I Want To Have Courage…


I like to choose a word for the season I find myself in. Sometimes it’s a word that I need to hear, and see and write down over and over again. Sometimes it’s a word that I want to be or that I need to remember that I am. I’ve found that the word I choose shows itself in layers, in different places and in people who I least expect to find it in.

I’m not sure how I go about choosing the word but somehow it finds me. I like to think that God speaks it to my heart in the silence. I’ve come to believe this because my word usually seems to perfectly connect with my season. Strange, I know, but divinely so.

My word in this season is courage. Here’s why this word is connecting with the deepest parts of my soul right now…

Courage is one of those words that means something different for every person and in every situation. Courage is deeply rooted in who we are, in our stories and in the choices we make everyday. Courage is always a choice that we get to make. Courage is something that can grow and it often begins so small and tiny and fragile. Courage is always evolving as we evolve.

I want to have courage.
I want to fight against the voices that tell me I can’t do something.
I want to keep trying, even when all I seem to do is fail.
I want to believe that people can change, if they choose to.
I want to be a person who gives second-chances and more grace.
And in my life, these things demand courage.

I have a friend who recently lost his brother, who was also his best friend. Sometimes when we talk, he tells me that he wishes this could have just happened to someone else, someone who he doesn’t know, someone across the world. Why did it have to be him and his family? He knows that somehow, someday God will redeem this and it won’t hurt so bad, but right now it hasn’t been redeemed. It hurts everyday and he doesn’t know when the anxiety of his grief will hit him next, because that’s what grief does. And so he keeps going, somedays in a complete fog functioning on very little sleep. And some days his grief makes him suffer in silence and other days he shares it. This is courage – to keep going when you’re broken and when your story hasn’t been redeemed yet.

I have another friend whose life hasn’t turned out as she thought it would. She’s been through some things that have ripped her heart out and thrown it in her face. Yet, she’s let these things soften her heart and despite unfulfilled dreams, she keeps asking God what he’s up to next. Sometimes she tells me about the things she’s trying and the places she’s visiting and the things she’s learning on her own and I’m amazed at her. She is a woman of courage, and I don’t even think she knows it.

I recently had a conversation with another friend who has been deeply hurt by people who she thought were on her team. She invested her whole heart into her work only to have it end in a way she never expected. And as she cried the kind of tears that can only come from a broken heart, she talked about wanting to figure out how she can be a person of grace when things haven’t gone as she thought they would because she speaks it, but now she has to live it. She is living courage out in the flesh. And while my heart breaks for her, she is inspiring me with her courage.

Sometimes courage is asking the second question.
Sometimes courage is going to that wedding alone.
Sometimes courage is going back to school when you’re 50.
Sometimes courage is letting yourself say no to another thing.
Sometimes it’s having a conversation that is uncomfortable and awkward.
Sometimes it’s saying I’m sorry.
Sometimes it’s walking through those church doors.
Sometimes it’s asking for help.

Courage is the choice we get to make.

So in this season, I’m learning about what it means to have courage right where I find myself. And my courage may not seem like courage to you, but it’s mine and it’s the stuff that’s changing my heart. And some days for me, courage just means being ok with not being ok because I’m giving voice to the things that shame tells me to keep silent.

So where are you choosing courage? It’s ok to let it start small and fragile because I’m telling you…

It will grow and it will become part of your story and it will make you deeper. But maybe courage isn’t your word for this season. Maybe there’s another word that’s changing and challenging you. And if that’s the case, my prayer for you is simple:


I Was 7 When I learned Shame…

child_in_corner940I was recently reading a book about relationships. The book explored how we learn to act in relationships and what actions are learned behaviours that we picked up somewhere along the way. We all get this choice about whether a relationship is worth us unlearning those behaviours that cause the other person pain (and in turn ends up hurting ourselves) or creates an environment that doesn’t feel like safe space. The choice to unlearn behaviours can be really hard and we often discover some really ugly things about ourselves during the process, but I think that’s the difference between relationships that work and are centered around grace and truth, and those that aren’t.

I’m finding that at the root of many learned behaviours is shame. Shame is that feeling that we are not enough, that what we did or who we are is bad, this sense that we will never meet the bar. Guilt often goes hand in hand with shame and I’ve become convinced that many of us are walking around with this deep sense of guilt and shame. Throughout history, the church has been an excellent producer of shame in people. The strategy to make people feel so guilty and ashamed of themselves that they must get “saved”, or the missionaries who compel us to give money by shaming the way we live so we give out of guilt, instead of joy. Guilt turns life into a “have to” instead of a “get to”. Shame makes us hide in dark corners and tells us we have to struggle in silence or else we will not be accepted.

