paintings



Can art be an instrument of peace, a voice to speak truth, a way to say, “Hey. Jesus loves you and I want to help you visualize that…?” I want to do this more. It’s how I come alive.
tonight
a church along aurora has a wonderful ministry that I’ve been taking part in. we go to some of the motels and deliver warm meals to the residents there. as a leader within epic life church, i have prayed and discussed with others the need for our citywide Body of Christ to work together and reach a community that often is overlooked.
what i have noticed in the last several months is a clear awareness of the reality of God among the residents in these motels. strange, i make alot of assumptions, and it seems that each one fails me. tonight, i met two wonderful people- one in particular who really touched me. she was like a book, and she opened herself up and was vulnerable with me. she has been in and out of treatment, addictions- has moved from one place to another, has lost dearly loved ones, has suffered from intense illness, and has come out somehow admirably strong and hopeful. i admire her.
the funny thing is, given another circumstance- on the bus for instance- i would have easily passed her up in my haste to get to the next commitment. missing her front left teeth, so a broken smile- dark eyes, long black hair, 50-something. but compassion allows you to see the beauty in someone despite their appearances. amazing how that happens.
and she was beautiful.
she let me pray for her, and we prayed about housing and health and setting an example to her children. we prayed about hope and perseverance. we prayed for freedom from the bonds of addiction and all of its broken promises. substances never hold up their end of the deal- they are temporary, at best.
she spoke to me about a hope trudging on through a broken situation- how joyful she was to have “this beautiful room in the best corner of the motel in a great location!” i was humbled. and she had a van. she praised the Lord for her van and for that motel room she shared with her son, his girlfriend, and their two children. she praised the Lord because she was still alive and getting surgery on her colon soon. she celebrated the things that i would complain about. thank you, sweet reality check. seems the Lord reveals the worst and best in us, doesn’t He?
The Right Stuff!
This weekend, the church plant leadership team went on a retreat. We got on a ferry and crossed the Sound- spent the weekend away from the busy streets of Seattle. I believe the Lord used this weekend to encourage and challenge us all in different ways, and I can sense His work in our team.
Corporate worship was encouraging today. We pray each Sunday as a group, whoever wants to come and pray- and lift up personal needs, ministry needs, spiritual needs, our hopes as a Body, and our neighborhoods and communities. I think we are catching on to the beauty and reality of prayer. It was a time of just honestly coming before the Lord in humility and seeking His face together, about 20 of us gathered in a circle.
I gotta give some love to David. Dave, if you read this- I want you to know that the music that your band is playing up there sounds stronger and more powerful than I ever would have conceived back in Winona. I mean, seriously. There is some passion and hope in those words and in those instruments like I haven’t heard since…well…ever. I just pray that the Lord would continue to pour out His wisdom and leadership on the music ministry and all that it entails- on David as he leads; Chuck, Maurice, Matthew, Aaron, Josh, and anyone else who was and is and will be involved in it. I am so thankful for the way music is used to touch and to heal hearts and broken spirits.
A South Korean couple came in through the back doors to corporate worship, they were visiting Seattle for a short time, and through the little I could make out from the communication gap, I discovered that he was is a pastor there. I was so encouraged by his enthusiasm for our mission. He was smiling from ear to ear the whole time, clapping and taking pictures, and his wife was there next to him, with her Korean/English translation Bible, looking up everything, listening intently, engaging. I was just so encouraged. How does a random couple on a vacation to the US from South Korea even hear about little ELC? I guess I will never know unless God allows us to meet again.
The House Church ministry is moving towards a shift- a purposeful shift. Right now, we have four house churches meeting throughout North Seattle. One is all guys, one all girls, one with families, and another just begun. We are going to take a step back and move to three. We are going to take all of the people involved and do a big blender experiment. The goal of a house church is really to be a mini-model of the Body of Christ- that means men and women, old and young, families and singles working together in an intimate group. I am excited and expectant. Not sure what it all will look like, but we are praying for eight house churches throughout Seattle by August 8th!
The House Churches, as well as youth and children’s ministries, area all operating on a ‘life cycle’:
Serve, Study, Play, Study. This has been effective because it has provided an opportunity to fellowship and grow together without feeling the pressure of having to answer all of the right questions- not just a Bible Study, but a life-together journey through our neighborhoods and with our immediate communities. Please pray for these groups.
Lots of exciting things to share, but I must go to sleep.
Pray for our brothers Josh, Brent, and Charlie…they have been an encouraging, strong, and faithful support in the work of Epic Life. They’re all three in the NAVY and are being deployed shortly. We’ll miss them!
Epic Life Weekend Journal
Averi, Keith and I met yesterday to discuss how we can better develop our Sunday weekend journal.
