"FORE!"

1. I got to golf today. To be brutally honest, I wasn't really looking forward to it. It was an afternoon tournament that I was invited to as a last minute replacement. The tourney raised money for Royal Family Kids Camp. My buddy Stephen Bailey has led worship at that camp the past two summers and has nothing but great things to say about it. I was invited by my former roommate and forever friend, Ty Lovell. Ty is a grand mix of Godly and goofy and is as genuine as they come. Anyway, we had a blast! I hit my usual mix of terrible and tour-ready shots. One of the coolest parts of the experience was that the course was next to Carswell Air Force Base and fighter jets were taking off all day long and doing some crazy maneuvers. All in all, it was a great way to spend an afternoon.

2. My friend Alan Phillips (who is also the leader of our missions ministry at Lake Cities) sent me a great article on church planting. I have such a heart for church planting and pray to see the day when Lake Cities births new faith communities. Check out the article here.

3. I am beginning a new series this Sunday called, Fracture. We will spend our time looking at both the repercussions and rescuing in the story of the Fall in Genesis 2 & 3. Specifically, we will be looking at how sin has effected our relationship with God, one another and ourselves. The part that I'm most excited about is the good news that God can, has, and is restoring those relationships! Sin separates but there is hope! If you have any thoughts, ideas, stories, or other input for me as I seek God's heart and message, please feel free to email me. As always, I covet your prayers.

4. And finally, on the 18th hole today I heard someone yell, "FORE!" I didn't really think much about it until I got in the car for the 45 minute, traffic laden drive. And then it consumed me: "Why do we yell 'fore!' when we hit a shot that might hit someone?" So I did what anybody would do, I rushed in, showered, kissed the family, went to a shepherds meeting, packed up, came home, grubbed some killer cajun dirty rice, talked with the family, and then Google'd the answer. If you want to know, click here.