But, it’s time. What I write here has to change, because I have been changing. So rapidly. So furiously. I cannot keep up with what the Holy Spirit is doing. I am barely nipping at His heels as He beckons me “Come…”

“Unfiltered.” That was the word my husband heard in bed last night. You should write about this, Nicole. All of it. Unfiltered.

This? I asked. Are you sure? Because, this…this is a lot. Too much. I couldn’t possibly. But I knew he was right. I knew God wanted this written.

Before I begin, I will tell you that I am afraid–afraid of man–fearful that some of you might judge me, call me crazy, disregard my experiences, and move me from the “cool Christian” column to the “weirdo, charismatic, whack-job Christian” one.

But it’s time because nothing else matters right now. What Jesus is doing in my life is what He wants me to write about. It will be different. It will be shocking to some and unbelievable to others.

Yet it’s all Truth.

So…

I went to bed a few nights ago with the familiar pain I have come to know so well climbing and making its way back. I had recieved three days of relief following a series of trigger point injections, but now, as I lay down to sleep the pain threatens to keep me awake. I drift off to sleep however, and am awoken at 1:30 a.m. by my daughter who has a stuffy nose.

In a zombie like state, I tuck her back into bed only to have my husband abruptly get up from bed rambling something about an intense dream he just had that he needed to write down immediately.

Dreams from the Lord are common in our home and in our church. Since knowing Jesus at age 16, He has often spoken to me through prophetic dreams. I think nothing of Jonathan’s dissappearance from our bedroom and I fall back asleep.

Minutes later, I sense him climb back into bed. I am in this moment, half asleep, half not. With my eyes closed I see and hear an arrow whizzing by my head, it arches above me and then strikes me. And with it, a black shadow falls upon my chest. A demon. I am instantly struck with fierce pain and ringing in my ears.

I immediatly awake and say “Jonathan, a demon is on me.”

“I know,” he responds quickly. “My dream was about Satan.”

Then my husband sets about praying for me. As he prays for this evil spirit to leave, I feel as though someone is pressing upon my throat, trying to choke me, trying to silence me. Then it is gone.

There is something, some presence to my left however. I can see the shadows moving in darkness of my room. There are three more, Jonathan tells me. He prays and then we begin to sing:

Holy, Holy, Holy

Lord God Almighty

Early in the morning, our song shall rise to thee

Gone. They vanish. Sent away by the power and authority of Jesus Christ. Jonathan begins to tell me his dream. In it, Satan deceives him, falsely acuses him of murder, and leaves him to rot.

But, as in the case in our earthly experience, the church body comes alongside of him–of us–and bears the burden with us, bringing freedom.

As Jonathan recounts his dream to me, I realize that I too had a dream. I too was accused in my dream. I too saw the face of Satan, distorted and warped. And as this reality strikes me, knowing that Satan was there, in my dream attempting to harm me, I felt the Holy Spirit fall upon me in the gentlest and yet most profound way.

And I began to weep–overwhelmed by the presence of the Lord, feeling in that moment the grief of the Lord that His chosen one would be so attacked, so accused. I felt God weep in my own spirit.

Jonathan comforted me and we began to pray more. By now some time has passed and we still feel like there is more to do. God is not done.

And as it often happens between us, when the Lord desires to bring us closer to one another but also to offer us spiritual covering, He tells us to have sex. It happens like this–a brief touch under the sheets as we pray send shock waves. What would normally be a nothing, suddenly feels like something. I think “Hmmm, I feel like we should have sex,” and before I can finish the thought Jonathan  chimes in.

And then we know what God is up to, inviting us to worship Him and love one another in one intimate wonderful act. And so we do, happily.

Following that, you would think we would have just drifted off to sleep…and we tried. But, as we did Jonathan saw a picture from the Lord regarding our children. He saw inventory rooms, stock rooms like those at a retailer, filled with stock. Each of our children, according to their age and spiritual maturity had varying amounts of “spiritual stock” in the rooms.

We felt compelled now to pray for them, our children. We prayed over each and as Jonathan prayed aloud for Tolan, our middle child, he began to weep.

Tolan is sensitive, emotional, often discontent, and delayed a bit in his speech. We have worried from time to time about his development and how he will be as a man. But as Jonathan prayed for him, the Lord said “Where Tolan is weak in his speech, he will be mighty for Me.”

