Writer, Church leader, Eccentric Nut, Marketer

I'm Church Leader, Writer, Speaker, Marketer, Kindness Project Founder, Broadcaster and Superhero. But most important I'm a Husband, Father and a worshiper of Jesus.

31 July 2010

Nice day

Rainy Saturday... on my porch... reading news... drinking coffee... getting ready to watch baseball and follow the deadline day moves... wrestle with kids... watch a movie... then back to the porch for more nothing.

I wish this happened more often.

28 July 2010

Quote Chris Bosh: "You stink Toronto"

At first I didn't know if Chris Bosh would get booed when he came back. But then...

"I didn't want to go there. It was different. It was a whole different country, and it was just different. Toronto's a great place, a fantastic city. It's a metropolitan area, but you could tell you're somewhere different. You could feel it, you could look at it, you can smell it. Everything. All your senses tell you you're somewhere different."

Yeah well... you stink too.


27 July 2010

I'm happy

My family packed my big ole van full of coolers, pillows and inflatable water-monkeys this morning and headed away camping for the week... while I went off to win bread. I zipped down the 403 in my sister's Neon towards Hamilton for my 1621st commute to the soundtrack of the Bob Marley singing "every little ting is gonna be alright". I felt happy.

I woke up happy today, because I went to bed happy... because I AM happy. Last night, after a loving evening with the beautiful woman who was my nearly teenage bride, I actually had an answer to the inevitable late night "what are you thinking?" question. I was remembering what I used to want in life and realizing that at 33... I have pretty much everything I ever really wanted. This picture was taken 1 minute after Kristina said yes to my marriage proposal. It permanently by my bedside when I was away from her during college.

Last night I coached my seven year old son to a close playoff baseball loss on the same field that I fought and lost on 25 years ago. I took my 3 year old daughter pee at 11pm. She was in a half-daze as she squinted open her stunning blue eyes and said, "Daddy we're going camping and we'll sleep in a tent and we'll have everything we need". She's a gorgeous wide-eyed, life-infusing, wild-child that I get the behind the scenes insider view on. As I was on the way out the door today, my 5 year old daughter gave me 4 legit hugs and told me I was handsome. I called her my princess and she glowed. I was happy.

When I was in high school, I wouldn't have been able really identify what I "wanted" out of life. In fact... I intentionally didn't (and was pretty vocal about it) out of principle. I resented those little, unidirectional thinkers that tried to make me verbalize and plan my direction. It all felt like trying to funnel the vast dreams of a wide world full of mystery, treasures undiscovered and people untouched into a gray, narrow tube, leading to one predictable, painful destination. I'd have been damned if that's where I was going.

So what did I want?

I've written and deleted this sentence a couple of times. But I think I wanted to love and be loved. The rest doesn't matter that much. I've never cared that much about "stuff". I remember in the 6th Grade, when people were saying their favorite cars were Lamborghini's and Porches, I always said I wanted a "Big Ass Van"... pretty much just to called the Emperor naked. Even when I was young, I when I saw BS... I said BS. I refused to eat that "S" like I saw too many doing. I suspected it just was as distasteful and destructive as it did turn out to be.

But I did lay awake at night wondering about the deeper truths of life and longing for someone to love... and love me back. I'm not sure if every teenage boy goes to the places I went in my mind, but I desperately wanted to feel OK in my own skin. I wanted to have someone else to watch, laugh at, learn from and experience this world ALONG with me. I wanted someone on my team... forever. What the dreams where, were almost inconsequential. It was the feeling of having them and sharing them and quietly living truth that resonated.

I wanted to have sex (like most teenagers) and thought quite extensively about it (like most teenagers) but the only context that seemed right to me was having it in what Ray and Annie had in Field of Dreams. It was the scene where she sat up in the bed of their farmhouse and said to her husband, who had just gone out on limb and verbalized his crazy dreams, "If you really feel you should do it... you should do it". Ray grabbed her, pulled her close and the lights went off. That's what I wanted. And it's what I have. And it makes me as happy as I thought it would.

I don't trust the quick-quipped, smiley-guru, "you can succeed thing and here's how" thing. It feels like a dull representation of golden truths that have man's grimy, sloppy, sticky hand prints all over it in a well-intentioned but premature effort to claim and share the good things that were hidden so each could discover them.