But how did we learn shame? Can you sit and remember that exact moment when it entered your life, when you first felt like you weren’t good enough?

I sat and thought about this for a while and then it came to me and it brought tears with it, suddenly as I relived that moment in my mind, the sense of shame was so real all over again. Growing up, I was always slightly overweight. I blame my grandmother who introduced me to cinnamon buns as a toddler when I was going through a phase of not eating anything, until I met those buns. Needless to say, I’ve always had a little junk in the trunk. My second grade teacher never really seemed to like me, even though I tried everything I could to make her happy. We were doing a math lesson and all I remember is that she decided that she would weigh each one of us in the class and put the number on the board so eventually we could add them up. I froze. I knew I was a bit heavier than some of the kids but more than that; I didn’t want to step on the scale in front of everyone. I didn’t want them to know how much I weighed. I waited until the end hoping she might forget me by accident. She didn’t. I stepped on the scale and I weighed more than most of the kids in my class. Everyone snickered and whispered things. I sat down at my desk and at the age of 7, I felt complete and utter shame. It was that day that I learned to hate my body, a behavior I’m still trying to unlearn 20 years later. It was that year I developed a stomach disorder because I went to school nervous and worried everyday. What would the teacher make me do, what would the kids say? I was 7 years old when I learned what real shame felt like. Not the kind where your Mom scolds you for hitting your brother, the kind that takes root in your soul and reminds you daily that you are not enough. Not skinny enough, not pretty enough, not smart enough, not tall enough, you are not worthy of love or respect or being treated with equality.

There are few of us that walk around with a sense of entitlement but there are many of us walking around with the sense that we aren’t worthy of anything good.

I have too many conversations with people who tell me they don’t feel like it’s safe to bring their junk into the light; they are too ashamed and too afraid of what others will say. And I get that. The church can be the most frightening place to bring any type of sin and shame to the surface.

And that’s not ok.

And no, it shouldn’t be like this.

This is not how God created us to live. This is the stuff he longs to free us from. And so I don’t want to be silent any more and hide in my dark corner because my shame has made me feel so afraid and so alone.

The truth is that I am not alone and neither are you. You don’t have to struggle alone. I absolutely believe that Jesus doesn’t want to throw another stone at you, he wants you to know that you are loved, you are known and you are seen. And it’s ok. There is more life for you so don’t waste it hiding in the dark.

Like I wrote earlier, the choice to unlearn behaviours can be really hard and we often discover some really ugly things about ourselves during the process. Unlearning to cling to shame and guilt is no different. The process can be messy and bring up stuff we’ve tried so hard to hide and it’s a daily struggle. But I want to be a person who offers grace and truth to people and I can’t do that if I haven’t let those things invade my own life and my own relationships. This is the journey of faith and it’s where Jesus longs to meet us. We were never meant to cower in the corner; we were made to live in the light with other people, working our junk out together.

This is the Jesus way and it’s the stuff that makes for the deepest and most meaningful relationships. So let’s dump the shame and live in grace. We just might discover the “more” we’ve been longing for.

Is being known really worth all the work?

I recently had coffee with a good friend of mine who also happens to be an avid writer. He was telling me how he’s gotten into the habit of getting up at 5am before everyone is awake and all is quiet just so he can have time and space to write. I admire this in many ways. Mostly because I’m the exact opposite of a morning person. I could set my sights on waking up early to write, but I doubt I’d be able to string two sentences together, let alone have them make any sense.

For the most part, I do my writing late at night. When all is quiet and all I can hear is the hum of the air conditioner and the oscillating of the fan. I take in the day attempting to be fully present, and then late at night I sit in my Papa’s chair, which has been passed down to me, and I rock and ponder the day. And sometimes, I want to write it all at once, and sometimes it comes slowly.

It’s funny how we are the same and yet we are so different. One of my favourite things about getting to know someone is learning their quirks. You know those little things that make people weird in their own way. Like sleeping with a fan on all year round, or having to have the toilet paper rolling a certain way, or taking a water bottle to bed, but you forget that there’s one there from the previous night and when you go to change the sheets, you find 10 in the bed! Learning a person’s quirks is what makes me feel like they are really known to me.

