That’s a good prayer. It’s also so counter-cultural.

This culture thrives on breeding discontent. It’s all about going into debt to buy things you don’t need to impress people you don’t like or who don’t like you. It’s really about the appearance of wealth more than actual wealth.

But once you are content and can say, “I have enough,” then you are free. You’re no longer a slave to stuff or status. You know that you have a treasure in heaven that neither fades nor rusts and that no one can steal.

Then you are free.

I love good stories. I love books, I love movies, I love good story songs, and I love to listen to people telling stories about their lives. That’s probably why I’m a sucker for Audible.

It helps that I have a long commute to and from work. It’s like when I was younger and we’d listen to books on tape or CD while we were traveling to pass the time. It’s basically the same, but with no chance of the tapes messing up or the CDs skipping.

Lately, I’ve been on a Charles Martin binge. I think the book I’m listening to at the moment is his 8th book. I started from the first with The Dead Don’t Dance and have been moving in chronological order through his catalog. Yep, I’m a big ol’ nerd.

He’s a great writer. If I had to describe his style to someone, I’d say that he’s similar to Nicholas Sparks but a better writer and more faith-based. It’s not so much “Christian” as it is God-saturated.

I have 8 more books to go after this one. I’m not sure what I’ll do with my life after, but maybe he’ll write another one in the mean time. Or maybe I’ll just binge another author. Oh, those first world problems.

I got to see a concert tonight from the front row. I felt just like Bob Ucker from those old commercials where he thinks he’s getting moved up to the good seats but ends up in the nosebleeds. Except in my case I really was in the front row.

Lori McKenna is one of my favorite singer-songwriters. I’ve probably seen her five times. Every time is stellar — whether it’s just her and a guitar or her with a full band.

There’s something magical about being in downtown Nashville when it’s a bustling weekend (but not too crowded). I lost count of how many party buses and pedal taverns I saw rolling around tonight. I still haven’t figured out how someone doesn’t fall off the back of one of those pedal taverns. I imagine that would hurt.

Lori was in top form as usual. The opening act (whose name I can’t remember) was also fantastic. Being in the front row was amazing.

But all of that made me tired and I need my sleep, so I’m calling it a night with much thankfulness in my heart and no ungrateful bones in my body.

Some of you reading this are summer people. I get that. I not only tolerate you, but I celebrate you as well. If you had your way, it would be endless eternal summer.

I on the other hand sweat a lot. I do not enjoy hot humid days. In fact, the only thing that redeems summer for me is being near an ocean or lake or pool.

As a kid, summer meant two months of freedom from school. Now as a working adult, summer is pretty much the same, only with hotter temperatures.

I’ll take the ber months — September, October, November, December. Give me cooler temperatures so I can wear flannel. I hold to the axiom that it’s easier to add layers when you are cold than it is to remove them when you are hot.

Again, I say to the summer people, enjoy your months of hot weather, but give me my small window of autumn. Let me walk outside without instantly breaking into a sweat and feeling like I’m breathing with a hot towel wrapped around my face. Let me enjoy the outdoors without fear that my deodorant will fail and I will smell.

Besides, most of the good holidays are in the fall. Spring has Easter. Summer has the 4th of July. But Fall has the glorious trifecta of Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas.

For those of you who love fall, I see you. You are my people. We can sit in the air conditioning and count down the days until the best season of all begins.

Those nail-pierced hands are my hope. Jesus didn’t have to keep the scars that He earned on the cross. They could have vanished on the morning He rose out of the tomb. But Jesus keeps the scars on His hands and in His side to show that death is still forever defeated and the grave still has no hold on anyone who belongs to Jesus.

That’s where my anchor holds. The port of piece is the place where I know that my future is secure as if it were already written. Because it is. If you read the last chapter of the last book of the Bible, you see that everything will be fine in the end.

It will be more than fine. It will be the best possible ending to one chapter in our lives and the beginning of a new story where we see that all our existence up to that point will have been like the preface and table of contents and the real story will start and each chapter will be better than the last and it will never end (with apologies to C. S. Lewis for borrowing his ideas).

The bad stuff isn’t forever. In fact, all the pain and suffering we will ever face are light and momentary when compared to the coming glory. Not to say that the pain and suffering are nothing. In fact, they are often more than we can bear and we cling in dependence to Jesus. But the joy and peace and victory on the other side will be so much greater and better and longer.

In the mean time, we have that anchor in the port of peace even while the storms rage.

“IN A SENSE WE are all hungry and in need, but most of us don’t recognize it. With plenty to eat in the deep freeze, with a roof over our heads and a car in the garage, we assume that the empty feeling inside must be just a case of the blues that can be cured by a weekend in the country or an extra martini at lunch or the purchase of a color TV.