We all agree that the goal for this is not to be a ‘bulletin’ that people receive and look at for an hour and half during Sunday worship, and stuff into their Bibles or throw in the trash. The goal is for it to be more than a place for people to take notes- for it to be more of a publication than a ‘bulletin’, and to be a tool to help people grow and establish a commitment to study and spiritual development.
So, here are our ideas-
This will be a monthly ‘publication’, instead of a weekly bulletin. We will give it out at the beginning of each month to the Epic Life crew, and ask that they be responsible for bringing it back- and using it throughout the week to reflect.
The content will include Keith’s discussion title for the coming four Sundays, an expose, story, thought, or overview from him about what he will be sharing with us, Scripture written out fully in relation to the topic, some reflection questions to look at personally and to discuss with your house church, and an area for journaling your thoughts.
Some other ideas were to use Averi’s photography skills more to develop ‘Epic Lives’ profiles- sharing stories of people within the faith community and along Aurora, having some ‘fill-in-the-blank’ type of interaction for people who are a little more right-brained, and having some ministry ’spotlights’ throughout the journal that highlight different ministries and what they are doing within Epic- and how peeps can get more involved.
The goal for the journal is not for marketing or attraction, it is to go deeper and to get our thoughts really stirring. We hope that this added level of engagement and responsibility will bring our leaders to a more intimate knowing of Epic’s mission and values, as well as a deeper understanding of each other as a Body of Christ and our mission as a community.
What are your thoughts?
How can we make this better?
What would you like to see as a part of this/do you agree or disagree with this idea?
Meet Ben & Kristy Carlson, Our First Missionaries!

Exciting news! As Epic Life Church, we are now partnering with our first missionary team, Ben and Kristy Carlson!
They are serving in Durban, KwaZulu Natal, South Africa.
Ben and Kristy graduated from Winona State University in Minnesota (where most of us went to college) back when Keith was just starting out leading the college ministry at Pleasant Valley Church. Ben was one of Keith’s first leaders within the college ministry, and joined Navigators with Kristy in 2001 to be missionaries in South Africa.
They are working with students at the University of KwaZulu Natal- ministering to, mentoring, and developing Christ followers there. Ben & Kristy have an adorable son named Myles, and two Great Danes to protect and love on the family. They are also in the process of adopting another child!
Check out their blog:
evergreencity.blogspot.com
Hello Friends!!!
Dear Friends,
I am sorry to admit that my last update was February 5th!
Thank you so much for your interest, thoughts, and prayers. You are all in my heart, as I continue to grow and develop- I know that my spiritual journey would be incomplete without each and every one of you- whether you have impacted my life in big or small ways, thank you.
I do certainly want to update more often, and make it a discipline because it is a beautiful and important thing. Yet, please have grace with me as my life is not yet consistent, nor fully disciplined…
It is getting closer to summer in Seattle. There are alot of things ‘yet to be done in this city’ and much need here. I have only begun to scratch the surface of all the Lord has here. I hope to begin blogging more about incarnational ministries, about the things happening, the community along Aurora and North Seattle, and how God’s movement is pushing and pulling us.

Ben, the leader of Awake Church on north Aurora, wrote this with a link to a very real situation for many along Aurora’s corridor. Check it out:
“Please take a moment to read this article from the New York Times about the hidden homelessness of families living in motels. And pray. The parallels of this story to what we’re seeing here are too numerous to count. These neighbors aren’t just on Aurora – they’re all over the place!”
barack, prayer, and seattle.
February 05, 2009
Obama’s Remarks at the National Prayer Breakfast
Good morning. I want to thank the Co-Chairs of this breakfast, Representatives Heath Shuler and Vernon Ehlers. I’d also like to thank Tony Blair for coming today, as well as our Vice President, Joe Biden, members of my Cabinet, members of Congress, clergy, friends, and dignitaries from across the world.
Michelle and I are honored to join you in prayer this morning. I know this breakfast has a long history in Washington, and faith has always been a guiding force in our family’s life, so we feel very much at home and look forward to keeping this tradition alive during our time here.
It’s a tradition that I’m told actually began many years ago in the city of Seattle. It was the height of the Great Depression, and most people found themselves out of work. Many fell into poverty. Some lost everything.
The leaders of the community did all that they could for those who were suffering in their midst. And then they decided to do something more: they prayed. It didn’t matter what party or religious affiliation to which they belonged. They simply gathered one morning as brothers and sisters to share a meal and talk with God.
These breakfasts soon sprouted up throughout Seattle, and quickly spread to cities and towns across America, eventually making their way to Washington. A short time after President Eisenhower asked a group of Senators if he could join their prayer breakfast, it became a national event. And today, as I see presidents and dignitaries here from every corner of the globe, it strikes me that this is one of the rare occasions that still brings much of the world together in a moment of peace and goodwill.