Tears streamed down both of our faces. Overwhelmed by the loving kindness of the Lord, of His battle on our behalf, of Him and all that He is.

The very next day, Jonathan recounted the word the Lord had spoken about Tolan to a friend of ours. Immediately this friend began to prophesy to Jonathan that our family bloodline would know the Lord–that His eyes would be upon them always. More tears.

And this story is my story…

It is all real and filled with the power and testimony of Jesus Christ. And this story is my life in an ongoing way. This is my reality. I am living a life surrounded by and filled up with a supernatural, mighty, speaking, and active God.

And this God is your God too. He is all of these things to not only me, but to you, as well. He longs to speak to you in new and life-giving ways. That is my prayer for you and my continued prayer for myself–that in making Jesus the Head, and allowing the Holy Spirit to lead, the voice and will of God will be made known.

Where freedom lives also and hope springs anew. Where the “ordinary Christian life” is impossible. Where darkness cannot live and the Lord God reigns. Where we see Him face-to-face.

I’d love to read your reaction, whatever it may be. Thoughts? Any of them. Share with me please.

[insert hyped-up infomercial guy's voice] But, wait there’s more…

This is a book that will jar you out of your “Christian rut” and give you new eyes for looking at EVERYTHING. It’s a quick, inspiring, and entertaining read. I promise. In fact, God’s Favorite Place on Earth already spoke into my own life in a very specific and profound way.

All that to say, you should buy this book. Buy it now. And me saying that means something because this is the first book I have ever heavily endorsed on this blog.

Here’s the sweetest part: if you get the book between May 1st to May 7th, you will also get 25 FREE GIFTS from 15 different authors including Leonard Sweet, Jeff Goins, Andrew Farley, Steve McVey, DeVern Fromke, Pete Briscoe, Frank Viola himself, and many others. Ahh-maazing, right?

Over 47 Christian leaders have recommended the book, including me.

Here is my endorsement for  God’s Favorite Place on Earth:

“God’s Favorite Place on Earth” illuminates the town of Bethany, welcoming us to visit and, in doing so, gain a powerful and irreplaceable picture of our Lord. Viola effortlessly weaves together a compelling narrative with practical wisdom, offering a fresh, imaginative, and exciting new vision of Jesus Christ, while also challenging our thinking to make room for this new revelation of an incredibly intimate and altogether real Christ.”

Nicole Cottrell, blogger at modernreject.com

The premise of the book is simple and 100% Biblical: when Jesus was on the earth, He was rejected everywhere He went . . . from Bethlehem, to Nazareth, to Jerusalem. The only exception was the little village of Bethany.

The curtain opens with Lazarus, who is now ready to die, telling the incomparable story of Jesus’ interactions with him, Martha, and Mary. God’s Favorite Place on Earth blends drama, devotion, biblical narrative, and first-century history to create a riveting book that you’ll find difficult to put down. Within each narrative, the common struggles Christians face are addressed and answered.

I am inviting you to visit GodsFavoritePlace.com to get hooked up with your 25 FREE GIFTS, read a Sampler of the book, and watch a compelling video trailer. You’ll be happy you did.

P.S. I wasn’t paid or perked in any way for this endorsement. I just genuinely love the book (and Frank Viola) and wanted to share it with you.

Just for kicks, what’s the best book you’ve read lately?

Now, I glance at my Bible from time to time. Or read, really read, once a week wherein God gives me some perfectly timed, needed encouragement or admonishment. I’ve ditched the church-imposed idea of morning/daily quiet times. 

But, some of us have begun to reduce the Bible to a series of catchphrases or quotes. As if the Bible is analogous to the latest bestselling self-help book:

7 Easy Verses to a Better Life

Read the Bible to Win at Life

Success: It’s only 5 Short Verses Away

Because the Bible is a lot of things, but one thing it is not is the Christian version of self-help non-fiction.

More than that, when crisis strikes, as it always and inevitably does, that is when so many us begin frantically quoting scripture–pulling out all of the usuals:

For we walk by faith, not by sight.

I can do all things, through Christ who strengthens me. 

For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.

We begin quoting verses we haven’t read in months, maybe years. We tend to cling to the Bible and its contents as a miraculous cure-all, imbued with the power to “fix” our messy situation. In that moment, the Bible becomes our magic wand, our rabbit in the hat, our hail mary, reduced to nothing more than superstition.

