Burned Out on Church

Since announcing that we’re moving to Austin to plant a church, I’ve been in contact with a fair number of people who have a friend or relative in the Austin area who aren’t connected to a church of any sort.

Most, if not all, of these referrals would consider themselves to be Christians, but they see no need for “church.” One person put it well when he described his child as being “burned out on traditional church.”

Which makes me wonder: Why are so many Christians finding themselves burning out on traditional church?

I ask for two reasons.

1. I don’t want to plant a church that causes Christians to burn out.
2. I’d love to help create the kind of community that would draw in and reinvigorate these burned out Christians (While at the same time pursuing our primary goal of connecting with those who don’t follow Christ and have no church experience).

What do you think?

The Art of the Start

We’ve been hanging out in Austin all week long. We’ve met new friends, scoped out different parts of the city, and eaten tons of good food. Can’t wait to move here in June.

If you live in the Austin area and want to know more about the church plant, which for now has been creatively titled “The Austin Project,” drop a comment or hit me up on Facebook or Twitter.

Tomorrow we head for Boise to attend “The Art of the Start.” This is a training event for church planters. The name comes from Guy Kawasaki’s book of the same title. It’ a pretty good read if you’re getting ready to start something.

I’ve been chillin on the blog for few weeks, but once we get back from Idaho, I’m going to get busy posting more about The Austin Project and what I’m learning from the experience.

Happy Anniversary Larry Bird

On this day in 1985, Bird scored 60 against the Hawks. Even the Hawks were cheering for him.

Ode to Wade

Here’s another choice morsel from my roast at Garnett. This one is from Ken Hager, a good friend, former Garnett Shepherd, and world class wood turner.

Ode to Wade

This saga begins on a west Texas farm

with the birth of Wade, and with little alarm.

Loyd and Sue’s ambition for this robust child

was to till the soil and not go wild.

Little they knew what lay in store.

His reputation would spread from shore to shore.

They thought him strange in those formative years.

How did he get such weird stuff between his ears?

Instead of working the fields like a real Texas man,

he would debate the boll weevils ’till they left the land.

He would torment his sister from daylight to dark.

With the farming tasks, he took little part.

“This son of ours just may not be right.

He reads, debates and plays basketball.

At the end of the day, that’s just about all.

My suggestion is this, and don’t think me a fool,

The best thing to do is send him off to school.

There he can mingle with the academic crowd.

Just maybe some day he will make us all proud.”

So with his sneakers laced tight and basketball in hand,

he hit the court at ACU, sure he’d be in demand.

He proclaimed to his coach, “I plan to go Pro.

So I’ll only be here a year or so.”

Coach’s head spun around and, with a big frown,

said, “Wade, you can’t. Your butt’s too close to the ground.

Well, Wade took the news with some style and grace,

and decided, “I must learn to use my brain in this place.

Then out of the blue appeared a young lass,

widely traveled and bright, with a great deal of class.

She floated on the scene as light as a feather,

the one we all know now as Heather.

She spotted Wade across the room–

tall and black-haired–and thought, He’ll make a good groom.

Though rough at the edges, his feet still in the soil,

I can work on this boy with great labor and toil.

The rest is history, as folks like to say.

Two boys came along and they were well on their way.

It wasn’t long ’till fate sent them here.

They were met with love and a great deal of cheer.

Our paradigm he challenged, our behavior did chide.

Pondering the depths of scripture, we were in for a ride.

But his calling to plant churches ran deep, no mistake.

He’s leaving Oklahoma for Texas to raise the IQ of both states.

Top 10 Ways You Know You Just Heard a Wade Hodges Sermon

On Sunday, we had a farewell luncheon at Garnett. The food was great. It was roasted pork loin. The entertainment was even better. It was roasted Wade. The Garnett leadership team really knows my love language. To me, nothing says “I love you” like good-natured kidding. Why hug someone when you can insult them? That’s what I always say. Anyway, they did a great job.

Loy Johnson did a top 10 list. Only one thing he said sorta bothered me, but I’ll keep that secret for now.

The Top Ten Ways You Know You Just Heard a Wade Hodges Sermon

1. At lunch, the topic of conversation centers around the question �Did he really just say what I think he said?�

2. You�re not quite sure yet, but you have either just been highly offended, or deeply challenged.

3. You leave the service wrestling with unanswered questions � most glaringly, �Where did he get those Chuck Taylor tennis shoes � and why?�

4. People are seen fleeing the auditorium with ears covered, screaming �It can�t be, it can�t be�.

5. When confronting your teenage son about leaving his dirty clothes on the bathroom floor, he argues that according to Wade�s �both �and� theology, your job as a mother is to both pick up his clothes, and to wash them. He is immediately grounded for life.

6. You contact the bulimia hot line to set up an intervention.

7. Your grandmother comments, �That sermon on sin was really great � do you think he was for it or against it?�

8. You have had your toes stepped on, your brain stretched, your sensibilities shaken, your presuppositions shattered, your doctrinal positions contested, your traditional thinking challenged, and all that you hold dear called into question. But other than that, it was a good morning.

9. You realize there might actually be democrats in heaven � they just have to sit with the Presbyterians.

10. You have a sudden and unyielding urge to do homework.