Celebrate with New Passion on Our Birthday

Hey, friends and family and anyone else reading this! I would love to have you join us at New Passion Church this Sunday, September 11, to celebrate our 2nd Birthday! God has used our small church to make a big impact in people’s lives in just two short years, and we want to celebrate his faithfulness. From 9:10-9:40 am enjoy a pancake breakfast. Immediately following the worship service (begins at 10 am), we’ll have birthday cake and inflatable bounce-houses for the kids.

Invite others to join you this Sunday, we’d love to have you celebrate with us! You can get directions to Patriot’s Park on our website.

The Most Expensive Coke I Never Drank Part 3

Get up-to-date by reading Post 1 and Post 2 of this blog series first!

It was a huge blessing to get our passports at the U.S. Embassy in Costa Rica within 20 minutes. As we walked out of the doors, I think both David and I felt like yelling out for joy. One major hurdle had just been crossed much quicker than we had anticipated.

We got to the van where Edwin was waiting and the first thing he tells us is that it looks like we won’t be able to leave the country until the next day. The police station had called him while we were in the embassy and needed us to come back to complete another report as well as to meet with a judge.

I was kind of caught off guard. Everything within me resisted the whole idea of having to stay another day. I had already been away for 9 days and even if we caught a flight that afternoon, this whole day would be over by the time we got home. I asked how long Edwin thought it would take, but he could not say. We quickly started figuring out how long it would take us to drive from the embassy to the police station and then back  to the airport. It looked as if it was going to be tight on timing.

David and I both resisted a little more, explaining that it was simply our desire to go home, but Edwin insisted that our testimony could help get the robbers off the streets which in return could help the local community including the families and children we had been ministering to all week. So, we compromised.

I told Edwin that we would go fill out the extra report and if there was time we would  talk with the judge if that is what they wanted, however, we would be leaving at 10:30 am local time. Edwin started driving to the police station, and of course, traffic was extremely heavy. It seemed like the day was going by so slow, but the time on the clock was ticking by faster and faster. Had I known what had just taken place in the United States with Congressman Frank’s office in assisting us with expediting our passports, I’m not sure we would have even risked going to the police station.

We finally arrived at the police station and it was nothing but confusion. We first had to get through security and then as we proceeded to the first office, the same place we gave the report the night before, we discovered after wasting valuable time that we were in the wrong place. They sent us to another office, once again it was a dead-end. David and I decided during our walk between offices that if it did not appear we were making any progress in the next fifteen minutes, we were just going to leave, even if we had to take a cab. We already considered all of our stuff a total loss anyway. We just wanted to get home. Finally, the third office that we stopped at was the right one. We waited and waited some more. Finally, Edwin got someone’s attention and told them what the situation was and how we were short on time, because we were determined to catch a flight back to the U.S. at 1 pm. The judicial office moved quickly.

We were immediately called back where we gave our testimony and description of the robbers, all of this seemed like a total waste of time since the restaurant provided the police a video of the suspects. We finally signed the paperwork and signed Edwin over as our representative in-case they needed a local contact. As soon as we were finished we checked the time, it was 10:35 a.m. – It appeared we were in the clear to make it to the airport on time.

We were also on a time crunch to get to a WIFI spot so that I could contact Nicki to make sure we had a ride. The only communication we would have was SKYPE. My only set of keys to my Nissan Altima were in my book bag. Nicki was working all throughout the day to get the car towed and a new key programmed. She had to know if we were on our way home in time to get to Atlanta, pick-up the car, and then get to the airport to pick-up David and me. We got to the airport and there was no WIFI. The free WIFI zone was not working, and the only other place that offered it wanted $30 a person to enter and use the internet. We were running out of time, I had to notify Nicki from the airport so she had time to make all of the arrangements.

I finally found a booth selling 20-minute international phone cards for $5. Fortunately our flight was delayed by 45 minutes, so this bought us a little extra time. Finally, we could slow down and breathe. I called Nicki only to get more bad news, it cost $483 to replace my keys. Fun! But, the good news was, we had our tickets home, and thanks to Drew’s mom, she got the change of flight fee of around $300 waved the night before. Nicki would be at the airport to pick us up when we arrived in the states.

I would like to say a special thank you to Billy and Seree Wilson for dropping what they were doing that day to assist Nicki. It’s always a blessing for a pastor to know there are people at home watching after and caring for their family while they are away. Billy took off work early to drive to Atlanta to help Nicki get my car and to make sure we got home safe. By the time I arrived in Atlanta I had been up for around 43 hours, so Billy drove my car home while I rested with Nicki and David in their van as Seree drove us home. We finally arrived home around 12:30 am on Wednesday. I was exhausted but grateful and excited how God worked all things together for the good to get us home.

Like I said in my first post. The robbery was only the beginning of a whirlwind day. Getting home was more stressful than being robbed. There are so many people to thank. It is amazing to see the church and family rise up in times of need to make things happen. It is the greatest network I have ever experienced.  I would like to once again thank Drew’s mom, Kim Writer, for all she did the night of the robbery with phone numbers, flight scheduling and financial savings. I would like to thank, my wife, Nicki Carnes, for all of her support and hard work at home to get the car issue situated with the hotel and Nissan and for being there when I got home. I would like to thank my brother-in-law, Clay Brewer, for having the intuition to contact my brother, Ben. I would like to thank Ben for pulling Congressman Franks out of a meeting to take care of business, as well, I would like to thank Congressman Trent Franks for getting the ball rolling immediately with his staff. I would like to thank, Greg and Michele Hansel for caring for Billy and Seree’s children, so they could drive Nicki to Atlanta, and once again, for Billy and Seree with all they did to help us get home. Finally, I would like to thank everyone who prayed for our missions team and for David and me while we were stranded. I thank God for you and I thank God he heard and answered your prayers.