And why do we read the words of God? Why read the Bible in the first place?

We are not called to be Bible-quoters. We are called to be over-comers.

This Christian life isn’t simply about quoting the Bible, it’s about becoming the Word.

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.

And if Christ was the Word made flesh, and we are His body, then we too are living by the Word.

The Living Word itself–that is Jesus–lives in us.

“You are strong, and the word of God abides in you, and you have overcome the evil one.” 1 John 2:14

Think on that. Let that trip you out for a minute…

It is not enough to reach for scripture when trouble comes or when things feel impossible. It is not enough to casually and callously throw around scriptures in an attempt to use them as a bandaid for our hemorrhaging lives.

Because it is so much more…

It’s the difference between quoting scripture only when a need arises or letting scripture transform us on an ongoing basis. One is reactionary, the other proactive. One is patching holes, the other being made whole.

Not just Bible-quoters, but over-comers. Not patched up, but wholly new.

Thoughts? Reactions? Do you ever use the Bible as a quotable self-help book? Do others around you? How do we stop?

I couldn’t articulate what I was feeling and the more that my husband asked me to explain myself, the more frustrated we both became.

I felt deeply sad and yet passionately angry.

The pull between those two emotions was so overwhelming that I spent the day doing the only thing I know to do when things fall apart…

Retreat.

I pulled inside and remained there. Furiously trying to reconcile these feelings, begging God to do something…anything.

The reason:

The night before I sat in my own living room, across from a friend, a sister in Christ, a member of my own church family–and listened as I was accused of something I did not feel I had done.

I was told that in an earlier encounter I had been “severely harsh,” in my tone. I have long been told that I am “direct, assertive, authoritative, forward,” but never harsh. Not once has someone told me that my tone was “severely harsh.”

Now, I sat feeling as though I was being reprimanded by two other individuals and was asked to apologize  for my tone. Not the content of my words, not the feelings those words had perhaps wrongly induced, but for my tone.

And so I did. I apologized for something I did not feel I had done. I asked the Lord to bear the fruit of gentleness in me and to never allow me to get to a place where I excuse bad behavior with the line “Well, that’s just how God made me.”

It is an especially hard thing when hurt comes from within the Body. But it does and it will.

This felt like being sideswiped, however. As if I were sitting quietly in a car, minding my own business, only to be slammed into at full speed by a semi-truck.

Carnage followed.

I awoke battered and bruised, mis-trusting and uncertain. No longer wanting to speak or ever open my mouth again, for that matter. And I awoke feeling pulled between hurt and hope, between my flesh and the Spirit, between being overtaken and overcoming.

You know those moments when God is so obvious that it is almost laughable? When His fingerprints are so clearly all over a situation that no one can deny it was Him?

As I sat feeling hurt and a bit betrayed, I started to read a book that I was asked to review. It was a book by one of my favorite people, the ever-brilliant and forward-thinking Frank Viola. But, I did not want to open the book and begin reading. I wanted to crawl into bed and feel sorry for myself.

But I read and as I did, this is what God had scrolled out across the page:

If you are a Christian, you too will face rejection. You will face it from those who don’t know the Lord and who are hostile to His ways.

“In fact, everyone who wants to live a godly life in Christ Jesus will be persecuted.”

But the rejection that cuts the deepest is that betrayal which is inflicted by your fellow brothers and sisters in Christ. If you choose to follow the Lord seriously, you will face rejection from some of God’s people.

I read on and felt as though God had written these very words for me, in this very moment. You know those moments? When the Creator of the Universe, drops into your bedroom and makes Himself comfortable?

I continued reading and was reminded that in following Christ, I am choosing to share in His sufferings. I was reminded that my Lord knows rejection and was rejected in the house of His friends.

I was reminded that: “Criticism and rejection are God’s tools for liberating His servants from human control and the desire to please men.”

I was reminded that I could allow this experience to create a wall between myself and the Lord, between this fellow saint and myself, or I could choose freedom.

I could surrender my will, my self-serving flesh, my stinking pride to the hands of God to re-shape and mold me to look more like Christ…or I could not. I could seek to please man or to please God. Fear man or fear God.

