Tuesday Morning

It's a Tuesday morning. I am drinking a cup of two day roasted Brazilian coffee, listening to Joel Brooks (an excellent leader that I had the privilege of leading as a teen), looking out my wall of windows as it snows (again) in Atlanta.

A staff meeting is coming up. I am listing items of discussion hoping that management will be lesser than spiritual leadership.

I was thinking of how one of the last of our great critics' world is falling apart and how tempted I am to think that finally sin is being revealed as I correct my behavior and pray for them. 

Every decision counts - for me. I have a great life but it is a life where my heart is true but still wrestles at times with the "flesh." It is a day where I wrestle even more with 1 John and James as their direct words echo in my heart setting a standard that is so higher than the modern church. The words of these books and 1 Peter were the first words I read as a believer and those words left me, and leave me today, no option but holiness. If not holiness, then not Christ. I gave my word.

Another sip of coffee. Devotions are done. Joel is still preaching about caring for people in the world and for believers. My mind shifts between finding a way to ensure the longevity of WordBloom, planning to help reach 10,000 Mexican teens, and the exciting start of a new church in 2 years and 10 months.