“There is no doubt that to walk with Jesus means to walk on the wilder side of life.”

We have to assume now that all mission is cross-cultural.

Put simply, the church finds itself in a post-Christendom era, and it had better do some serious reflection or face increasing decline and eventual irrelevance.

This submission to the threshold of a cross is at the very root of our following Jesus; it changes the game completely.

All their reproduction will simply mirror this misapprehension.

Real leaders ask hard questions and knock people out of their comfort zones and then manage the resulting distress.

I found out the hard way that if we don’t disciple people, the culture sure will.

It not only abandons its biblical mandate, it is rendered missionally ineffective.

Go among the people. Don’t assume you know what church looks like.

Truth is narrow, but grace is wide.

Our point isn’t to make an examination of popular film but to illustrate that the yearning for a heroic adventure lies just beneath.

At some point preoccupation with safety can get in the way of living full lives.

There’s no such thing as an unsent Christian. You have already been SENT.

And every disciple is to carry the mission of God into every sphere of life. We are all missionaries sent into a non-Christian culture.

It is vital to see ourselves as part of an ongoing journey started by our heroes in the Scriptures.

Interestingly, it’s as though the gospel story of Jesus is the archetypal heroic journey.

In short, apostolic movement involves a radical community of disciples, centered on the lordship of Jesus, empowered by the Spirit.

I know it when I don’t know it. Sometimes I know it when I don’t think I know it. I need to trust myself in these moments, these rare moments of self-doubt.

It is a simple feat of scientific electrical engineering – only expensive – blind, faint-hearted, doubting world.

It is with the reading of books the same as with looking at pictures; one must, without doubt, without hesitations, with assurance, admire what is beautiful.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.

Our weaknesses, insecurities, fears and self-doubt make all of us want to hide.

Only doubtful truths need defense.

We need others. We need others to love and we need to be loved by them. There is no doubt that without it, we too like the infant left alone, would cease to grow, cease to develop, choose madness, and even death.

I’m not going to doubt my life.