I kinda like how Bugs Bunny functions in this world. That rabbit could have had it all. He was smart enough to be King. He could manipulate, encourage, and win EVERY situation. But he didn't really do it. Instead he found the things that were really important, like eating carrots and happily playing the banjo, then used what he'd been given to live the genuine truths of life... and had a lot of enjoyment in each scenario once the truth had been established as the absolute.

It's the dancing in the minefields that's the truth. The mines... don't really matter. Even the destination at the end of the dance... doesn't really matter that much. We'll get there someday. Just chill. It's dancing the dance itself with a big smile on that matters.

23 July 2010

A mishmash of Friday-flavored awesome-sauce

1. Bill Simmons from ESPN (who is from Boston but lives in LA) when asked "what will you do when your kids become Lakers' fans?"
When my kids were babies, I thought about holding Yankees hats and Lakers hats over their heads in their crib, then pinching them until they started crying. It couldn't be easier to brainwash young kids into liking what you like. My kids watch "Scooby-Doo" all the time. It's their favorite show by far. Why? Because I told them "Scooby-Doo" was funny and fake-laughed my butt off the first three times I watched an episode with them. Really, I just thought it was the most tolerable kid's show -- I couldn't stand any more passive-aggressive conflicts with androgynous animals as annoying music played -- and was selfishly thinking of my own needs. But if I could brainwash them that easily to watch a handpicked cartoon, the Boston teams should be a piece of cake.

Already figured this out. My son thinks Kevin Costner is the greatest male actor of the century.

2. Star Wars according to a 3 year old

3. This is hilarious and helpful for we charasmaniacs. If you are performing an exorcism... try to keep it down.

4. People are often quite wonderful

22 July 2010

There's not a lot of THINGS I really want. But one day I DO really want...

... a room in my house called "The Churchill Room".

When you read about Churchill's military and leadership tactics you'll discover that he was a thinker and a strategist. He also liked to do things in real time, so he created environments that facilitated both... along with being able to actualize their agreed-upon and understood action plans.

His war-rooms and workspaces were filled with telephones, maps, cigars, wise men and victory. His actual office was a simple one and doubled as his secondary bedroom that was in close proximity to the war-room. He liked being close to the action.

In all of the old pictures of things surrounding Winston Churchill, there were dimly lit classic desks made of rich-colored hardwood, a smokey haze, deep browns, the latest methods of communication, burgundy leather chairs, maps detailing areas of conquests past & missions to come... and all with the air of lush, brazen, confidence.

There aren't many THINGS I actually want. But I want a "Churchill Room". I want to shut it's creaky door and solitarily sit, read, write, plan, strategize, pray, study...

... and then open it up to my group of wise men and close friends who will sink into the rich leather chairs positioned in a circle. We'll put our individual thoughts on the figurative and literal table, and discover how they fit together collectively so as one voice, we'll impact the future of our cities, lands and world.

It might look something like this...

Or this...

But one day... I want a "Churchill Room"

Play the game for more than you can afford to lose... only then will you learn the game.
~ W. Churchill

"We make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give."
Winston Churchill

20 July 2010

The challenge of how Dads communicate love to their kids

This past month or so at bedtime, I've been reading my 7 year old son Jared "The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe". Watching him become engulfed by CS Lewis's masterpiece is easily one of my favorite parts of each day. The other night, Aslan died in Edmund's place. Last night he rose from the dead thanks to the "deeper magic from before the dawn of time".

With only a little leading the witness, I got to watch the lights of his soul go on as his understanding of Jesus sacrifice and triumph deepened. It happened as I lay will him in his bed... and he lovingly stroked my face.

It was pretty darn perfect.
I wish I could recreate those moments more often.

Last night... I noticed the first page of the book where Lewis dedicates (what was originally supposed to be a one-off story) to "My dearest Lucy". His Goddaughter.

I wrote this story for you, but when I began it I had not realized that girls grow quicker than books. As a result you are already too old for fairy tales, and by the time it is printed and bound you will be older still. But some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again. You can then take it down from some upper shelf, dust it, and tell me what you think of it. I shall probably be too deaf to hear, and too old to understand a word you say, but I shall still be your affectionate Godfather, C. S. Lewis

Fathers communicating love to their kids can be a hard thing. Some might look at how C.S. Lewis did it for his Goddaughter and think, "Well he's got an advantage! I can't write an internationally acclaimed book for my kid!" Maybe true. Maybe not. In this paragraph, you can detect that hint of lament that the child may not fully "get" how the father is trying to use what he has been given (writing in this case) to show love. You can hear and feel the hopes that so many Dad's have that one day, their children will understand how much they were loved by the motivations of what they DID do.