It is those quirks that also test our patience and grow our capacity to love someone. It’s one thing to love certain quirks, it’s another thing to know there are ones that you hate. The ones that get under your skin and on a bad day, can make you erupt. In many ways, I feel like I’ve become a student of relationships. By that I mean, I’ve become an observer of how people who are in relationships engage with one another. I listen to how they speak to one another, I watch to see if they actually have fun together, if they build one another up when they are together and when they are apart. I watch to see if they are still trying to get to know the other person after they’ve been together for a few years. Do they really see one another when they are together? Is the other person their safe place?

Over the years, I’ve talked to person after person who tell me things that they feel they could never talk about with their significant other because they don’t feel safe enough to bring it up, or they just don’t talk about things like that. I see patterns form early on in relationships where one person gives and the other just takes. And it doesn’t usually start out this way. So what happens to cause this disconnect, or this breakdown of continually seeking to know the other person? Do we get too busy? Do financial burdens get in the way? Do we just think we know everything there is to know about the person? Do their quirks that we don’t like silently build a wedge into the blind love we once felt?

I think this disconnect is what makes me afraid of marriage. I can control how connected I am, but I can’t control how connected the other person is.

The husbands and wives who after 15 years of marriage, still talk about their spouse when they’re not around like they are their absolute favourite person in the world; the couples who are continually asking each other questions because they want to know the other person more; the boyfriend who looks at his girlfriend, after dating for 7 years, and makes sure she knows that he really sees her ~ these are the small glimpses that make me desire marriage. To spend a lifetime getting to know someone who just wants to get to know you, now that sounds like something worth committing to.

Much of this can be said of friendships (not the romantic kind) too. I’m learning to live with a new roommate and we are having to be really intentional about making time to sit down and talk about things that bother us or things we really appreciate. We both want our home to be safe space, but I’m finding out that creating safe space with someone else takes a lot of work. Taking the time to ask the second question; finding out how that person receives love best; checking in to see how they are really feeling ~ many of these things don’t come naturally to us and so when we first start doing them, it’s weird and unnatural. But this is the stuff that builds friendships and relationships where grace and love flows so freely that it makes others want what you have.

I’m not a morning person, a 9am start is hard enough for me! But I’d like to think that if someone I loved a whole lot really loved having coffee together in the mornings, I’d at least make an effort a couple times a week to get up early just to sit together and drink coffee.

It’s funny how we are the same and yet we are so different.
Many of us long to be known, but are we really willing to put in the time and effort that knowing takes?

It’s my challenge and it’s my fear. But somehow, I think it might be worth it.

I thought God forgot about me…

It’s been over a year since I last wrote.

It’s been a year of transition.

When I graduated last spring, I told myself that this next year would be my transition year. I wouldn’t pressure myself into making a rash decision about where to live or what to do. I would just take my time and wait to see what would happen. And over the days and weeks and months of this year, I feel like I’ve made the transition from child to adult. I know, I know, I’m almost 28, you’d think I’d consider my childhood days long gone, but I’ve held on longer than most.

It was an uncomfortable transition, one that has come with unexpected disappointments and deep hurts. It was realizing that people change and sometimes you can’t go back to the way things used to be. I knew it in my head, but I had to learn it in my heart. And in the midst of tears and pouring out my soul to Jesus (and my Mom), and watching a lot of sappy movies, somewhere in the midst of all that, I changed too. I could feel it in my soul, that this season of uncertainty, of having no clue what I was transitioning into, of loneliness and exhaustion and disappointment, this season was making me deeper. I can’t really explain how I knew it, but my perspective and awareness started to shift.

I often thought about writing during the year, but if I’m honest, I couldn’t bring myself to share any of the things that kept me up at night and weighed my heart down. At the time, it was too raw.

In the midst of my “transition year”, I’ve found myself learning some new things.

I learned how to exercise. Not the once every blue moon or twice a week one month and then skip a month in between. No, I learned how to commit to exercising 4-5 times a week. I learned that I can lift weights and my body will run (in small increments of time). And even if the pounds haven’t poured off of me, learning to exercise has made me feel better about myself and about my health.

I’ve learned a lot about sticking at things and trouble shooting! I somehow found myself in a job that I’m not really qualified for, but it’s opened up a whole new world to me. These people believed in me and have given me the grace and space to learn to do a job that I didn’t go to school for! And the funny thing is that I love it. I love the challenge of such a steep learning curve. I love that I get to meet so many interesting people. I love that my love for photography and videography has been re-awakened! I didn’t expect it, and certainly not in this way.