Until next time… 🙂

180Weekend at TrueNorth Church Recap

I had the opportunity this weekend and on Wednesday to participate in a movement of God.

A couple of months back Adam asked my friend Shane to speak for TrueNorth Church’s 180 Weekend for their students. Shane was not able to speak because his student ministry at Greenbrier Church was also hosting a similar weekend with their students, but Shane gave Adam my name.

The Theme for 180 was Collide, so I went to their normal Element mid-week service to set things up and give a preview of the weekend. I left on Wednesday really impressed with the genuine worship from both the middle school and the high school, I also left feeling a little nervous. These kids are special and I felt like I may end up hurting what God was trying to do rather than help. After all, the previous two weeks have been CRAZY at home, at work and New Passion. I worked 52 hours the week before 180 at my normal job not including my second job pastoring New Passion and my primary job of husband and dad. I was facing 6 messages between Wednesday and Sunday, so I had no idea what to expect, and for most of the week I just wanted to just stop and shut my eyes. At times I didn’t feel like I had 100% to give this ministry and this special weekend. Of course, God is sovereign and he can use a donkey if he wants to, so I knew He was in control of the weekend.

I thought it was funny to learn that Cliff Jennings was leading worship. I have never heard of Cliff, so I had never met him, however, he is the Worship Leader at Stevens Creek Church in Grovetown. They meet just up the road from us, so here two Grovetown ministers were going to lead at TrueNorth (Come to find out his dad is Gene Jennings, the Executive Pastor at TNC). It’s funny how God puts things together. Let me add right here. Stevens Creek is blessed with a great worship leader, he’s almost as good as Jonothan 🙂 – I got to talk with Cliff for a little bit after the final session, he’s a great guy, and Stevens Creek is blessed to have him.

All I can say is I felt the presence of God strongly at the Blok. A few students shared with me a little of what God was speaking to them from the weekend. If God so chose to use my feebleness, I am truly blessed and thankful.

I have a special place in my heart for North Augusta. My wife and her family are from there, my kids spend the weekends at my mom-in-law’s house there, I lived there for a while, went to school and church over there, and I eat lunch there sometimes. I’ve heard for several years that God is doing something great through TrueNorth, and now I’ve experienced it first hand. I heard things continued over into the Sunday service as well. I cannot wait to watch and see what God does next as they prepare to move onto their new property and continue to take the gospel to the community.

I can only pray that God ignites a fire in New Passion as he has in TrueNorth. Their people are excited, passionate, and the love of Jesus flows through them. I know that God is using their pastor Steve and youth pastor Adam as well as their other leaders greatly. I hope God does the same in Grovetown through New Passion and Stevens Creek what he is doing through TrueNorth.

P.S. We have a bright future. I’ve had the privilege to meet, speak to, and hear from a lot of local students over the last 4+ years, and Jesus has won their hearts and they are going to transform this world like we’ve  never seen before. I just know it!

I’m Not Alright

“There was a man named Nicodemus, a Jewish religious leader who was a Pharisee. After dark one evening, he came to speak with Jesus…” John 3:1-2

I’ve heard various stories about why Nicodemus came to Jesus by night. Personally I believe it was because he was curious about Jesus, and as the Scriptures point out, it was very evident that God had sent him to teach them a new way of finding right standing with Himself. However, Jesus was not popular with the Pharisees. In order to be accepted by his own people Nicodemus had to seek Jesus out in private.

I love the song “I’m Not Alright” by Sanctus Real. I never had permission to not be alright for a long time as a Christian. Over the last several years things have changed and now I feel free to not have it all together. I understand that my goal is to become more like Jesus, but as long as I am alive, I will always battle my fallen nature. I just wonder, why is it that the church has created an environment where people have to act like Nicodemus did? Why is it that people don’t feel free to walk through our doors and freely say without the fear of judgment, “I’m Not Alright!

  • I wonder how many lives would have been saved if people could say, “I’m Not Alright” and not be preached at?
  • I wonder how many pastors, who eventually ended up giving into moral failure, would still be preaching if they could have said, “I’m Not Alright” and not be shunned or abandoned?
  • I wonder how many teenagers would have grown up and raised their families in church if they would have had the freedom of saying, “I’m Not Alright” without being branded in a youth ministry?
  • I wonder how many people could have received hope and grace or found redemption if they had the freedom to say, “I’m Not Alright!

Why is the church afraid to let people be broken and to seek answers? The honest truth is, growing up, at least 85% of the answers I received to my questions, were essentially “Just trust me” or “That’s what the Bible says” (without a Scripture reference or with a Scripture reference out of context). Could it be we are afraid for people to ask questions to seek healing for their brokenness because our faith and our beliefs have been based on what we were told to believe, so beyond that, we really don’t know how to extend help to people? We don’t have answers because we only know what we’ve been told to know?

Check out the video below and then join the conversation: “Why does it seem the church has created an environment where people cannot be honest when things are “Not Alright?