Sin divides us, Jesus unites
I’m tired of the divisions. I’m sick of divide and monetize.
I’m ready to be a part of something where “we” is better than “me.”
Sin divides us, Jesus unites
I’m tired of the divisions. I’m sick of divide and monetize.
I’m ready to be a part of something where “we” is better than “me.”

The Word became flesh and blood,
and moved into the neighborhood.
We saw the glory with our own eyes,
the one-of-a-kind glory,
like Father, like Son,
Generous inside and out,
true from start to finish.
Dr. King’s life reminds me that vocational ministry isn’t limited to church employment. Our calling is bigger than a job.
The incarnation of Jesus takes the Good News preached in our pulpits and invites us to live it out as good news in the neighborhood.
It’s been several years since I last worked in a church. It’s a funny thing… you spend a decade pursuing one thing [a career on church staff] and then God invites you to explore something entirely different. [a career serving the church outside of church employment]
If I’m honest I’ve not really recovered. I feel “on purpose” in my work but not quite in the same way as every day grinding it out on staff. And as I’ve written before this sometimes leaves me feeling disconnected and lost. “What am I doing here?” That’s not an unusual question for a Sunday morning. The answer is unsettling: “Just sitting here in this chair, counting down the seconds until it’s over.”
For me, that’s where Dr. King provides some inspiration.
The things we celebrate about Dr. King? Most of them happened when he answered God’s vocational ministry calling by doing something else. Yes, some of that happened when he was leading a congregation. But the big things? They came later.
As I push through a season of feeling a bit unmoored that’s good news to me.
Yes, working in a church is honorable and good. I have many, many friends who work on staff at a local church.
But yes, serving God in whatever you do? That’s important stuff too.
I need to reflect and remember that vocation is different than work. My vocation hasn’t changed. In fact, I might just be leaning into it harder than ever.

I have remembered.
The earthquake of January 12th, 2010 brought the world’s attention to Haiti. The Western world had become comfortable, casual even, in referring to Haiti as a place of political instability and extreme poverty. Phrases like the poorest country in the Western Hemisphere rolled off the tongue easily and most Americans had very little working knowledge of Haiti’s rich history, culture, and importance.
And yet the volume of destruction on January 12th kept the media’s attention much longer than a typical news cycle. With an estimated 100,000-150,000 killed, many more injured, hundreds of thousands displaced, and an entire nation impacted in some way, the world wanted to know what to do.
Governments responded.
Large NGOs responded.
And in February 2010, I joined a group of youth ministry bloggers on a trip to begin seeing how North American churches might respond.
Since that trip, tens of thousands of North American’s have gone to Haiti to do short-term missions work of one variety or another.
As I reflect back on that very first trip the thing that has stuck with me, the phrase I heard as much as any other, was: “Don’t forget about us.”
So I’m pleased to report that we’ve not forgotten. While I can’t speak for anyone other than my house we have remembered Haiti.