In Paul Simon's song "Slip Slidin' Away", he beautifully creates a character that many men can relate to.

And I know a father
Who had a son
He longed to tell him all the reasons
For the things he'd done
He came a long way
Just to explain
He kissed his boy as he lay sleeping
Then he turned around and headed home again

It's actually quite a sad song. But while it's not the scenario that is necessarily common among men... the motivations and feelings are. One thing I've learned over the years, is that a man's "Hunter" instinct still translates into modern society. But it manifests itself differently. Let me explain.

My natural inclination is to go and conquer the world. At Freedom House this summer, we're writing bucket-lists. The things we want to make sure we do before we die. My number one thing is:

1) Create and lead the holistic transformation of a city.

And then...

2) Facilitate the holistic transformation of many cities.

It's just how I'm wired. And it's OK. And part of why I work many, many hours at it... is to show my love for my wife and kids. I want to be able to create something that they'll look at and proudly say... "My Dad did that". It's the same feeling that I imagine someone who hunts for their family meal would feel when they come home with a big kill. FOR their family.

It's something kids need... and something that Dads are compelled to do. On Saturday, we were a family BBQ and I watched one of the kids proudly telling the story of how HIS Dad had his picture in the newspaper, YEARS ago. There was a pride and love for his Dad that was oozing in a very healthy male way.

This is a drastically different method of communication than mothers or wives. And for men, we fear that what we're doing is not being understood... or even appreciated.

I can feel what I sometimes feel, in Lewis's hope that one day his "dearest Lucy" will appreciate and feel the motivation behind his act of affection... that took way longer and way more work than he wished it did... because the payoff would have been quicker just to buy her a lollipop and get a kiss.

But look what happened when he fulfilled his calling as a man, husband, father and worshiper of God. Good things all around.

17 July 2010

The Old Spice guy and some brilliant marketing I wish I had done first

Absolutely wonderful. I'm sure you've seen and loved the series of Old Spice TV ads featuring ex-football player Isaiah Mustafa.

But they've been having some social media marketing, hilarious awesome fun lately. In fact, they've posted over 180 tweet-answering videos on their YouTube page here. People are loving it. People like super tweeter Alyssa Milano (Yes Samantha from "Who's the Boss") who wrote:

""GENIUS. Shirtless Old Spice guy replies on Twitter w/ hilarious personalized videos"

Old Spice replied with...

She came back with, ""My coffee went up my nose. @oldspice guy made a video reply to my tweet!!" So THEY came back with...

AM: "Are you flirting with me, oldspice guy..."

AM: "Ummm --- Are you sitting down??? Sit down. Ready? The @oldspice guy sent me roses!"

Absolute genius.

16 July 2010

When ideas have sex

Matt Ridley, author of "The Rational Optimist" gave a fascinating TED Talk the other day about how these are extraordinarily prosperous times through the uniquely human, almost sexual, mating of ideas and "the collective brain".

Ridley gives the example of a computer mouse and asks the question, "Who knows how to make this?" The answer is quite literally NOBODY including it's actual manufacturer. It's an example of the cumulative product of thousands of people specializing in SOMETHING or other... coming together. In the old days Kings, who had great wealth, would have 500 people working FOR them. Today... we do too when you think of the collective efforts we're making for OUR benefit.

That's idea sex.
It allows us to do things that we don't even understand... things that are beyond our actual capabilities.

Evidence suggests that cultural evolution depends on exchange and trade to bring together ideas in much the same way that genetic evolution depends on sex to spread genetic mutations, or in the case of bacteria, on horizontal gene transfer. When starved of access to a large “collective brain” by isolation from trade and exchange, people may experience not just less innovation, but even regress.

And this exchange creates the momentum for more specialization which creates the momentum for more exchange... escalated by an age of marvelous technological innovation. These are the times we're living in!

He makes a very solid argument about how the value of actual intelligence is minimal compared to the power of a collective that communicates and functions intentionally together.

