"A while back a former gang member came to our church. He was heavily tattooed and rough around the edges, but he was curious to see what church was like. He had a relationship with Jesus and seemed to get fairly involved with the church. After a few months, I found out the guy was no longer coming to the church. When asked why he didn’t come anymore, he gave the following explanation: “I had the wrong idea of what church was going to be like. When I joined the church, I thought it was going to be like joining a gang. You see, in the gangs we weren’t just nice to each other once a week—we were family.” That killed me because I knew that what he expected is what the church is intended to be. It saddened me to think that a gang could paint a better picture of commitment, loyalty, and family than the local church body. The church is intended to be a beautiful place of community. A place where wealth is shared and when one suffers, everyone suffers. A place where when one rejoices, everyone rejoices. A place where everyone experiences real love and acceptance in the midst of great honesty about our brokenness. Yet most of the time this is not even close to how we would describe our churches."

"The Holy Spirit is funny, and He’s sneaky, and He’s courageous, and He’s everywhere. And He’s wonderful…He’s wonderful. And He’s a comforter. He knows what I need in every moment. I could just curl up and just lay on Him. He knows everything. He knows every aspect of my life. He knows me thoroughly. He knows what I’m great at and He knows what I’m working on. And He’s real…He’s tangible. He’s right here."