battery section. When we got there she pulled an old torch from her handbag.
“What batteries do I need?” She asked. I grabbed the torch, opened it and pulled the old batteries out. I grabbed the correct ones off the shelf and handed them to her. She started crying. I froze. Surely I wasn’t rude enough to make her cry! She proceeded to explain that it was her husband, of over 50 years, who usually did this kind of thing, shopping for batteries. He died the previous week, leaving her all alone. Sure her kids visited but they soon went home, back to their normal lives. Her life would never be normal.

That old lady probably doesn’t realize, but that day I learned a lesson. A valuable one.

I think I will have to do a separate post about the people who have influenced my life because if I write about each of those listed above this post will be epicly long.

I think one of the most rewarding parts of getting older or “growing up”, is the people you find “growing up” along side of you. Those who, over time, you have come to know and love. That is what life is about… those around us.

Take a moment and think about those who have influenced you, maybe it’s someone you are close to, maybe this person doesn’t know you exist. Who are they? What is it that they have said or done that has changed or challenged you in some way?

I love pop music, this is how we do it
It’s politics you can romance to
I love pop music, sprinkle sugar through it,
Philosophy that you can dance to

The price of oil is at an all time high and rising (yeah)
Global warming threatens life as we know it on this planet (ohh ooh)
And leaders have not committed to a plan of action on renewable energy
The food crisis is currently affecting a hundred million people world wide

I love pop music, this is how we do it
It’s politics you can romance to
I love pop music, sprinkle sugar through it,
Philosophy that you can dance to

Turn up the radio
And sing along, like you’re all alone
Turn up the radio
And sing along, like you’re all alone

There are over 6 billion people on this planet and not enough fresh drinking water (we’re in trouble)
Religious intolerance creating geopolitical instability (shine a light)
Politicians battling each other like professional wrestlers (ooh)
Further division is not the answer, division is not the answer

I love pop music, this is how we do it
It’s politics you can romance to
I love pop music, sprinkle sugar through it,
Philosophy that you can dance to

Turn up the radio
And sing along, like you’re all alone
Turn up the radio
And sing along, like you’re all alone

Turn up the radio

Greed and fear seem to be the driving forces of modern life
We’re encouraged to consume and consume with no thought of where it all comes from, and where it all goes
Our lives are accelerating as we fall out of touch with nature and ancient myth
We’re desperately in need of a brand new dream

I love pop music, this is how we do it
It’s politics you can romance to
I love pop music, sprinkle sugar through it,
Philosophy that you can dance to

I love pop music, this is how we do it
It’s politics you can romance to
I love pop music, sprinkle sugar through it,
Philosophy that you can dance to
(Turn up the radio
And sing along, like you’re all alone
Turn up the radio
And sing along, like you’re all alone)

I love pop music, this is how we do it
It’s politics you can romance to
I love pop music, sprinkle sugar through it,
Philosophy that you can dance to
(Turn up the radio
And sing along, like you’re all alone
Turn up the radio
And sing along, like you’re all alone)

I heard this song @ work today.. I hadn’t heard it before.  I really like it. It’s true, because we put music to words suddenly people feel comfortable with any lyrics.  For example, Lily Allen’s song, The Fear, has these lyrics

I want to be rich and I want lots of money
I don’t care about clever I don’t care about funny
I want loads of clothes and f*** loads of diamonds
I heard people die while they are trying to find them

I’ll take my clothes off and it will be shameless
‘Cuz everyone knows that’s how you get famous

I’ll look at the sun and I’ll look in the mirror
I’m on the right track yeah I’m on to a winner

I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore
I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore
When we think it will all become clear
‘Cuz I’m being taken over by The Fear

Life’s about film stars and less about mothers
It’s all about fast cars and passing each other
But it doesn’t matter cause I’m packing plastic
And that’s what makes my life so f***ing fantastic

And I am a weapon of massive consumption
And its not my fault it’s how I’m program to function
I’ll look at the sun and I’ll look in the mirror
I’m on the right track yeah I’m on to a winner

I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore
I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore
When we think it will all become clear
‘Cuz I’m being taken over by The Fear

Forget about guns and forget ammunition
Cause I’m killing them all on my own little mission
Now I’m not a saint but I’m not a sinner
Now everything is cool as long as I’m getting thinner

I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore
I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore
When we think it will all become clear
‘Cause I’m being taken over by fear.