Much more has awoken in Haiti since January 12th, 2010.
In the immediate aftermath, in the hours, days, and weeks between the terrifying moments of the earthquake and when the emergency aid began to arrive from around the world, the church sprang to action.
Several Haitian pastors have told me that this was a seminal moment for them. The church in Haiti had largely been silent, meek even. It was active but under the radar. But when God’s people saw how He worked through them to meet the needs of the masses they were encouraged that they didn’t need to be quiet anymore. As I’ve written about over and over– when the walls crumbled thousands heard the call of Jesus on their life. Many gave their lives to Jesus because of the ministry of the Holy Spirit. And a Haitian culture who had long depended on voodoo priests and priestesses to keep them safe were quite aware that while the church took care of people, loved everyone, voodoo was largely silent.
Those forces combined to unleash what we see today. A strong, growing, and vibrant Haitian church.
Just felt like sharing this moment with the people back home... Posted by Mel Trollman on Wednesday, January 6, 2016
I’m locked into my way of thinking.
You are locked into yours.
We’re enjoying the banter back and forth.
I’m convinced I’m going to change you and visa versa.
Of course, neither one of us changes our minds. The banter ends and we move on.
This seems to be the course most online conversations take today. If we’re really honest– it’s the way most adults seem to respond to a lot of things.
Conversations is amicable. But true change of actions or opinions seem rare.
Yes! I believe in change absolutely. Core to being a Christian is that He is God and I am not, His ways are right and I sometimes I find myself in the wrong. Without the possibility of change, without an acknowledgement that my ways are insufficient… the Christian life is a joke.
But what about life change? Is it possible to talk someone out of a firmly held position? Again, I believe the answer is yes.
Deep inside every firmly held belief is a pearl of doubt about that belief. Each of us have lots of pearls in our inward thoughts.
We believe in fiscal conservatism. We believe in the right to bear arms. We believe Tupac is still alive. We believe things are more dangerous today than yesterday. We believe in democracy. We believe GIF is pronounced with a hard G and not like the peanut butter. On and on are all of these beliefs make up who we are, some are firmly held while others we’re less sure of.
But behind each belief is a pearl of doubt. The key to changing someone’s firmly held belief is discovering what this pearl is. Here are two.
For most of human history being gay was a secret. Yet, in less than a generation, our society went from barely acknowledging the LGBT community even existed to seeing gay marriage become the law of the land. How did that happen? Relationship.
For centuries the narrative was that being gay was bad. But as it became more popular (and safer) for people to come out about their sexuality, all of a sudden the “bad narrative” fell apart. You would hear someone say being gay was bad and you’d think about your friends who are gay… You’d think to yourself, “Wait, they aren’t bad. They are my best friends.” And with that, the pearl of doubt that being gay is bad began to grow. Then, with each new mention of the “gay = bad” narrative, you started to doubt the narrative itself because your relationships proved the narrative false.
Politicians and alarm companies have learned that personal security is a great access point to your wallet. The United States is overwhelmingly a safe place. We take our personal safety for granted. We believe that when we drive to work the road will be just as safe and secure as the last 200 times we did it. But security expands beyond safety. We expect our finances to be secure, too. Why is the unemployment rate an indicator that most Americans know about enough to know if it’s high or low? Personal security. Why do we fund the Food & Drug Administration? Food security. These measures and a thousand like them provide assurance that we are secure and can live our lives without thinking about our personal safety or security. We have come to expect that.
So if you want to change a persons opinion about something you need to make them uncomfortable when it comes to their security. You don’t even have to provide a direct threat! When we lived in Michigan we used to joke that the weather forecasters were paid off by the grocery stores. If they forecasted a big snow storm, this threatened personal security, and people made a run on gas and bread and milk and salt like it was the storm of the century… every month!
Why does this work? Because everyone has a personal security pearl. They’ll change if their job is threatened. They’ll change if their commute is slow. They’ll change if they find out their neighbors house was robbed. We all sit on a pearl of doubt when it comes to personal security.
So why do I bring this up? I bring this up because over and over again I hear a new narrative emerging that you shouldn’t even bother talking to people about change because they simply won’t change.
And that narrative is a lie.
People change every day. You change every day.
And, as a Christian, to give up on the hope of personal change is to give up hope on God.