I’ve learned a lot about what bitterness and anger can do to a person’s heart. And in turn I’ve learned that forgiveness is the only thing that can get rid of those things that take root so easily. Sometimes it’s literally been me asking God every time the situation comes to mind, to help me forgive even when I am still hurt and angry. You don’t realize it then, but God is doing the soul work, little by little.

And maybe the biggest lesson I’ve learned is that God is in the business of restoring people and making all things new.

I thought I was the exception to this.

For a long time I felt like I was sitting on the bench watching the game and all I wanted to do was play. I felt the ache of wondering if God had forgotten about me or if I just wasn’t the type of person he was looking for. I felt like he didn’t see me. Even as I sit here and write these words, tears well up in my eyes because I know that deep ache, that deep longing to be seen and known. I know the deep ache of watching your friends get married, of holding one baby after another wondering if that will ever be your story. I know the ache of wondering if there will ever be anything for you, if what you do really matters and wondering if you were gone, would anyone notice. I know the desire to have meaningful friendships that give you life and the struggle to find a place to belong. And I know what it’s like to walk into parties and church and other special occasions alone, I get what that can do to a person after they’ve done it for the 20th time.

There were a lot of days this year, where I lived in this space, with these thoughts and these aches. But here’s the thing:

I wouldn’t trade it.

I can’t believe I’m saying that. But if I wasn’t there in that place then, then I couldn’t be here in this place now.

It was around Easter time that I started reflecting on the idea of resurrection – how things have to die so they can be resurrected and experience new life. I remember distinctly getting to the place where I said to God that I’m giving up all the things I dream of and hope for, that I’m letting them die! I needed Him to do a resurrection in my life, to make something new out of what was dead. Because none of my efforts were working. I was walking beside the ocean when I told God that I was letting my dreams die because I believe that the dreams he has for me are better than anything I could orchestrate.

It was after those moments by the ocean just laying it all on the table when my year of transition was suddenly over. I left that place with a lightness that I didn’t have previously. Somehow I had this sense that where I am in this stage is where I’m supposed to be and it’s ok that it doesn’t look the way I thought it would. God has new dreams to give me.

And so now I find myself sitting in my new apartment in mid-town Toronto with a roomate! I’m learning how to live in the city and how to park in really tight spaces with my big car. I’m attempting to figure out how to use tools to put furniture together. God has given me a church that I love, something I had given up on finding. He’s given me ministry opportunities left and right, and many working with students. He’s opened my eyes to some of the people around me, that I didn’t notice before. And I’m giving thanks because I never could have dreamed any of this up, these weren’t my dreams. And some days are still really hard, and there are tears and sappy movies. But that’s ok. Cause I know I’m not the only one and my story is still being written.

So maybe you feel like you’re sitting on the bench watching the game, wondering if God has forgotten about you? Maybe you know about the deep aches that I mentioned and have a whole list of your own that you can add. Maybe you’re keeping silent about all that your heart is feeling because it’s too hard to talk about it, and you know that with one word, the levy might just break. Let it break. Pour it all out to a God who does see you and does know you and who wants to love you through the heartache. And maybe it’s time to let some of your dreams die, so God can bring new life to them in ways you could never imagine.

And maybe you just need to be reminded again that

you are seen

you are known

you are loved

and your story isn’t over.

God is in the business of making all things new.

Why We’re Asking Graduates The Wrong Question…

college graduationSo, what is your plan now?

What will the rest of your life look like?

What’s next for you?

Any way you frame it, this is the question I’m pretty sure almost every new graduate is facing. Please map out what the next 10 years of your life will look like! Um, I’m sorry, I can’t even map out the next 10 days!

At first, I was overwhelmed by this question because I felt like I needed to have something profound to say. Oh, I’m thinking about doing a masters or I’ve got a few things lined up, I’m just weighing out my options. Of course there’s always the number one Christian cop-out – “I’m praying about it.” And actually, it’s true.

But here’s the thing – I think most of us are asking the wrong question. We don’t realize that the way we ask about someone’s plans is actually inferring that they have to have a plan. It’s sending the message that what we are doing at the time isn’t good enough. It’s actually communicating this idea that we need to know what comes next or what the next 10 years will hold and here’s the question I have for you – why? Where is the adventure in knowing exactly what I’ll be doing for the next 10 years? I’m not against having goals; I think goal setting can be very important. But having goals is different from knowing exactly what your life will potentially look like for the next 5 years.

