So yesterday was a great day. I woke up and went to a great church in the area and really enjoyed their presentation of the gospel. I went to lunch with some of my close friends and then proceeded to spend the rest of the day with my good friend Rick. He and I are very much alike and share a common love for doing what I call "stupid guy crap" which translates into...whatever holds our attention for more than 15 minutes at a time. This included going over future plans to create an internet business and make millions, co-authoring a book about spiritual gray issues, throwing basketballs from full court, sitting in my apartment destroying leftovers from Chili's and Five Guys, grocery shopping (random, yet amusing) and playing tennis while these stinky French people cooked fish at the grill station next to us.

One thing I did notice during our time around my apartment complex was the strong sense of community not just between Rick and I, but more noticeably, amongst the people at the teenagers at the pool, the families having cook-outs, the little kids playing on the playground, and the others walking their dogs. It just felt good to watch.

It makes me think of the kind of community I want to see and produce at my church, The Connection Point. So I did some minor research and here's what I found:

The word community can be defined as a social group of any size whose members reside in a specific locality and often have a common cultural viewpoint or setting. I also realized that the underlying root within the word community is unity. And unity can be described as a state of being one, or an absence of diversity. I then found that word unity is used 235 times in the New Testament alone. In its hebrew form, ei|ß (pronounced "hice") the direct translation is "one."

And although it's so simple and almost redundant to be explained, I just felt as though God was confirming the simplicity of unity to be through those people yesterday. To be one, to be a fluid, active, living, breathing body...as one. Not that we have to dress the same, look the same, act the same, listen to the same music, or even believe 100% the same... but to just be one. To be one in the spirit, one in truth and one in love.

So I am an official resident of Tampa as of Tuesday night. I emphasize night time to mark the reality of this endeavor because quite frankly, if you can last a night in an apartment with no food, nothing to drink, sparse furnishing, no shower curtain, and a bed with no bed sheets...you are part of the "official" club in the morning.

I have to give God so much praise for His faithfulness and covering in this would-be awkward time of transition. I am learning to rely on him and his grace in my time alone here and it is so rewarding.

I feel like Nehemiah as He was commissioned by God to rebuild the Jerusalem city walls. I don't believe that it was purely out of his anointing or intercession alone that the wall was rebuilt so quickly but more so out of his broken heart for the city that the wall and morale was restored.

Nehemiah had a soft spot for his people and his cause. That was his fuel. I am so inspired by Chapter 4 where it reads, "Those who carried materials did their work with one hand and held a weapon in the other." That is true dedication.

In Chapter 6 it says the wall was completed in a startling 52 days and "not a gap was left in it," sending their enemies to scatter. I think that that finishing statement is so crucial to the model of God's promises - without gaps, no room for error. I feel like God is calling me to be the Nehemiah in my city. To be broken for the people, broken for the cause, to be violent for holiness and unwaivering in integral leadership.

So needless to say...I have a wall to rebuild.

I would personally like to take this brief moment to welcome myself back to the blog world...

Welcome back

Alright, moving on.

It's been quite some time since I've last blogged and my life has taken several twists and turns, mostly for the better. For one, I'm moving to Tampa in 2 days to serve at a new church plant in Citrus Park, The Connection Point. I will be serving along side a team of amazing friends as the Creative Arts Director. This translates into the following: leading worship and heading up the Creative team with graphics/web/service production/whatever Pastor Steve wants. Basically, whatever it takes to connect real people to a real God in a real world as our team mantra would read.

So that's the basic update, and I couldn't be more excited and more aware of the significance of this transitional time in my life. God is putting more weight on me than ever before and the only explanation I can account for is that He really thinks I can carry it. And honestly, there are days where I'm almost convinced that I can't do it...and then I'm reminded of the promise given to us in Philippians 4:13 that says I can do ALL things. And it's not by my strength but that of Christ. I love the promises of God because every where you see promise in the Bible, you also see God's unmerited favor. Think about it, God's promises are always a no-strings-attached package, and to take it even further they are always unconditional and usually undeserved.

In Romans 4:13-15, Paul writes of the famous promise that God gave Abraham—that he and his children would possess the earth—and the beauty of it was that it was not given because of something Abraham did or would do. It was based on God's decision to put everything together for him, which Abraham then entered into when he believed. If those who get what God gives them only get it by doing everything they are told to do and by filling out all the right forms properly signed, sealed, delivered (I'm Yours) then that eliminates personal trust completely and turns the promise into an "ironclad contract" as the Word says.

That's not a holy promise; that's a business deal. I am so thankful that God is not an Indian-giver, nor a profit hungry business man, but a promise keeper to the core.