This has changed the way I think about human intelligence. I've never had much time for the academic obsession with intelligence. Highly intelligent people are sometimes remarkably stupid; stupid people sometimes make better leaders than clever ones. And so on. The reason, I realize, is that human intelligence is a collective phenomenon. If they exchange and specialize, a group of 50 dull-witted people can have a far higher collective intelligence than 50 brilliant people who don't. So that's why it is utterly irrelevant if one race turns out to have higher IQ than another, or one company hires people with higher IQs than another. I would rather be marooned on a desert island with a diverse group of mediocre people who know how to communicate, from a singer to a plumber, say, than with a bunch of geniuses.

Yet... we don't seem to completely grasp this potential somehow. Ridley said this in a recent Globe and Mail article called, "Dare to be an optimist".

Yet for reasons he confesses he doesn’t fully understand, gloom sells. “The generation that has experienced more peace, freedom, leisure time, education, medicine, travel, movies, mobile phones and massages than any generation in history is lapping up gloom at every opportunity.”

Remember the Louis CK routine called "Everything is Amazing and Nobody is Happy" on Conan O'Brien that made the rounds last year?

This is where Christians typically go on rants about the evils of... something or other... capitalism, schools teaching evolution, abortion, government, lack of government. Sometimes even the ever-coming Apocalypse! Yes! This one calls for the ole end of days diatribe.

It's not that I don't believe that it is coming at some point. But personally... I certainly hope it's not now. There has never been a more important and potentially prosperous Era for The Church. What I LOVE about Ridley's societal hope, is that it comes from a secular, evolutionary, rational point of view. It doesn't even touch on the actual source of legitimate hope that God gave to the world through Jesus Christ! And even without it... the realization that we can change the world together is so tangible.

Don't get mad Christians. Get this thing. Because this principle... is the "discovery" of a paradigm God laid out for man to follow YEARS ago. Right now at Freedom House, we're spending the summer working through our motivational gifts (Romans 12) and ministry gifts. Why?

Because we believe cities can be changed BY good INTO good when people motivated BY the love of God to SHARE the love of God, all WORK together.

Here's some 1 Corinthians 12 action from The Message:

"God's various gifts are handed out everywhere; but they all originate in God's Spirit. God's various ministries are carried out everywhere; but they all originate in God's Spirit. God's various expressions of power are in action everywhere; but God himself is behind it all. Each person is given something to do that shows who God is: Everyone gets in on it, everyone benefits."

Such a beautiful, hopeful, doable picture that we get to participate in. So hey... go let your ideas have sex with someone else's ideas... something even better will come out than you can do by yourself.

15 July 2010

What I notice the most when the kids are away

A couple of days ago, my Mother-in-Law launched a sneak attack us on. Out of the blue she said that she'd like to take ALL THREE KIDS for 3 days... this week! My wife was understandably ecstatic. I was smiling on the outside but quietly yelling, "Nooooooooooo..." on the inside. Don't get me wrong. I LOVE kid-breaks (really really love them) but the kid-take-sneak-attack maneuver means that we didn't get to plan anything "extracurricular."

No, not THAT kind of extracurricular. Well... it does make THAT way easier, but the sneak-attack makes it so we didn't get time to plan going away overnight or any of the other things that you can only do without kids. But what it DID do, is make us very very aware of the drastic differences in these two universes that bear no resemblance to each other.

1) TIME: You have time to have a good old fashioned, guilt-free, sit. Time that is normally filled with waffle-making, story-reading, fight-stopping, toy-putting-awaying, and many other verbs... is all of a sudden filled with... time. Nothing; followed shortly after by the feeling that you should be doing something and subsequent the realization that there actually is nothing practical that comes close to filled the gaping time-void left when the kids are gone.

2) STUFF: I asked this question on my twitter account and @nedlog1981 said,

"I don't have to look behind me before I sit on the couch... that's nice".

I assumed he was talking about the
floor/couch/bed/counter/desk/table space that is typically covered in Barbies, freezey wrappers and plastic artillery... being quite uncharacteristically empty. He responded,

"I was actually thinking I wouldn't have to worry about sitting on the BOYS. But stuff works too :)"

The other thing about stuff... is that it changes! Because kids have their own collection of it... and it's different than YOUR stuff. So large kid objects that you're used to taking up space head to Grandma's with them. Including your van because most "normal" humans have no need for a 7 seat vehicle. So your family bus goes away and you wind up with kid-holiday cars. Like today I wound up driving a sporty Pontiac to work. Well... sporty compared to a van.