The poor, on the other hand, are under no such delusion. When Jesus says, ‘Come unto me all ye who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest’ (Matthew 11:28), the poor stand a better chance than most of knowing what he’s talking about and knowing that he’s talking to them. In desperation they may even be willing to consider the possibility of accepting his offer. This is perhaps why Jesus on several occasions called them peculiarly blessed” (Frederick Buechner).

There is more to poverty than physical. There is a kind of spiritual poverty where we have everything we could possibly want but lack the one thing we need. Just as we could eat junk food all day and be both overweight and malnourished, so it’s possible to fill our souls to the bursting point and still have that God-shaped hole.

Jesus talked in the Beatitudes about the poor in spirit being blessed. He doesn’t mean that being poor makes you more spiritual. What He means is those who know they have a need they can’t meet are the ones most likely to get in on what the Kingdom of God offers. They will be the first to be all-in on trusting in Jesus because they have nothing else.

So it’s okay to be needy as long as that need drives you to the throne of God and to the feet of Jesus. That’s the best place to be.

“I am still skeptical about the reasons some seek spirituality in the land, for the spirituality the land offers is anything but easy. It is the spirituality of a God who would, with lightening and earthquakes, sneeze away the bland moralism preached in many pulpits, a wildly free, undomesticated divinity, the same God who demands of Moses from a burning bush, “Remove your shoes, for the place on which you are standing is holy ground.” When God appears to Job, the comforting sentiments we might expect to feel are absent because such sentiments are at most God’s trappings, not the infinite himself. The God who speaks to Job from the whirlwind reminds him that, comforting or terrifying, he alone is God” (Anthony Lusvardi).

More and more, I become disheartened at the American brand of Christianity that seeks to accommodate sin and sinful lifestyles instead of preaching true repentance and belief. This spirituality is virtually indistinguishable from the culture it claims to be trying to reach.

As my pastor once said, people aren’t mad at Christians because they’re too different but because they’re not different enough. After all, they might say, “Why should I believe in your Jesus when He makes so little difference in your life?”

When the message from the pulpit is the same that comes from Hollywood and the media, it’s time for these churches to shut their doors and go find something else to do on a Sunday.

We forget the majesty of the gospel to transform because we have adhered to the form of religion but denied the power thereof. People can’t hope to see their lives changed if we neglect the message of both sin and salvation, faith and repentance, the cross and the empty tomb.

You need both the conviction and the compassion of Christ to be true followers. I heard recently that what the Church of God in American needs most right now is not so much revival but repentance. Then maybe once we got back to the true message of Christ, we might see the glory and the miracles of the early Church.

I’ve been having Kairos withdrawals lately.

For the uninformed, Kairos is a young(ish) adult worship event/ministry that grew out of Brentwood Baptist Church, starting way back in 2004. I’ve been involved as a volunteer since 2006. Currently, the ministry is on an indefinite hiatus as they search for a new leader and possible new direction.

But for me Tuesdays just haven’t been the same. I miss the hype. I miss seeing all the people. I miss hanging out in the Connection Cafe with my frozen hot chocolate and good conversations. I miss greeting at the front entrance and blasting my retro 90s Christian mix.

I suppose that if you do something weekly for 17 years, it’s bound to leave a void when it’s suddenly gone. I truly do hope and pray that it comes back, whatever the next incarnation looks like. But I also know that just about all good things end on this side of heaven.

I know that many people have come and gone through Kairos. So many lives have been transformed, so many testimonies formed, so many people who are now followers of Jesus through the faithfulness of those leading the worship and teaching. So many who might never step foot in a traditional church setting called this their church.

Not only is Kairos on a break, but the cafe is also on hiatus until further notice. I can’t even get my frozen hot chocolate. Add that to my list of first world problems, I guess.

I know God is God and can do whatever He wants, so I’m praying for Kairos to come back. But if not, I know it will be something better. That’s just how God works.

I ran across a version of the Lord’s prayer from Matthew 6, but written in kid’s language. I absolutely love it. It captures the heart of what Jesus taught the disciples to pray.

I’m not here to argue whether Jesus meant the prayer to be recited verbatim or used as a template because honestly, I have no idea which is right. I do think that this prayer is a good guideline for how every prayer should sound, but i’ve also been known to pray it when I have nothing else.

But i do know that this rendering is maybe my new favorite paraphrase of what Jesus taught the disciples to pray as part of the Sermon on the Mount:

That’s it. That’s what I want. To be inside the will of God. No more, no less.

Anything I could ever desire outside of the will of God would never satisfy. It would seem good to me for a season, but in a little while would ultimately prove to still leave me wanting.

If I am inside the will of God, then I am truly safe from all alarms. What is there to fear if God is with me? Even if the will of God should call for my ultimate sacrifice, God will be with me and give me grace to endure. And afterward He receives me into His glory.

So that’s what I want above all else — to be smack dab in the will of God, now and forever.