And with my flesh writing and screaming at me, telling me to just give up, to forget this whole “church is a family” line, to run–hell sprint in the other direction…I paused and grieved. I cried over what had been lost, but also felt the smallest flicker of hope for what was to come…

Christ glorified. Hopefully in me.

Now and always.

Have you ever been rejected by someone in the church? How did you move forward? What did God reveal to you through it? Any advice for me?

Although you don’t know me and I am just one of thousands of people who have reached out to you following the tragic loss of your son, please know that I count you as a brother in Christ.

You are my family, bound by the blood of Jesus, separated only by time, destined to spend eternity together worshipping the Most High.

And as my family, when you grieve, I grieve. My heart breaks and aches for the loss you experienced and the pain you must now endure. I look at my own children and hold them closer, knowing that they are not truly mine. They belong to the Lord.  And God, in His remarkable love and kindness, entrusts us with these gifts. We are honored to shepherd them, for His namesake.

I desire to encourage you too, in the love, dedication, commitment, and hope you seemed to have displayed towards Matthew. On never giving up on him, on never surrendering, on continuing to stand in the gap, on trusting the Lord with your dear son.

The road of mental illness is often a long, winding, dark, and treacherous one. Even as Christ shines His light, the road remains cloaked in shadows of the unknown.

And nothing, absolutely nothing you did or did not do, allowed this tragedy to take place. You are not responsible for his death. I pray that you are able to ignore and cast off the voices of so-called “Christians” who would have you believe that you failed as a father. Or that your faith or theology or book sales prevented you from fathering well, thus leading to this loss.

Those are lies. All of them.

Christianity and the pursuit of Christ is not a depression-free zone. Following Jesus is not the guarantee of an easy life, or a perfect life, or a tied-up-in-a-pretty-bow-life. More so, Jesus does not promise us that mental illness will vanish. He promises to be with us, as we walk through it, suffer alongside our loved ones, and when tragedy strikes leaving us raw and wounded.

Despite what others would have you believe, I expect that you will stand face-to-face with Matthew in heaven, in the presence of our Lord Jesus–where they will be no more pain or sorrow.

I pray that those whose words attempted to undermine the power of a redeeming God would be convicted and silenced. I pray that what the enemy would attempt to use for evil, God will use for good. I pray that Christians see your loss as their own, another member of the body broken and bruised, and learn in this time what it is to come alongside our brethren–to weep with them and weep for them.

Finally, I pray that the unending, supernatural, and unfathomable peace of Jesus Christ will guard your heart and mind, and that of your family. I ask the Father to pour out His love, thick and all-consuming, like a balm to your spirit and a salve to your soul.

Know that so many of us are praying and will continue to do so, that Christ might be glorified, now and always…

with love and heartache,

Nicole

My daughter began to refer to this meeting as “Bible study” and she looked forward to going each week. From the age of 2 until almost 6, she attended this small group and I can only imagine how much she gleamed in that time.

But as our family was re-directed by the Lord to leave traditional church and set about starting an organic church, both mine and Jonathan’s language had to change…and so did Riley’s. Each Saturday, our home is filled with 25 adults and almost as many children, where we gather corporately to worship Jesus.

Riley would geek out each Saturday morning, as the extrovert in her could hardly stand the few hours that had to pass before her church family arrived. “I can’t wait for Bible study!” she would yell.

Jonathan and I realized that we needed to correct her language, just as the Lord had corrected ours. This is not Bible study, we told her. This is church. We are the church. This is a family and this is our corporate gathering–where we all come together. But you, and your brother, and mom and dad, and any and everyone who loves Jesus is “The Church.” How cool is that….?

Perhaps it seems a small thing too. The very concept has become so trendy now: “We are the church.” But tell this to a six-year old who loves Jesus and watch it become meaningful and powerful once again.

But I won’t lie, I’m still grappling with this—still trying to grow in discernment of what it really means to be the Body. A foot, a hand, a heart, an arm–all as one functioning with the express purpose of glorifying Jesus Christ as Head.

And there’s all that other pesky and sometimes not-so-fun-stuff that creeps up too. Living in unity, regarding one another as more important than yourself, laying down your life for your brethren. The toughness of shared life…and the sweet sweetness of it too.

