From the moment the alarm sounded the only thing that flooded my mind was, “I’m not ready.” I thought I was. I had the training. I earned the credentials. I wore the rank and insignia on my uniform. I told myself and others I was “good to go” if/when I needed to respond to a critical incident. Then the call went out and my worst nightmare came to fruition.

Today, while sitting with a non-responsive hospice patient nearing death and her grieving adult daughter, the daughter confessed to me her anger with God following the untimely and tragic death of her sibling years ago. Allow me to explain...

I'm part of a pretty special, incredibly unique church that's surely unlike anything you've experienced and I'm desperate to tell you about it.

When people think of leaders, they often imagine the chief executive of large organizations. However, leadership among small teams is far more common and makes a substantially greater difference in the world on a daily basis.

As of this day, I’ve officially been the pastor of The Hills Church for ten years. TEN YEARS! God has truly blessed my family and me over the past decade and I invite you to check on the short video message I’ve posted to mark the occasion.

There’s power in music. It can set the scene. It can heighten or reduce the drama. It can transport us to another time and place. It even has the power to calm the most anxious of nerves.