Do we really know what we are listening to?

Do we care?
Check out my favourite band Family Force 5
and my favourite songs Replace Me, Never Let Me Go, Face Down, Get your Back Off the Wall and Wake the Dead

The music i listen to really does shape the way I think and act. Music has challenged me, guided me, pushed me and comforted me. Switchfoot’s song, This Is Your Life, really made me think about what I was doing with my life and where I was headed.
I like that music can so easily bring us together. It somehow links us, we realise that we actually do go through the same type of stuff, we feel the same feelings and want many of the same things.

I like that music can speak to me… even when I don’t want to listen.

At the moment, some of FF5’s lyrics get me…

Crush me, tear me, break me, mold me
Make me what U want me to be”

I’m on my face again
It’s where i should have been
Brings me back to where i found you
Where i first fell for you
No more depending on myself
It’s you and me and no one else
You stretch out your hand
And now it feels like i am falling into
Love, love, love
Can’t get enough of love”

This revolution
Starts when you’re movin'”

and some other bands…

Brandon Heath – “Give me your love for humanity
Give me your arms for the broken hearted
The ones that are far beyond my reach
Give me your heart for the once forgotten
Give me your eyes so I can see”

Starfield- ”
How do we feel? How do we feel?
My Generation is aching for real
Dying for love, crying for truth
My Generation is aching for You”

Sanctus Real – “Be my light in the darkened room
I’m on my face and I’m calling you
I can’t fathom all you’ve done for me
Everytim it finds me on my knees”

“Whatever you’re doing inside of me
It feels like chaos somehow there’s peace
It’s hard to surrender to what I can’t see
but I’m giving in to something heavenly”

Through the use of music we can connect. We can express ourselves. We can share our story. Everyone has a story. Every story is important. So take some time, find out what music your neighbour likes, your boss listens to or your uni mate diggs… you might learn a lot about them. Find out why they like that song or band and their favourite song.


Last weekend, I had the privilege of helping out xxxchurch at sexpo, Brisbane.

I first heard of back in 2004… I checked it out and fell in love with what they were doing. I loved that they saw a problem… and tackled it head on. A problem that was often side-stepped or ignored by churches around the world. Rather than standing on the outside, yelling from the sidelines, words of anger, judgment and disgust, they jumped right in. Unafraid of the ‘sin’ but loving the people. Unashamed of the name they bear, Jesus. Attempting to live and love just as he did/does.
Since 2004, I have been following their website. Checking out regular video blogs, updates and hatemail. They have changed/expanded/grown quite a bit over the years, the T shirts and designs have developed from “porn sucks” to more eye catching images, they now offer free accountability software and the team recently moved from one side of America to the other with the dream of Strip Church. Throughout all this change, the message remains the same, Jesus Loves Pornstars.

Hopefully by now, you can see why I fell in love with this ministry.


When I was given the opportunity to serve with them at Sexpo in Brisbane I jumped at the chance. The days leading up to the porn show I was unbelievably excited and a little nervous. Excited to be a part of something bigger than me and nervous because people had warned me of what goes on in sexpo (how they know… I don’t want to know).


I walked in on day 1… not really sure what to expect… prayed up and ready for action… oh wait… totally wrong choice of words there! I was welcomed by the xxxchurch crew. Sam, Rachel, Brian and Deb. They were so lovely and stacks of fun. I began handing out Bibles… It seemed too easy… People loved them, a few stopped and asked what we were about. Good conversations… who would have thought, coming to a porn show to find out about Jesus. Sure, there were a few people who were disgusted by it, others only stopped to talk to ask me out, or to find out if I was going to strip later, but overall, the response was amazing. We were quickly running out of Bibles, suddenly 3000 Bibles didn’t seem like many.

Here I am handing some Bibles to a couple of girls.