——

The other day, Chad a brother and friend in my church family, said during our gathering: “I don’t know why they call it ‘Bible study.’ I don’t read the Bible to study it. I read the Bible to study God.”

Yup. That.

I wished I had said it or at least thought it. I knew I would steal it because as Chad does so often, he sits quietly observing, listening to us and the Spirit, and then produces a gem that I scoop up and plop into my pocket, only to pull it out and stare at its many facets again and again.

And everything I am experiencing right now is that. Is this: that if it does not illuminate the Person of Jesus Christ, well then, what’s the point?

This family of saints that I count myself crazy blessed to be a part of, is showing me each and every day what Jesus really looks like: He is gracious, patient, selfless, funny, provocative, fearless, prone to fits of laughter, quick to lay on hands, filled with the Spirit, and drenched in the Father’s love.

Oh, it’s all in the Bible too, to be sure. But it’s also right in front of me, tangible and true.  The Bible speaks of Jesus, in all truth. My church family shows me Jesus, in all truth.

His Body. Not a Bible study, not a small group, not a weekly meeting, not a Sunday service. He can be in all those things, but really, He is just everything. Always. And He looks like my best and closest friends, my family, and my God.

Okay, so I rambled a bit, but hopefully you get it…or got something. Your turn. What is Jesus looking like to you these days? How are you seeing Him the most? Where are you seeing Him the most?

“He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.” Revelation 21:4

If I walked into a store and you were selling a bag of manure and I bought it from you, well, that manure would be mine. That bag of sh*t, literally. And for no reason would you attempt to buy back that bag of crap. Why would you? For what purpose? To once again have it strapped to your back, reeking and soiled, putrid and profane…

Because, I now own it–bought and paid. I can do with it what I please and you can no longer make any claims over the bag’s contents.

But what we so often do, is let Jesus buy our bag of manure–our sin, our past, our shame, our regret–and then we secretly act as though we still own it.

We refer to our bag of manure in conversation, in prayer, in public, and in private. We rummage through the bag in our minds, constantly sorting and filing, all of its disgusting contents. Sometimes, in our grave misunderstanding of the cross, we attempt to buy back the bag from Christ, believing that perhaps it was never His in the first place– falsely believing that it is still somehow for sale.

We attempt to live in that same sin. Fall back into old patterns. Stumble into destruction. We try to re-claim it. Return to it. Re-use it.

I’ve done it. I’m guilty of acting as though my sin was still “my sin.” I revisited my past sin again and again, acting each time as though it was still a reality. This is not to say that God doesn’t want to bring healing to our pasts, but the sin we once committed is not ours any longer. We cannot re-purchase it. We cannot lay claim to it.

Because the reality is, that bag of manure is not for sale. It is not for sale, not only because it is not ours…but, rather because it does not exist.

Scripture doesn’t simply tell us we are free from sin. It tells us that in Christ, we actually don’t need to sin. We are freed from ever sinning again. This is difficult for me to wrap my mind around at times, I admit, but it is truth.

Through the power of the cross and the indwelling of the Holy Spirit we could actually live sinless lives (we won’t, but we could). And that is powerful. That is freedom. That our sin was not only bought by Jesus Christ by His own blood, but that our sin is gone forever.

Non-existent.

Forever forgotten.

Vanished.

Amen.

Are you guilty of thinking this like this from time to time? What sin have you clung to? Has God changed your mind yet?

We’ve all seen the paintings that hang on church walls and in elderly ladies homes–Jesus in His traditional white robe, surrounded by lambs and children, whilst His long dark hair blows softly in the wind.

But, is this really Jesus?

Was the Son of Man really a mix of a Ken doll and Romeo? Probably not. Many Bible scholars actually believe (and not that they are always right) Jesus was, in fact, ugly.

Yes…our ugly Savior. And so what if He was ugly, what does that matter?

Actually, it matters a lot…

Isaiah 52:14-53:3 is often referred to as the passage of the “Suffering Servant” and many believe these verses speak of Jesus:

“Just as there were many who were appalled at him– his appearance was so disfigured beyond that of any man and his form marred beyond human likeness…He had no beauty or majesty to attract us to him, nothing in his appearance that we should desire him. He was despised and rejected by men, a man of sorrows, and familiar with suffering (NIV).” 

