I grew up in the church,
but I don't know that I really knew what they meant by gospel. I don't remember hearing it a whole lot. I remember being told to remember. I remember being told to behave. I remember being told to bring others to church. But, I can't recall hearing the good news that God saves sinners. It could have been my family, my culture, my sin, but in spite of my blindness, God worked providentially. I was saved when I was 8 at a mega-church in Dallas. I knew that asking Jesus into my heart would give me eternal life and I thought that was neat. It wasn't until middle school that things really took off.
Between a troubled home and teenage angst, I passionately sought what it meant to follow God. The lead me in many different endeavors, culminating in dragging my wife into overseas missions where we could rival the worst of missionaries. I came back utterly convinced that I could not do anything to earn God's love and I needed Jesus a whole lot.
When we planted The Well in 2011, I was helpless. I'm a millennial which means I should be the last person in the world to plant a Bible believing church, much less in a place like Boulder. I didn't know the difference between what Pentecostals and Presbyterians believed. I did know, as I still do, that Jesus is the only hope the world has and that proclaiming his truth was how people could be saved.
Now, a few years down the road, I have two sons, I completed my Master of Divinity at Denver Seminary and I still remain very helpless.
I want a place to drop some sort posts (others longer) on what it looks like to be a disciple of Jesus today. I will write on culture, Christ, theology, church, sports, family, politics, science, BBQ, beer, Texas, and other such things.
I'm an evangelical, Calvinist, complementarian; but don't let those things deter you. I love Jesus and so should you.