I graduated last weekend. Thanks to all of you who have sent cards and congratulations. So many young(er) people are graduating right now as well, as we all seem to be asking the same question . . . now what? Of course, I'm luckier than most. I have a good job working with people I really like. But a good job isn't always the same as a life calling.
Over the past few months I've begun to dream about planting a church, planting a new Christian community, reaching people with God's story that's otherwise would never experience it. It's a dream that my wife and I have kicked around since our very first years together, but it's always be something we'd do someday. For the first time it seems like maybe I'm supposed to begin seriously exploring the possibilities. Granted, it will be years to process this, but it's exciting nonetheless.
In the coming months I'd like to begin exploring together different ideas, concepts and hopes associated with church planting, but for today I want to talk about dangerous motivations. I have a number of friends that are in the process of planting right now, and I'm inspired and excited by what they are doing. But in the past I've also known church planters who seemed to be planting for reasons that I just couldn't get behind.
