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 heard 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.
I passionately sought what it meant to follow God (albeit imperfectly and surprisingly self-righteously many times). This 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 and Master of Theology at Denver Seminary and I still remain very helpless on my own.
I want a place to drop some short posts (others longer) on what it looks like to be a disciple of Jesus today. I write on things I find interesting which generally means theology, culture, Christian formation, leadership, and church.
I'm an evangelical, Calvinist, complementarian; but don't let those things deter you. I love Jesus and so should you.