I met some very interesting people over that weekend. From Mr Penis Man, the guy in the white suit selling “adult toys”, a few American booth owners who had flown to Australia simply for sexpo, Mr Condom Kingdom booth owner, the girl that was too embarrassed to tell her Christian family that she was actually working at an “adult toy store” not organising an event and new friends.

The whole weekend wasn’t spent at sexpo, I got to hang out with some pretty awesome Americans. Brian and Deb have an amazing story, one that bought tears to most of our eyes during dinner (fish N chips… my fav!). Also got to hang with Sam and Rachel, incredible couple with such a heart for people and great story to tell.
This weekend, I also learnt a lot about myself.
I learnt that I can relate to a range of different people, entering into their world and find common ground.
I learnt that with God, I can do anything.
I learnt to expect the unexpected… amazing things do happen.. Miracles happen everyday, you just gotta be prepared to look for them rather than try to shrug them off as something else.
I learnt that I am not impressed by people who try to impress others.
I learnt that I tend to judge christians. (… something I need to work on).
I learnt that not a lot surprises me.
I learnt that not a lot shocks me.
I was reminded that everyone has a story, each story is different and amazing.
Since working at sexpo, I have found the most common question I am asked by Christians is “how did you cope with it?” I feel like answering, “oh, it totally messed me up… like I am sooo a sex addict now”… I mean what do they think? Are we (Christians) really that scared of the dark? Is that why we insist on hiding in our churches? Do they not realise that I took my light with me so I could see clearly the whole time? Why isn’t the first question I am asked, “How many Bibles were handed out?” or “What was the response like?” It’s something that annoys me… I guess it’s something you gotta get used to when you step out of the box.

“Why blame the dark for being dark? It is far more helpful to ask why the light isn’t as bright as it could be.” (Rob Bell)

You can read more about it at
and while you’re there…check out

A friend of mine showed me this song last week…
Everytime I hear this chorus I seriously get smashed…
How often do we see things, people and stuff and look the other way without a second thought?
How does God see things differently?
Imagine if the whole world was given God’s eyes… even for just a short time… how would that change the world?

Give me your eyes for just one second
Give me your eyes so I can see
Everything that I keep missing
Give me your love for humanity
Give me your arms for the broken hearted
Ones that are far beyond my reach
.Give me your heart for the ones forgotten
Give me your eyes so I can see

Give me your eyes – Brandon Heath

209 people died in Victoria, Australia last week. Our nation will stop today for a national day of mourning. We, as a nation, have given over $100 million to help those affected; we have given clothes, furniture, cars, food, heath care items, personal care items, kind words and prayer. We have heard all about it in the media for weeks, we have come together from all across Australia and formed a sense of community that didn’t seem to exist before.

Those responsible for lighting the fires that took those lives are sought after, many wanting to see them dead, or at least in jail for the rest of their lives.

209 die. Everyone stops and watches in terror. Even on the other side of the world, USA and UK and others send their condolences, expressing their shock, grief and kind words of encouragement. Even Pupa New Guinea gave $1 Million to help us rebuild and get our lives back to normal.

Every source of media is overfilled with the news, stories, photos, opinions and forecast of the happenings. The morning news has special broadcasts, extending it until lunch time, the nightly news is broadcast live from one of the refuge centers filling our homes with the screams of desperation as we watch as the survivors realise what and who they have lost.

Our newspapers debate what the consequence of arson causing multiple deaths should be. Photos of burnt homes, sad families, large groups of people with no homes, no jobs, lost family, no smiles and who could forget the image of the burnt koala taking water from a fire fighter, are printed on the pages reminding us of what is unfolding.

The internet has up to the minute updates of death tallies, maps of the fires, hotlines to help find lost loved ones, ways to give to those affected and blogs from all around the world offering kind words. Here is the story in brief. There are facebook groups, Twitter updates, myspace bulletions and forums all buzzing with kind words, and offers of help.

Our radios have been playing interviews with survivors each telling their own story of survival, songs dedicated to the lost, those who lost someone and the fire fighting heroes who looked death in the eye and fought it.

209 die in a week in Australia. We all stop. It is a tragedy that affects us all and will take months, even years to rebuild.

26 500 – 30 000* die EVERYDAY due to poverty. Yesterday about 27 000 children died. Today about 26 000 children died and tomorrow another 26 000 children will die.