3) NOISE: This really should have been #1. It's drastic. You go from the constant noise... to eerily quiet. Almost too quiet... (tumbleweed). If it's just you at home alone, you often even find yourself talking out loud to yourself just to break the creepiness.

4) FREEDOM: My friend Jessalyn on Facebook wrote:

"Being able to just get up and go. It's weird leaving the house without having to make sure that everyone has used the bathroom, has sunglasses, He-Man toys and anything else they may need for a trip to the grocery store."

Maybe THIS should have been #1! It's funny because if you don't intentionally PLAN on doing something without the kids around... you're so used to having to be home by "bedtime" that like the Millennium Falcon stuck in the Death Star's tractor beam, you'll be sucked back to the couch... only to realize after 15 minutes of silence that you could still be out somewhere... doing... whatever it is kidless people do.

5) FIGHTING: This doesn't actually cha
nge; it just shifts. It just means that it goes from the kids fighting... to you and your spouse fighting the fight's you've been meaning to get around to having but haven't been able to find the airspace to have them. And you can be louder too! No kids to wake up!

6) POO: My friend Elise wrote (as someone who has yet to experience the "kids away" oasis):

" what I'm looking forward to the most is not being involved with every single bodily function of two other humans. diapers, toilet, sneeze, puke etc etc"

You know how when your parents or in laws are around and you"accidentally, coincidentally and subtly" arrange it so they are the ones changing the poo because they "happen" to be holding them when it's "discovered"... it's like 3 days of that bliss. It's the reason I give when dog people badger me about not having a dog. There are enough living things that poo in my house already.

7) SLEEP: You know how adults have a 3-4 step waking up process? Kids aren't built with that. Their gig is to jump immediately out of bed, a minimum 1 hour before your alarm goes off, and decide that they should climb on your head to tell you that they love you. Sweet and all... but when they are gone... it's a WEE bit easier to sleep. The baby monitor is off so that gentle hum, that soothes you as much as them after half a decade, is missing. There are no middle of the night sheet changes... it should be easier to sleep you'd think.

The funny thing however. My body wakes up at the same time. It's been trained to be aware of the middle of the night on-goings. As it turns out, what I notice the most when the kids aren't around is #8.

8) THE UNDERSTANDING THAT YOU CAN NEVER GO BACK: And you wouldn't even if you could. Kids change you AND the functioning of your life. It makes you... fuller. It doesn't take long before you're left emotionally and physically scrambling to have the noise, the responsibility, the early morning "I love you daddy" wake ups back. Once you cross into this universe... you don't go back.

Last night during our kid-vacation, I momentarily debated whether I should go and coach Jared's baseball game (without Jared there) or not. I COULD have bailed and gone to a movie with my wife if I had had a couple of weeks to plan ahead. But this is my life. My life doesn't change because the kids are with their grandma. I LOVE this life. I care to care about it. I've chosen to work to create the best possible reality for my kids. I coached last night and Jared made me promise I'd call him to tell him the results.

I can't wait to hear his voice on the phone.

10 July 2010

Summer lessons on the streets... the importance of "cred"

Tonight during our Flippin' Friday free street BBQ, a couple of people actually recognized my voice and identified me as Captain Kindness while we were in the process of giving them a burger as an act of kindness. It was pretty cool actually because we were caught doing the thing that we talk about!

One of the people who recognized me was one of Brantford's finest. I was talking with this police officer about how we do this kindness thing, as motivated by Christ, to be an instigator of changing the city BY good INTO good... when he said, "Wait a minute. You're that guy!" And I am that guy... as it turns out.

Street Cred. When you do the things you say you do, and encourage others to do... people will listen to your words. They all of a sudden have more weight. All of a sudden he was really listening as I told him about our Kindness Project plans for community transformation. I told the officer about a young man I encountered earlier in the night on our kindness blitz. He knew him because the police had encountered him too... eventually tackling him to the ground with more than just cause.

This young guy was in a bad state. Alcohol for sure... drugs likely. He was disoriented and very upset that his girlfriend was "dancing" at a local establishment. Along with my team, we tried to keep him from hurting himself (or others) and get him some food & coffee and maybe a cab ride home. He began to turn aggressive AND more stumbley all at once, so I got him seated in Victoria Park and suggested he cool off while I went and got him some food.