If we believe this verse speaks of Christ, than we acknowledge that Jesus was indeed ugly. If anything, according to this scripture, He was almost repulsive. “Disfigured” and “marred.” He was the man you would look away from while passing him on the street. He was the man you would not make eye contact with, so as to avoid staring upon his appearance for too long.

Jesus accepting to live in human form, and to do so as a unattractive, potentially hideous man, speaks to His divine humility:

“[Christ] Jesus: Who, being in very nature God,…,but made himself nothing, taking the very nature of a servant, being made in human likeness. And being found in appearance as a man, he humbled himself…” Philippians 2:5-8

More than that, Jesus choosing to come and grow as a man disfigured and marred speaks to His contempt of that which the world loves.  An ugly savior reminds us of our need to love the unlovely and the unlovable. It reminds us that God judges the heart, not one’s outward appearance.

To be sure, Jesus enraptured all of the beauty of the Lord, but it was not beauty to look upon, but rather spiritual beauty to behold.

Jesus is a friend to the forgotten, a hope for the hopeless, a hand to the untouched. Wouldn’t it follow that He chose to resemble so many of those He came to save? The disfigured, the scarred, the broken, the crippled?

We don’t like to think of our Jesus as ugly. We certainly don’t like to think of Him as almost repulsive to look upon–with nothing in his appearance that we should desire him. We would rather take our Jesus handsome and comely, a perfect looking Savior.

But, I like the idea of this ugly Jesus who chose to take human form and, in doing so, remain lowly–not elevating Himself in any way, including in His physical appearance.

An ugly Savior reminds us that external beauty is fleeting and vaporous. It reminds us that Christ suffered in so many ways, and perhaps as a man, people avoided Him because He was not lovely to behold. An ugly Jesus reminds us that our God is not concerned with appearance, but the heart. It reminds us that our God is not constrained by worldly standards or influenced by earthly desires.

Jesus climbed onto that cross willingly and offered Himself as a final grotesque and yet glorious sacrifice -whipped, stabbed, bleeding, broken, and forgotten. Not beautiful, yet all together wonderful.

How do you imagine Jesus? What image comes to your mind when you think of Him? And have you ever actually seen Jesus? 

image: http://www.flickr.com/photos/epsos/

[Time to get excited.] Let’s pretend it’s Friday, shall we? I’m a little excited myself.

So, in honor of the newly resurrected Friday Findings, I’m switching things up a bit. Yes, you’ll still find the usual amazing, poignant, and yet simultaneously trivial links to the random stuff I like. But I will also be adding a few extra goodies:

From now on, each Friday I’ll be sharing with you my Favorite Blog Comment of the Week and Tweet of the Week. That means if you leave some uproarious, or deeply touching, or painfully brilliant comment on the blog, I’ll share it here on Friday Findings. I’ll also send you a virtual hug and fist pump. Score! Same goes for the best tweet of the week.

Which means if you don’t comment on MR or follow me on Twitter, you can’t win. And yes, it’s a contest. And yes, you know you want to win. So get on it.

Now onto the links and stuff:

Did this really happen? I cannot imagine the terror, but I can imagine it making a suh-weet Hollywood flick staring Ryan Gosling.

Oh, Frank. You can do no wrong. And this series on rethinking spiritual gifts is about as good as it gets. Read it and be challenged.

This is an oldie, but goodie from Carlos Whitaker about “professional church people.” My thoughts exactly.

My friend Arianne recently launched her exquisite beauty of a new site called Mabel + Riv. It is just about the prettiest thing around and not only that, it is filled with the depth, richness, and perfection of Arianne’s words. Go now and be happy you did.

I almost committed suicide, but…A reminder (for me mostly) that God can use any person, any church, anything to offer hope.

Brilliance and one of the best articles I’ve ever read about women and body image issues.

All writers lie and they are especially good at lying to themselves.

How to overcome a creative block, from Alice Bradley, one of the funniest and wittiest writers around.

My Favorite Read of the Week: from Rachel Held Evans and happens to be my favorite thing she has ever written. Truly.

Comment of the Week: From Gunnar “This was epically awesome.” Well, thank you.

Tweet of the Week: Didn’t really have one, so get on it already.

And a super big thanks for helping Modern Reject land on the Church Relevance Top 200 Ministry Blogs list for the 3rd time in a row! You rock!

Whatcha got to share with me?