My name is Brian. I’m a recovering pastor. And this is my confession. Yes, I’ve been a pastor before. I’ve even quit “for good” twice. I want to confess something to you that many “professional” clergy know, but hesitate to admit. Source: Pexels Confession of a Recovering Pastor Why do we not enjoy admitting this? Many individual […]
Hi, it’s Lindsey! I’m over at Songbird and a Nerd today talking about the kind of Jesus I need.
My kids were watching a happy little Christian t.v. show. You know, the kind from the 80’s that airs on some random public station, over the antenna. The one with the ultra cheesy choreography and bad music. My kids were watching that. It’s not what I would have chosen for them, but let’s be honest. Sometimes I just don’t care what they watch. I’m raising a toddler and a preschooler, and there are times that I’m simply thankful to have a moment to breathe.
I don’t know about you, but I have a vivid imagination. So much so that I can create heartache where there isn’t any. If you Googled the term “negative forecasting”, I think you’d see my headshot. I come about this trait honestly as I have been dealt a pretty crappy hand and the fallout […]
I spent the first twenty-eight years of my life in church. Sunday and Wednesday service, youth group leadership, conferences and plays and musicals and choir concerts, mission trips and car washes and bake sales, oh my! These days my relationship with the institution is…strained. I’m there when I want the fellowship, or have a friend […]
Last week, I had the distinct honor of speaking to two groups of high school students in New York. My friend and colleague, Sarah Fader, and I talked about mental health, stress, self-care, bullying, and panic disorder. At the end of each session, we answered questions from the class (always my favorite part of any […]
In Episode 010 of the #AskSteveAustin Podcast, I tackle the idea that our humanity matters more than our religious labels. More than any other episode, this one is all about messy grace. In conversation, people tend to struggle with the idea that I’m a former pastor. For them, the concept of former means I must […]
I’m left in awe that God, in all of His splendor and majesty and beauty and purity somehow finds grace for the father who rapes his daughter. The mother who breaks her child’s arm in a drug-induced rage. The teenager who has a stupid one-night stand and lets that boy talk her into killing her innocent baby. For the grandfather who never has time for his family.
The insanity of GOD is that grace is available, equally for them. And for me. Not subpar grace. Not heavenly leftovers. Full, unending, marvelous, matchless, messy grace.