By the time I returned, it was too late. He had done something dumb and was carted off to jail. Part of me wonders what happened tonight. Should I have stayed? Would his night have been different? Would I have been the one he attacked if I did stay? But it was clear that whatever the variables may be... God cared enough about someone on earth tonight to send a willing soul to intercept him and give him a way out. He didn't take it.

My new police officer friend and his team had to take my guy away. We both agreed that there is much that needs doing. But it felt good between us know that we both did something tonight. I knelt on the street tonight and prayed with this police officer. It was good. God used this night to do good... and bring both of our spirits closer to Him somehow.

You know, we're called to be proactive. God desires us to be used to intercept and interrupt the Devil's plans for people's destruction. It's really... truly... not that hard. Just do good... in Jesus name. People are not scary. They are just people who help a savior. Capital "S" yes... that's a given. But as the police officer and I were chatting about, Christian originally meant "Little Christ" and intentional kindness opens real doors to show that love of Christ in a practical way where WE intercept bad stuff that is going to destroy people as an agent of God... becoming what looks like a savior... only to use that to point to the one TRUE Savior.

If you've never done street ministry... you should try it sometime. I'll promise you this... you'll come away with a story to tell.

5 July 2010

The Kindness Project... proposed

Just got this email!

Very exciting...
hopefully (if things go well) in a few months, we'll begin work on something very special.

2 July 2010

Ask not what your __________ can do for you but what you can do for your ____________

“I always wondered why somebody doesn’t do something about that. Then I realized I was somebody.”
Lilly Tomlin

Let me hit you with a barrage of cliches that you'll more than likely ignore (it's kinda OK because until you decide to live them it's just gobbledygook) .

When you give you get.
Nothing comes from nothing.
You grow what you sow
... blah blah blah blah.

I told you... gibberish. Unless you do it. Then it's the most rush bringing, biggest influence gaining, life and world changing mindset there is. Life is not about YOU. It's about others. You only GAIN real life when you give yours away.

When John F Kennedy was inaugurated in 1961, he gave one of the most positively influential speeches in the past century... including the well known line, "ask not what your country can do for you but what you can do for your country". You can read the whole thing here, but here's a bit of this powerful oration:

For man holds in his mortal hands the power to abolish all forms of human poverty and all forms of human life. And yet the same revolutionary beliefs for which our forebears fought are still at issue around the globe - the belief that the rights of man come not from the generosity of the state, but from the hand of God.

Let the word go forth from this time and place, to friend and foe alike, that the torch has been passed to a new generation of Americans - born in this century, tempered by war, disciplined by a hard and bitter peace, proud of our ancient heritage -

Let both sides unite to heed in all corners of the earth the command of Isaiah - to "undo the heavy burdens - and to let the oppressed go free."

Now the trumpet summons us again - not as a call to bear arms, though arms we need;but a call to bear the burden of a long twilight struggle, year in and year out, "rejoicing in hope, patient in tribulation" - a struggle against the common enemies of man: tyranny, poverty, disease, and war itself.

The energy, the faith, the devotion which we bring to this endeavor will light our country and all who serve it -- and the glow from that fire can truly light the world.

And so, my fellow Americans: ask not what your country can do for you - ask what you can do for your country.

Finally, whether you are citizens of America or citizens of the world, ask of us the same high standards of strength and sacrifice which we ask of you. With a good conscience our only sure reward, with history the final judge of our deeds, let us go forth to lead the land we love, asking His blessing and His help, but knowing that here on earth God's work must truly be our own.

He took 13 minutes and painted a verbal picture of man's God-designed mandate to give, serve, help at the personal expense of time, energy, comfort... because it's right and nations and kingdoms are founded on such things.

Nations like Canada.
Kingdoms like the Kingdom of Heaven.

Ask not what your...
... can do for you, but what you can do for your

When we find a way to make this mindset flip, it releases mankind from our self-inflicted, self-centered traps that leave us scrambling for the scraps of life. It allows us to be the extra-ordinary society-shapers that we ALL have in us. It's the feast.

It also opens the very gates of the Kingdom of God to us. THAT'S how HUGE this mindset it.

Whoever tries to keep his life will lose it, and whoever loses his life will preserve it.
Luke 17:33

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