Few stop. Few take notice.

No national day of mourning.
No media saturated with the faces of those who died.
No one really knows who died.
No survivors telling their story about how they beat hunger.
No tearful mothers sharing with the world the hopes and dreams her son had.
No buzz across the world as we stand together to fight this evil.
No one offering words of hope.
No $100 million given by Australians in a week.
No extended special edition morning news broadcast explaining how and why this happened.
No one is hunting for those responsible for the crisis in order to bring justice, as those responsible is us.

What will it take for us to care?

Are you offended?

Did reading this make you think, “How dare she…” or “How could she..”?

Are you, right now, trying to think of what you have given or done, to justify yourself?

What will it take?

How many lives have to be lost before we stand up and fight?

Let’s open our eyes..

and see what’s really happening…

Here is part of a song – Give me Your eyes – Brandon Heath…

Give me your eyes for just one second
Give me your eyes so I can see
Everything that I keep missing
Give me your love for humanity
Give me your arms for the broken hearted
Ones that are far beyond my reach.
Give me your heart for the ones forgotten
Give me your eyes so I can see

and the bridge from Jon Foreman’s song, Instead of a Show…

give love to the ones who can’t love at all
give hope to the ones who got no hope at all
stand up for the ones who can’t stand up at all

*Stats from global issues

I never really understood what “christian music” was/is. I don’t really get why there is such a divide between christian stuff and secular… books, movies, clothing even video games are labeled. Why do we feel the need to put everything into a little box with nice neat label…? It reminds me of all the mothers who buy those label making machines and go crazy labeling jars in the pantry, school books, boxes, food in the fridge, crates in the cupboard.. in order to organise everything.. I guess it stops them from losing stuff… or finding things in the wrong places so they always know exactly what to expect.

What makes music christian?

Is it music that is about God?

Do all the band members have to be christian?

Do any of the band members have to be christian?

What if the band members are christian but the song is about something other than God?

What if the band releases their album on the ‘mainstream’ market?

What if the band members are christian but they don’t openly announce to the world their current spiritual state?

Do christians have to like christian music?

Does listening to secular music make a person less a christian?

For a song to be about God/Jesus does the song need to use the words God or Jesus?

Jesus died on the cross to save people, not bands, not music… people, right?

It’s funny how we (Christians) can so easily point the finger and say “look at what he did!” and “How could anyone do that?” and “What was he thinking?!” and judge (subtlety of course)… but I was thinking about it on Saturday, (work was fairly quiet and I was in a deep thinking mood)… I was also thinking about other issues that Christians so quickly point the finger and “judge” on, such as abortion, porn, self harm, homosexuality, depression, substance abuse and crime…

We (Christians) seem to have the monopoly on what is ‘right’ and anything else is wrong. So often we seem to express our opinions by telling an expecting girl that abortion is murder, by telling a pornstar that what she is doing is wrong and disgraceful, by telling a young girl that sleeping around is dirty and desperate and the Bible says “No” and the consequences are eternity in hell. But who are we to come into their lives at that point? where were we (the church) when the young girl was looking for love in the wrong places? Did we show her that Jesus’ love is pure and more powerful and fulfilling than any boy she could hook in with? or were we too busy telling her the Bible says “NO” to sex b4 marriage?
Where were we (the church) when the young boy was looking for acceptance and started doing drugs? Were we there to show him that God accepts him no matter what the boy’s father may think or say to him? Were we there when he got beat up at school?
Where were we when a father looking for help with getting his life together, as his wife left him? Where were we when nothing he did seemed good enough? Where were we when he lost it and did an extreme act, which he will never forget as long as he lives, neither will his other kids, or his ex-wife? I hope rather than simply pointing a finger and saying “the bible says ‘thou shall NOT KILL’ How could you!?!” We are praying, praying for him, for his other kids, for his ex-wife, for his other family, for all parents who sometimes struggle and don’t know this awesome God that we have to help us out in tough times…

I guess the point I’m attempting to make is that we need to be there for people always, not just when things go really against what we would do… or when we get offended. We need to show people that Christ isn’t about a bunch of rules but rather love.