This weekend I’m in Chicago.
I’m here for the Vertical Conference just a few blocks away. A thousand young adults crammed into a former Masonic Temple now Christian Church, connecting with God, and– no doubt— eager to hear the wisdom of a middle-aged man about how to live as a Christian on the internet.
Yes, I’m debuting a new talk tomorrow. One that I’m really excited about. Let’s set that aside for later.
Yes, this hotel is three blocks from Moody, where I got my ministry training and met Kristen. Let’s set aside memory lane for later, too.
Instead let’s talk about my hotel room. Actually, what’s outside my room.
It’s is on the 25th floor.
As you enter the room the dominant feature is a massive window. It’s the full width of the room. And the view? Other buildings.
Upon arrival, the first thing I did was open the curtains so that the natural light would flood in. Next, I sat on the bed and turned on a bowl game to enjoy because it’s New Year’s Day. And then I promptly fell asleep.
After about an hour I woke up and decided to do some work at the desk situated next to the window.
Of course you look.
You look down at the street and see the tiny cars moving around.
You try to peer between buildings to see more buildings down the block.
But you look directly outside at the 25th floor of the building across the street.
It’s human nature to look.
It’s taboo to look. Actually, it’s taboo to stare. There are people who have telescopes… I think that’s too far. I’m not talking about that. But to look for a few seconds when something catches your eye? Of course you look.
The first thing you learn is that not very many people are home. Maybe 10% of the windows are lit at a time. Where are all these people?
The second thing you learn is that other people’s lives are as mundane as your life is. Just like I fell asleep watching a bad bowl game, I woke up, put on my glasses, and across the street to see someone else laying on their couch asleep in front of the same boring bowl game. (Sorry, Iowa.)
The third thing you learn is that it’s just as easy for them to look into your room as it is for you to look into their apartment. Reciprocation is fair, I suppose. There are a couple of apartments in buildings that face the hotel that have telescopes. That’s taking it to the next level, I’m not 100% comfortable with that, but I can see how curiosity gets the best of you.
The fourth thing you learn is that it’s really awkward to momentarily look out the window and make eye contact with someone doing the exact same thing in another building 100 feet away. Nothing will make you close your drapes faster, it seems.
What does it mean to look? It means your human. What does it mean to be human? That we’re all that… just humans.

Is this what we’ve become? People of surveillance?
That’s a question I’m asking myself this week in recognition that something deep inside me has changed.
After living on this block since 2009, when the worst thing we’ve experienced was someone swiping Stoney’s leash off the front porch, a few days ago we awoke to news that our car was vandalized.
We’ve grown accustomed to the squad cars and police helicopters over there. Yet, on that day, they were buzzing around our house like bees on a flowering orange tree over here.
A couple hours later the police wrapped up their investigation and I was handed a case number with a promise that a detective will follow-up. (We aren’t holding our breath) Later, I got on the phone and made arrangements for a rental car and scheduled a visit from an insurance adjuster.
I matter-of-factly dealt with the facts of the matter.
Later in the morning, Kristen and I went around to several houses offering our thanks and reassurance that everything would be OK. Over and over we heard that out of the stillness of the morning, something bad happened, and our neighbors were the ones left telling police about our house, “This is such a quiet neighborhood. They are good neighbors. Nothing like this happens here.”
And, to be clear, while we indeed live in the city we truly do live in a quiet neighborhood. That’s not self-assurance. It’s a statement of fact. Our area is relatively crime free.
And yet our collective stillness was shattered. Our nerves wrecked. And, at least temporarily, our trust broken.
Amid a fog of frustration and insurance claims, I found myself wandering the aisles of Best Buy in search of a solution. A camera. Sure, it’s not going to stop something from happening. But, at least we’ve convinced ourselves, if there is a next time we’ll have something to help police.
With the camera installed I find myself deeply conflicted. I’m asking myself questions like this:
Is this what we’ve become? A house of surveillance?
Do we really watch and record stuff now? Really?
Are we really people who want to keep an eye on things? Because if we are– than something fundamental has changed within us.
I want to be defined by a love of my neighborhood, not a love of security.
This isn’t just our house, is it? We find ourselves living in a society of surveillance.
At my parent workshops about social media and mobile phones there are many questions about how to track and monitor children’s behavior at home and wherever they might go.
If you look around you’ll see that there are nearly limitless devices available which offer nearly limitless opportunities to track and monitor your children’s every waking moment.
What started in the crib with baby monitoring continues in the classroom with daily coursework updates from teachers, notifications that your child missed the bus, and a million other things.
All of this monitoring, tracking, and surveillance stands in stark contrast to what we know: We are living in the safest period of American Life in generations. The bad old days, when you and I were growing up in the 1970s, 80s, and 90s, offered no such surveillance and much more crime. The closest thing we came to Find My iPhone was mom picking up the other phone to listen in to my conversations with girlfriends.
So why are we doing this?
Has the sacred trust with our children been broken? Has our relationship with our children degraded from parenting and trust to CIA-level monitoring and inborn distrust?
If you think about it you’ll see that we’ve resorted to installing spyware on our home networks to track our children, we’ve planted tracking bugs on them and called them phones for communication, and we’ve retrained teachers as spies.
Stumbling backwards I’m left to ask: Is this really the relationship you want with your kids?
When I’m asked by [loving] parents about how to track their children’s online activities or read their text messages when they are sleeping I am deeply bothered and left with a single question: Why?
Has our role in the lives our our children shrunken to surveillance?
I want to know what’s broken inside of us– the parents— to feel the need to do that?
I want to know what it is in our culture– a culture fed daily by a news cycle of fear– that demands this insane Orwellian behavior.
It’s not the children who are broken. It’s the parents.
Moreover, as I reflect on this all in the scope of my own relationship with my children, all I know is this: I want my parenting to be defined by love, not a love of their security.

