I’m wired to think big vision and strategic steps. I often think forward, contemplating what might be the next mountain to climb or battle to fight. In the process of thinking about the big picture, I can often miss the seemingly small yet eternally significant victories along the way- especially when I’m facing external challenges, struggling with internal discouragement, or things are moving slow. Continue reading
I’m often asked by other pastors and church-planters to describe ministry in Vermont. It often reminds me of a century ride I did on my bike a couple of summers ago. Me and a buddy mapped our route so the pinnacle of Smugglers Notch would be the exact halfway point- which means at 42 miles in, you begin an eight mile, 1800 ft climb. About three miles into the climb you begin feeling the stress in your thighs and calves, and your simple focus becomes spin that flywheel, spin that flywheel one pedal push at a time. You quickly realize you have no idea how far you’ve actually traveled, because all of your normal training rides felt much easier than tackling this mountainous behemoth. Your hope is to eventually reach the summit… you will know it when you get there and not a minute before. Continue reading
- My wife is always my most important team member. Continue reading
This past November I walked through the back door from a Sunday afternoon hike with the kids and shared a simple observation with Christin: “I am discouraged.” I didn’t mean the discouragement that comes from a tough week, a tense conversation, or even riding the ministry roller coaster of starting a church. I meant real discouragement: the type that lingers in your soul for months and makes you feel like you don’t have anything left in the your spiritual, emotional, or mental tanks. Continue reading
Friends & Spiritual Family,
I want to solicit your prayers for my mom. On Friday afternoon she was taken to the hospital via ambulance due to a high fever (105+) and lack of coherence. She was showing some improvement over the weekend and I spoke with her briefly on Sunday.
This morning my brother Brian called to tell me her condition had worsened. Continue reading
Reposted from northcountrycpn.com.
I may live in the frozen tundra of Vermont where hockey rules and locals hope to see their children one day compete for the Stanley Cup, but I still enjoy watching the NBA playoffs. This year I especially enjoyed watching the San Antonio Spurs systematically dismantle the Miami Heat. After watching the final game, I jotted down seven lessons learned from watching the Spurs and especially Coach Greg Popovich (which just might also apply to church-planting). Continue reading
Often when we look at the world around us, we can see much that is going wrong. Sometimes God gives us glimpses of what He’s doing, of what is right, and it serves as a breath of fresh air. Watching two close of my friends joined together in marriage this past Sunday was just that. Continue reading
Spring bring a sense of newness to Burlington as the chill of winter fades and the warmth of summer takes over. The sounds of birds chirping fills the air. City parks become repopulated, Lake Champlain beaches reopens, and Church Street comes alive. Neighbors reintroduce themselves. For me, my family, and our church, this sense of newness is especially true.
A NEW SON. By far the biggest news of our lives this spring was the birth of our son, Skye Maloy Pounds, on May 25. Continue reading