Church of Nomads, pt.1

It's Friday, and we're two days away from rejoining the portable-church world - and I am loving it.

Seriously... I really am.

I woke up Monday morning and for the first time in years didn't start worrying about how the rent would be paid... or how the utility bill would be paid... or how (insert random payable here) would be paid.

I simply didn't worry. I just woke up and began to think about what would come next in my day.

Most importantly, I began to think about how I could use this entire day to meet people, hear their stories and see what opportunities would arise through our connections.

I felt all missional inside :)

I think the greatest mistake we can make is allowing comfort and security to dictate our decisions and destiny. There is something inherently dangerous about following Jesus; there is no safety in surrender.

I've been struck by how incredibly risk-laden this venture has become, when every decision we make will be recorded and remembered and reviewed. I was shaken to realize that I will go down in some people's minds as the pastor "who lost the church building." But I was slightly reassured to think that for the majority of our community, at least for the moment, I am the pastor who believes so much in our God-given vision and mission that I am willing to give up our church home - along with all the security and safety that it offers - in order to pursue the infinitely more dangerous, more rewarding, path of Jesus.

Welcome to NewSong, a church for nomads. We are not wandering or aimless, we are simply, continually, moving in the direction we must go.