My bachelors degree is in youth ministry. I did about half a masters degree in youth ministry leadership.
That means I have exactly zero expertise in accounting, bookkeeping, or human resources.
When it comes to my part in leading our small business I’m really good at some aspects of what I do at The Youth Cartel. I’ve got a lot of natural intuition and curiosity and an ability to figure stuff out. But there are other aspects where I need serious help.
When you are starting a small business it’s easy to think all of your time and energy will be about passion, mission, and ideas. But pretty quickly after you get going– especially if you start doing well– you realize that if you don’t know how to do the backend of your business, you’ll never get to spend any time on the front end!
Every small business owner has to deal with this one way or another.
If you’re running a small business you’re probably starting to think about the headache of W-2s and 1099s and all that year-end paperwork. (Cough, Obamacare. Cough. Cough.) We’re completing our second year using Gusto (formerly Zenpayroll) and I am still really digging it.
Basically, they do everything. You login and tell them who gets paid what and how and bam… it’s done. They even send you reminders until you get it done. Last year I processed our payroll while walking through the Phoenix airport between flights. Then, in June, I got a last-minute reminder while in Antigua, Guatemala right away. I popped into a coffee shop and 5 minutes later was done. Fast, easy, secure, mobile.
Gusto handles all the paperwork with state/fed government as well as to your employees. They’ll send me notes telling me stuff that they’ve filed for me and I have no idea what the form is, why I needed to fill it out, or any of that. But it’s done and I don’t have to worry about it. For me, the biggest thing they do is take away the fear that I’m doing something wrong.
What about the other guys? Before going with them I did demos and talked to reps with all the other payroll companies and Gusto is way easier and way cheaper than all of them, plus they are way easier to deal with.
That’s my recommendation for payroll. If you’re a small business, a small non-profit, even a church. Two thumbs up.
The Cartel has four lines of business– events, publishing, coaching, and consulting. For the first year or so we tried to track all of our accounting with Google Spreadsheets. It worked relatively well but as we grew it became more and more cumbersome to deal with. (A spreadsheet for 10 programs is fine. But a spreadsheet for 40 different programs?) Plus, we were missing stuff. And when it came to tax time? A bunch of spreadsheets was sketch city.
We’re in our second full year with Freshbooks and it’s made our lives so much easier. We use it to track every inbound/outbound payment whether that payment is a traditional invoice, an event registration, or buying a download from our store. Perhaps the best part is that it’s API connects to a bunch of the other tools we use… like our bank and our online store. So instead of manually creating every entry and coding it we basically just double-check to make sure things are correct. (Which is still time consuming but a major shortcut.)
And yes, I’m using “we” language because it’s a “we” thing. You can give other members of your team access, they can code their own expenses, create their own invoices, etc.
If you’re invoicing, tracking time or expenses, I can’t recommend Freshbooks enough.
Both of those recommendations are field-tested, I’m not a new customer, and are both under $100/month. (Most months they are under $100/month combined!) In both cases you can find even cheaper options but these are Best in Breed quality without being Best in Breed pricing.

