Followers of The Way
Before anyone used the word “Christian,” there was another name. A quieter one. A more descriptive one. They were called followers of the Way
Restore the Soil
I once covered a wall with maps of my city. Streets, suburbs, neighbourhoods, printed large and pinned edge to edge. I stood back to admire the thing. Then I froze, because I had no idea where to start
Leaves Are Not Fruit
I have avocado trees in my garden. They’re good trees. Tall, strong, full of green leaves. For years they’ve given me rich, buttery avocados that we’ve enjoyed season after season. But something has changed
The townships are ready
We trained 100 leaders that weekend in KwaZulu-Natal. It was November of 2011. The vision was clear. The training was solid. The hunger seemed real. But by the end, only one person leaned in
I am a Westerner
My name is David, and I am a Westerner. I never chose to be one. I was born into it. Raised in it. Shaped by it in ways I didn’t even realize
Spiritual Warfare and the Movement of Jesus
Most people hear “spiritual warfare” and picture dramatic prayers, dark maps over cities, and a kind of supernatural activism that feels like a thriller. I think we’ve often missed the point
The Kingdom is near
I’ve noticed something strange in the way many believers use the word “kingdom.” They say it with a warm, religious tone, like holding a mug of tea on a cold, rainy day. “The kingdom of God.” It sounds deep. It sounds safe. It sounds like the kind of phrase you can repeat for decades without anything in your life changing
Ecclesiology as Flow
“What do you mean by church?” The question was not asked out of curiosity, but challenge. I was in a room full of church leaders presenting church as movement. I answered his challenge with a counter challenge
How to Have Spiritual Conversations without Being a Salesman
I remember watching a televangelist years ago in a slick suit, polished smile, rehearsed pitch. He made the gospel sound like a product, complete with limited time offers and emotional bait
Myth of the Concrete Jungle
I stood still under the towering buildings. I felt small and insignificant. The city seemed so cold, so rigid, so permanent. Quietly and prayerfully I wondered, “How will the Kingdom of God ever penetrate these buildings?”…