Why don’t we ask questions like: What’s God teaching you right now? What are you loving about life right now? Do you have people around you that are pouring into your life and that you do likewise? What are your dreams for the future? What is filling your mind these days?

We are not promised tomorrow, next week, next year or 10 years from now, and so I’m much more interested in knowing where a person is at right now then where they’ll be in a couple of years.

Some of us have this expectation that when we graduate, we know what job we will do and of course we will do it for the rest of our lives. But the world just doesn’t work like this anymore. What I originally went to school for is definitely not what I’m doing now. But nothing is ever wasted. My previous experiences have shaped who I am and brought me to the place I’m in now.

So to answer your question of what’s next for me? I’ll let you know when I know, but in the mean time why don’t we talk about what’s happening in the now.

What I’ve learned About Life, Surviving Bible College, Taking Risks and Living in the City…

tumblr_lp4wngn5Z21qaxnreo1_500The moment of truth finally came this week. The answer to the big question – did I pass all my classes and will I be able to graduate?!?

(insert high intensity, cliff hanger music here)

The answer is….YES!!!! Come May 3rd, I will be walking across the platform to receive my degree….hooray!

I moved to the city 3 years ago. I was looking for adventure, for meaningful friendship, and for love. I also wanted a degree and the whole expanding my mind through knowledge thing was somewhat attractive to me at the time.

So I saved my pennies and hoped OSAP would cover the rest and in good faith I moved from y small country town to the big city of Toronto. I remember having a few conversations with some of the locals and I would laugh when they’d question why in the world I would ever want to move to the city, as if it was hell itself. But I needed something different, new faces and sidewalks and subways. I needed to know there was more then what I had come to know.

Well a few years later, I can proudly declare that I have survived my Bible college education, I have managed to go on some pretty neat adventures, meet some fabulous new faces, navigate public transit….and I’ve still yet to find love, but there is hope.

Here are a few things I’ve learned in the past few years about life, Bible College, taking risks and living in the city…

  1. It’s highly conceivable that the major you start with won’t be the one you end up with and if it is, you probably have changed it more than once because after all, university is about trying new things, testing out new ideas and changing your mind!
  2. You will make lots of friends and acquaintances while you’re in school and sometimes it’s hard to know which ones will stick and who the good eggs are. Be intentional about your friendships or you may come to the end of your degree and look back and wonder if some of the people you spent your days with really know who you are at all. So be a good friend, ask questions, take an interest, get to know people’s stories and let people enter into yours and don’t be afraid to let the bad eggs go.
  3. Geese just might be the worst creatures known to man.
  4. Toronto is one of the best cities in the world. I love venturing downtown and I am continuously amazed by the endless possibilities of things to see and do. Sometimes just going downtown with no agenda is the best adventure of all!
  5. It is possible to attend Bible college without getting your MRS or your ring by spring! Seriously, I’m living proof that not everyone finds their soul mate in Bible college and do you know what, that’s ok. Sometimes it’s just nice to know that there is more waiting beyond the Christian school bubble.
  6. “Christian sports” is a total oxymoron! Anyone who has participated in Christian athletic leagues can probably vouch that it’s way worse than many regular leagues.
  7. The “freshman 15” happens to a good number of us, and trying to get rid of it while still eating cafeteria food is almost impossible!
  8. Sometimes the best friendships you will make are the ones you least expect to happen; the ones that catch you by surprise.
  9. Debt sucks….make a financial plan and suck your educational experience dry so that you leave no stone unturned. At least when you’re paying off your education you will know it was worth it.
  10. Your university experience will change every year. Every September new people will come through the doors, new leadership will take charge, new classes with new profs will begin. What was last year will be no longer and the easiest way to tackle this hurdle is to just go with the flow and embrace the newness, until it becomes familiar. But you will look back when you’re done and see that the changes made for a more eclectic experience.
  11. If you can, go to counselling. Your twenties are prime time to work your junk out – even those of you who think you don’t have any. It’s actually one of the healthiest and caring things you can do for yourself, so don’t let the stigma scare you off. Schools often provide free counselling services to their students and honestly, there’s no better time to process your life and your stuff then while you’re in school and have someone willing to listen and care.
  12. Find a mentor….find someone who inspires you and who you think can speak into your life. Ask them if they’d be willing to mentor you for the year and then commit to meet with them regularly. This was something I did my very first year of school and it’s been one of the most impacting relationships of my entire life and it’s helped me get through the really tough moments of my time at Tyndale.
  13. Ask questions. When I was in college, I was nervous and it was hard for me to ask a question out loud because I worried about what people would think. A few years later when I started university, I found my confidence and would regularly ask my profs questions during lectures. This was one of the most freeing experiences for me and I honestly believe that being able to ask questions has helped me have greater success academically and spiritually. There’s a good chance that if you have the question, someone else in the class has it too!
  14. Grace changes people. This is a lesson that I’ve learned first hand this year. It is one thing to talk about grace but it’s another thing to have someone offer it to you when you don’t deserve it….and this is the stuff that breaks down people’s walls and that gets at the deep stuff. And so we need to have grace for others and for ourselves….because sometimes we just can’t do it all, even though we want to.
  15. There’s a really good chance that the place where you come out will not be the place that you thought you’d come out at. This fact in itself can be cause for great distress, disappointment, and even anger, not to mention panic attacks! While I obsess over the other people who seem to have their lives figured out, I often wonder if this type of uncertainty or lack of direction is just part of life for some people. I wonder if living in this sense of the unknown can actually be one of the greatest adventures of them all. I’ll let you know in a couple of years if I find this to be true.

