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So…as I think about the new transition that’s on the horizon for me, I can’t stop thinking about film concepts and image designs. In a couple of months, I’ll be our church’s new Creative Arts Pastor. I preferred Creative Arts Director, but since I hold a pastoral license the consensus was to tag on my calling in the pastorate to my title.

No big deal!

Either way, I’m excited about the blank canvases I get to work with, connecting our worship arts team together, forming a more cohesive unit. I imagine what it’d be like to experiment with how our music team collaborates with our dance team in ways that we’ve yet to tap into. I chuckle with eagerness about the possibilities of enhancing our services with a lighting system that we’ve only scratched the surface with. And I dive into waters of elation dreaming of the limitless moments of fun-filled screen shots with our media team.

Speaking of which, it’s the filming and editing part that I get most exuberant about. I studied journalism in college with a minor in creative writing, so it goes without saying that I anticipate being able to use my training. Even more so, I get excited thinking about the opportunity of using my gifts and my talents to communicate God’s message of hope and love.

And, what it comes down to, is the opportunity to tell countless stories of God moving in and throughout humanity. Subjects, in relationship to God, transformed and moved for a greater purpose. Stories crafted to encourage both God’s people and people who’ve chosen to reject His love. Vignettes that capture a moment of newness and rebirth.

Life…captured on the screen.

How about you?

What excites you most about life and the opportunities placed before you?

Let’s talk.

God Divine?!

Crippled.

Alone.

Cold from the intravenous drip into my religious ideology.
The world’s theology condoning spiritual apathy.
My faith begins to atrophy.

Believing in God, but living like there is no He.
Lower casing his divine and dividing the trinity.

We…

…justify the Man as less than celestial and wonder why He’s an absentee.
Our prayers are thrown like hail Mary’s to the Father’s gridiron boundary.
We’ve resolved the Holy Spirit as childish fantasy.

Christian Atheism is common place in circles of ecclesial communities.

Christianity is what we do and not what we’re supposed to be.

Crippled.

Alone.

Cold from countless unanswered prayers.
Requests are like skip vinyls on God’s 45 players.
Running from truth, so I pile on layers and layers

Of obscure scriptural interpretations.
Conclude that divination is my own understanding and exposition.
Thereof.

When are we gonna stop playing gods, while blaming the God of creation?
For every willing nation, ironically, His Majesty embraces palpitations
In place of our hesitations.

Jump in the car and let God take you somewhere.
Anywhere.
Anywhere but here.
Here is the intersection of godlessness and self loathing arrogance.
Steering in the wrong direction we run over emergency cones and spike strips.

Emergence in the dead of night, He departed glory and stepped into humanity.

Crippled.

Alone.

Cold from the multitude of icy blank stares,
Yet they were unaware of His redeeming affair.
His glare brightened darkness’ grip and dissolved our despair.

On the cross absorbing spits and insults with no questions asked.
Clasped His wrists on top of the splinter ridden branch.
He is the Tree of Life with streams flowing past our own demise and…

…He took His last breath while time stood still.
He revealed His Glory and all prophecies fulfilled.
We tried to trample over His humility, so His truth concealed.

But it didn’t work.

The Great I Am jammed grace into the lungs of death.
Left perplexed, evil scattered as far as the sun’s rest,
Buried in the Pacific’s oceanic depths.

Crippled.

Alone.

Cold from the blow of defeat.
Inhales are louder than frantic pitter pattering feet.
Racing elsewhere and back over blood stained streets.

Dissolution lie destitute and abandoned.
No remorse for its lies and shenanigans.

Defeated.

God victorious.

Creation rescued.

Healed.

Glorious.

Redeemed.