My library!
That's about it.
Today I spent the afternoon preparing to teach New Testament Greek. Tomorrow at 8:00am at Rivendell College in Boulder, I get the honor of introducing a small group of students to the joys of reading the New Testament in Greek. To quote Luther: "Without languages we could not have received the gospel. Languages are the scabbard that contains the sword of the Spirit...if we neglect the literature, we shall eventually lose the gospel."
Thanks especially to Dr. Bill Mounce who has prepared so many excellent teaching resources!
I am re-reading this book at about a one-chapter-a-day pace this month. John Piper is a gift to Jesus' church. Brothers, We Are Not Professionals is a passionate plea from one pastor to others to fight against the domesticating, Spirit-quenching influence of professionalism in ministry.
Christchurch. The simple name of our new church. I remember driving to the botanical gardens in Christchurch, New Zealand way back in 1988. The city was alive and welcoming, like this little new church is for newcomers. But it took some effort to get there, and it will take the Spirit-empowered efforts of many people for this church to grow out of its infancy. I like the name Christchurch because it reminds me of a great place. And it simply reminds us all of Who this church is to be about.
If I were in touch with the times, I would have read Stetzer's similar book, Planting Missional Churches. But it took me a while to figure out that all the cool church planters had stopped using the word "postmodern" and started using the word "missional" a couple years ago.
This photograph from last night shows my friend Randy Brandt taking the puck to the net, weaving in and out of a plethora of defenders, getting hooked and still scoring the winning goal just before the 3rd period buzzer sounded. Sort of...
One of the benefits of being a church planter/pastor of a tiny brand new church without a name is that I can read as much as I want to. I started this one in the bathtub last night after taking Sophie to see the Underdog movie and putting her to bed. I quit reading it this morning at the point in the story of Mars Hill Church where attendance reaches 1000 people. Since there are now about 20 people meeting for church in my living room and we're praying about how to grow to 150, I think I'll stop here. When God grows our church out of my living room, I think I'll pick it up again.
If you know me well, you know that I pick my heroes from among dead people so that I'm less disappointed by their mistakes. In my first year at seminary, a wise professor assigned me to read Charles H. Spurgeon's Lectures to My Students. Spurgeon quickly became one of my heroes.