I have these moments where I think back to when I began this adventure and I don’t know where the time went? I am reminded to live fully present right where I am, because life goes by too fast. I’m so thankful for the adventure of the past few years and although I go forward with some uncertainty and a little bit of worry, I’m hopeful and excited for what the next chapter of life will hold and the new people that will stumble across my path.

So cheers to hope and living fully right where you are! :)

An Escape from Death or An Invitation to Life (and Why Easter Should be a Big Party)…

11638022-abstract-crossIt was a slow Saturday at work a few weeks ago when I overheard a rather disturbing conversation outside. There was a group of boys, one older man and a few young adult guys sitting around a table after having just played some type of sport for an hour or so. I figured it was some type of outreach group where you use sports to share Jesus. I think I was right.

After the sports were over was when they sat the boys down for the devotional. They gave them pizza too – a good way to get boys to sit still. I listened as one of the boys, probably around 11 or so shared his testimony. He talked about the time when he learned about the rapture and how when Jesus comes back, those who didn’t accept him will be left behind. He talked about how he didn’t want to be one of those people left behind so he accepted Jesus into his heart. As I listened to this boy, I couldn’t help but feel completely disturbed. The older man spoke after the boy and at this point I figured he would try and clear things up a bit about the rapture, but he didn’t. Instead he went on to talk about the rapture and how to not be left behind.

In that moment it took every bit of self-control not to march out into that hall and give that guy a piece of my mind and tell him that the rapture isn’t even biblical! To say that those left behind movies are nonsense!

But whether or not you believe in the rapture isn’t the point. The rapture itself is not why I felt so distressed that day…the real reason is that I couldn’t help but feeling like this is a shining example of how people miss the point. You have a group of young guys sitting around a table, some of them probably knew little about Jesus, and of all the things you choose to talk about, the rapture wins. You have this brief window to tell these kids about this Jesus guy and instead of inspiring them, you make Jesus out to be a bargaining chip – choose Jesus or get left behind.

And we wonder why we have kids growing up with an inaccurate picture of Jesus and wanting nothing to do with faith.

This weekend is Easter and tomorrow many of us in the Christian faith will celebrate Good Friday. It’s the day when Jesus was crucified; when he said “father forgive them, for they know not what they do”; when the veil was torn in two. It wasn’t a good day for Jesus but it was a good day for us. It was the day when God poured out everything to reach us, to give us a chance at real life. This isn’t a story of choose Jesus or go to hell, this is a story of love and sacrifice and making a way where the was no way. On Sunday we will celebrate the resurrection of Jesus. It is the ultimate party day of the Christian faith because it represents everything that Jesus offers us – hope, new life, and freedom from death!

The Easter story beckons me to remember that following Jesus shouldn’t be about avoiding the rapture or escaping hell – the story of Jesus is about how to live out the kingdom fully right here and right now. It is about being invited into something that we just don’t want to miss. Jesus said he came to bring life to the fullest – this is the truth of Easter.

This is the story I wish those boys could have heard. I wish they could have heard about this Jesus who wants to give them life, and not just save them from death.

This is the story I hope you experience this weekend. I hope that it won’t be about death or escape for you, but I hope it will be about life and celebration and resurrection.

Don’t let yourself miss the point or you might just miss the party!