I hear it all the time.
“Things just aren’t what they used to be.”
And I correct it all the time. “Actually, did you know that every measure of crime in America is down since you grew up? Did you know that things are so much better?”
Violent Crime data (includes things like murder, assault, rape)

Rape data

Property Crime data (includes burglary, larceny-theft, motor vehicle theft, arson, and things like that)
See, this is data. While the narrative, that “this country is horribly dangerous” is powerful… there’s an inconvenient truth. Our nation is so-much-better than when we were growing up.
Less murder.
Less rape.
Less kidnappings.
Less home invasions.
Less carjackings.
Less E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G.
Why is the news full of bad news when things are actually getting better? Why do people say, “I don’t want to have kids because I don’t want to bring them into this kind of world?”
Um, your community is significantly safer than the one you grew up in.
So why?
[insert commercial break]
[insert :15 trailer for 10 o’clock news]
[insert clicking on “breaking news” on Twitter]
Because bad news sells better than good news.

Look. We have Google now. If you want to know something you just have to Google it. If I had appendicitis while backpacking in the wilderness, my hiking companion could probably save my life with a YouTube video. Many of the more remote trails in the United States now have great mobile coverage. I was able to stream live video from Eastern Sierra streams using Periscope this summer. Watching that video on YouTube it didn’t look too hard. In a pinch, anyone could probably remove an appendix if they needed to, right?
Right?
Well, maybe.
Was that his appendix or his stomach?
The great danger of living in an age where you can Google anything you want to know is that everyone is now capable of perpetrating themselves as an expert.
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard someone spout a book-report-quality argument for their newfound expertise and thought… “I better not ask them a question, they’ll have no idea what I’m talking about.”
In truth, sometimes I ask questions just to see how far they’ll carry on the charade.
And it’s kind of cute, this Google-found-expertise. Cute like buying a tiger as a pet. Eventually both will kill you.
The problem is that these folks get so used to perpetrating the lie that they are an expert on some things that they start to believe they are an actual expert.
What they are is sophomoric. The age of Google inspires them and the age of social media gives them a stage. And it’s pathetic to watch.
We’ve all been around actual experts. People with lots of letters after their names, years of experience in the field, and accolades to back it up.
Most people shut up with their Google research when they encounter an actual expert.
At least the smart people do. But the truly sophomoric, those with a PhD in Googling Stuff, interrupt an expert with things they think they know because they watched a YouTube video a couple years ago.
So how do you know who is an expert and who is a so-called expert?
Three words: I don’t know.
An expert is going to stick to what they actually know. When you ask them something they don’t know, they’ll say it. Because they know getting outside of their expertise makes them look foolish.
A fake expert is going to continue the charade. When you ask them something they just keep talking, they might even start spouting opinions as facts. To them, as long as you’re listening, there’s no line between fact… opinion… and just making stuff up.
When I see people carrying on the charade I just want to remind them, “Please, stick to what you know.”
A lot of my friends are experts in theology, religion, and Christian doctrine. My advice? Stick to what you know.
We need you to stick to what you know. We live in a world where everyone seems to be just making it up as they go along. And we need experts who are brave enough to tell people what they know but also wise enough to say “I don’t know about that…”
It’s OK to say you don’t know. In fact, in a world where everyone seems to know everything about everything… they might be the three most powerful words you know.