So It’s April 1st and You’re Engaged…

illustrated_diamond_engagement_ring_on_handHappy April 1st.

Apparently today is not just a day for April Fools pranks, but also for engagements.

It’s a dangerous move choosing to announce your engagement on April Fools Day. In fact, I’m still wondering how many of the engagements that appeared on my Facebook newsfeed this morning are actually legit? I’m forced to play detective and read the comments and search for picture proof of the actual proposal act. I blame April Fools for not being able to trust my own friends who are declaring that they are engaged, pregnant and/or moving!

Perhaps I would just assume that everyone is lying or “joking” but then I’m caught off guard by that one story that is in fact true! Now I question every other post again. Ugh, you’ve got me!

This has made April 1st just another day to lie to your friends, waste their time and cry wolf. When you’re really engaged, do you think I’m going to believe you?

(Sigh) Ya, I totally will.

So for those of you who got engaged, congrats!

For those of you who pretended, I hope you know that your single, naive friends might be planning their revenge! ;)

Happy April (and hopefully the arrival of Spring) to the rest of you non-engaged, non-pregnant, non-movers! :)

To The One Who Knows Me As I Really Am…

sistine1When I think about this year, I think about a year that has felt like I’ve been battling the feeling of barrenness. It’s been a season of having moments where I’ve been overcome with shame and inadequacy. It’s been a season of constant worry for the future, with a constant struggle to believe that I can trust God. In my desire to be transparent and vulnerable, I admit that sometimes it feels like I’ve only been hanging onto Jesus with my pinky. It’s like the photo by Michelangelo that depicts God stretching towards Adam and Adam just lazily flopping his hand out. I am that picture.

And yet I believe that the picture is true, God is stretching towards me and somehow has a firm grip on me. I choose to believe that this season of barrenness will give way to new life. I don’t know when or how, but I choose hope.

The other day a few other students and I were leading our class through a worship experience. I opened our time together by praying this prayer over all of us. It strikes me as a prayer that I really need to pray every morning. As I earnestly speak these words aloud, I think there is something that happens in me. I don’t know exactly what it is. Maybe it’s freedom? Maybe it’s this sense of not needing to pretend with God, because I’ve just swung the doors wide open and revealed all of the stuff piling up?

I don’t understand what happens in me when I lay it all on the table before Jesus. But I can tell you that I go through my day differently. And maybe it’s for this reason alone that I need to release my stuff more often.

And maybe it’s what you need to do today too?

To the one who knows me as I really am and still loves me.

Today, I bring all of me –

my hopes and my fears,

my dreams and my doubts;

the part of me that likes to please other people

and the part that genuinely desires you.


I bring all of me –

My anger and my past,

my goals and my priorities,

my flagrant forgetfulness of your glory,

and the familiar memories of my pain.


Here are my loves,

here are my needs,

here is my hurt,

here is my desire.


I bring my gifts as well.

All that I have and all that I am –

the abilities you gave me,

the training I’ve acquired,

the motivation to do good,

the strength of my convictions,

the influence I have with others,

the interests and passions that inspire me.


I bring you my stuff –

so much stuff, that I’ve cluttered

my heart and my home with.

I bring you my stuff as well.

I bring all of me –

my relationships and my needs,

my sins and my pride and my portfolio.

My checkbook,



Credit cards,


Time off,

Time at work.


My all –

my eyes and the things I look at,

my tongue and the words I say,

my ears and my hands and my feet,

my heart and my mind and my soul,

and my will.

The cursing part,

the complacent part,

the depressed part,

the apathetic part,

the lazy, lonely, misguided, power-hungry me.


I bring you my all.

I bring you myself.

Even the hesitation I have to pray this prayer,

even the pride I have for praying it,

Even the fear that you might take me seriously

and expect all of this from me.

Even those things

I bring them all

and offer them, to you here, today.

Somehow in our broken states, Jesus is reaching for us. It’s that picture above. To the one who knows me as a I really am: thank you.

Engaged and Waiting to have Sex: Is There a Point?


I don’t know where it came from, or how it came into my possession, but I have this candle. It’s not a particularly nice looking candle. And the scent is entitled Mediterranean Breeze as if it were the happy hour special at a bar in Miami. Either way, this candle has been on my bedside table since early in high school. I remember thinking that I’m going to wait for a special occasion to light it, but I realized that young men don’t have many special occasions in which lighting a candle is necessary. So I decided that the inaugural flame would be saved for the much anticipated night that I lose my virginity. Initially the idea was a bit of a joke, but the candle has seemed to find its way onto many night side tables, through many moves, and bedrooms I’ve had over the years and it’s still waiting to be lit. This candle has become a symbol for chastity in my life and for the discipline I’ve somehow been able to practice. But it hasn’t been easy, and through the relationships I’ve had over the years, being chaste has been a huge challenge for myself and for my fiancée.

Growing up in the church I remember hearing the same messages that ‘True Love waits’ and that the church has a standard for all Christians to maintain their virginity until they are married. And for years I accepted this without any questions. Then some of my Christian friends began having sex with their girlfriends, and the questions quickly followed. I remember thinking “what does the Bible really say about this issue”, so I looked it up and I found what Paul says in Corinthians 6 about staying away from fornication. I then realized how confusing this issue is within the church. For so many people, fornicating might not mean having sex with one partner whom they have been with for many years. And many Christians will justify this by saying, “it’s not like I’m going out and having a one night stand!” And to a certain extent they are right. But why is there still such an emphasis on waiting within the church? And is it really necessary?

It wasn’t until I entered into a serious relationship that these ideas and principles became more and more serious for me, and I certainly had more questions than answers. And as I think about it, I still have so many questions. Darcy (my fiancée) and I will still frequently ask each other, and some of the couples who mentor us, “Do we really have to wait?” And from all of these couples, most of whom waited, but some who didn’t, the answer is always a resounding “YES”. I think the best perspectives that I have been given as to why sex can be dysfunctional in a non-marital relationship have come from my many friends who have had sex before marriage. They explain to me that even in long term relationships, there isn’t the level of trust and commitment that a marriage has. In a dating relationship, you don’t have to vow to the other that you will always be there for them. Whenever I think about this I realize that with Darcy and my current living situations, (with aunts and uncles and parents respectively) we would have to sneak out and commit this ‘act’ so to speak. Something about that just doesn’t sit right. Besides, I have to bring my candle!

The thing with chastity, as with all spiritual disciplines, is that it takes a great deal of faith and prayer to practice. Darcy and I really won’t see the ‘fruits of our labor’ until we are married. For us it really isn’t about what we brought into our relationship as only one of us is a virgin, but it’s about the foundation that we have built together, within this relationship. A foundation of patience and discipline among many other things. This awkward and incredibly difficult period of dating/engagement has allowed us to sharpen the many different aspects of our relationship. And it’s not like we’re both completely hard done by, as Darcy and I are able to moderately express our sexuality in other ways without having sex. And there is something really special about the anticipation that has steadily been increasing towards our wedding date in October. We are able to plan together what that special night will look like. In many ways I know that practicing this discipline has only brought us closer as a couple. For Darcy, she knows that I respect her for more than just being a sexual being and for me it allows me to fine tune patience, which I learn more and more truly is a virtue!

For so long the church has put the emphasis on the sinful act of ‘losing your virginity’. I think it’s time that we start placing the emphasis on the spiritual discipline of chastity with our partners. We need to take time in our relationship to get to know one another and to grow together, and I truly believe that a chaste relationship provides an environment best suited for that growth. We live in a society that wants things right away and wants those things in excess so we are definitely in an uphill battle. I don’t think it’s possible for any couple to go through this alone. This discipline provides a wonderful opportunity for you to welcome God into your relationship. But also for you to involve other people, not necessarily Mom and Dad and Grandma and Grandpa, but perhaps some other married couples around you. Darcy and I have been so blessed by the wealth of knowledge and discipline that God has provided us with through the numerous married couples in our lives.

So, as I said before, all of this won’t come full circle until October when the lights go off and the candle goes on. But I can tell you right now that as Jesus is worth waiting diligently for, so is Darcy. And so is the woman/man in your life. Whether you’ve been having sex or have been practicing chastity for years, I encourage you in this journey toward spiritual discipline. I understand that at this point in our relationship, Darcy and I have just been building the foundation, with that, we have been given an opportunity to practice all of the fruits of the spirit together, heading towards the culmination of our labor when we enter into the marriage vows and a new journey of marriage begins. And between you and me, I hope a candle is lit for a lot of it.

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1480575_10151728129751793_2070801544_nMatthew Hill is currently a student at Tyndale University in Toronto completing his degree in Biblical Studies and Theology. He’s engaged to the beautiful Darcy (seen in the picture) and they are planning on getting married this fall. Matt is also a huge sports fan, loves music, film, and coffee.