I raise this history because far too often, we have seen faith wielded as a tool to divide us from one another – as an excuse for prejudice and intolerance. Wars have been waged. Innocents have been slaughtered. For centuries, entire religions have been persecuted, all in the name of perceived righteousness.
There is no doubt that the very nature of faith means that some of our beliefs will never be the same. We read from different texts. We follow different edicts. We subscribe to different accounts of how we came to be here and where we’re going next – and some subscribe to no faith at all.
But no matter what we choose to believe, let us remember that there is no religion whose central tenet is hate. There is no God who condones taking the life of an innocent human being. This much we know.
We know too that whatever our differences, there is one law that binds all great religions together. Jesus told us to “love thy neighbor as thyself.” The Torah commands, “That which is hateful to you, do not do to your fellow.” In Islam, there is a hadith that reads “None of you truly believes until he wishes for his brother what he wishes for himself.” And the same is true for Buddhists and Hindus; for followers of Confucius and for humanists. It is, of course, the Golden Rule – the call to love one another; to understand one another; to treat with dignity and respect those with whom we share a brief moment on this Earth.
It is an ancient rule; a simple rule; but also one of the most challenging. For it asks each of us to take some measure of responsibility for the well-being of people we may not know or worship with or agree with on every issue. Sometimes, it asks us to reconcile with bitter enemies or resolve ancient hatreds. And that requires a living, breathing, active faith. It requires us not only to believe, but to do – to give something of ourselves for the benefit of others and the betterment of our world.
In this way, the particular faith that motivates each of us can promote a greater good for all of us. Instead of driving us apart, our varied beliefs can bring us together to feed the hungry and comfort the afflicted; to make peace where there is strife and rebuild what has broken; to lift up those who have fallen on hard times. This is not only our call as people of faith, but our duty as citizens of America, and it will be the purpose of the White House Office of Faith-Based and Neighborhood Partnerships that I’m announcing later today.
The goal of this office will not be to favor one religious group over another – or even religious groups over secular groups. It will simply be to work on behalf of those organizations that want to work on behalf of our communities, and to do so without blurring the line that our founders wisely drew between church and state. This work is important, because whether it’s a secular group advising families facing foreclosure or faith-based groups providing job-training to those who need work, few are closer to what’s happening on our streets and in our neighborhoods than these organizations. People trust them. Communities rely on them. And we will help them.
We will also reach out to leaders and scholars around the world to foster a more productive and peaceful dialogue on faith. I don’t expect divisions to disappear overnight, nor do I believe that long-held views and conflicts will suddenly vanish. But I do believe that if we can talk to one another openly and honestly, then perhaps old rifts will start to mend and new partnerships will begin to emerge. In a world that grows smaller by the day, perhaps we can begin to crowd out the destructive forces of zealotry and make room for the healing power of understanding.
This is my hope. This is my prayer.
I believe this good is possible because my faith teaches me that all is possible, but I also believe because of what I have seen and what I have lived.
I was not raised in a particularly religious household. I had a father who was born a Muslim but became an atheist, grandparents who were non-practicing Methodists and Baptists, and a mother who was skeptical of organized religion, even as she was the kindest, most spiritual person I’ve ever known. She was the one who taught me as a child to love, and to understand, and to do unto others as I would want done.
I didn’t become a Christian until many years later, when I moved to the South Side of Chicago after college. It happened not because of indoctrination or a sudden revelation, but because I spent month after month working with church folks who simply wanted to help neighbors who were down on their luck – no matter what they looked like, or where they came from, or who they prayed to. It was on those streets, in those neighborhoods, that I first heard God’s spirit beckon me. It was there that I felt called to a higher purpose – His purpose.
In different ways and different forms, it is that spirit and sense of purpose that drew friends and neighbors to that first prayer breakfast in Seattle all those years ago, during another trying time for our nation. It is what led friends and neighbors from so many faiths and nations here today. We come to break bread and give thanks and seek guidance, but also to rededicate ourselves to the mission of love and service that lies at the heart of all humanity. As St. Augustine once said, “Pray as though everything depended on God. Work as though everything depended on you.”
So let us pray together on this February morning, but let us also work together in all the days and months ahead. For it is only through common struggle and common effort, as brothers and sisters, that we fulfill our highest purpose as beloved children of God. I ask you to join me in that effort, and I also ask that you pray for me, for my family, and for the continued perfection of our union. Thank you.
Page Taken from: http://www.realclearpolitics.com/articles/2009/02/obama_prayer_breakfast.html
I am sorry
My sincere apologies to anyone who has been reading my blog postings (or lack thereof). A few weeks ago, my computer crashed, and since then it has been pretty difficult to write. Stay posted.
Love you all, please keep us in your prayers.
I Hate Getting Up Early
Today was another early morning serving at the shelter in the University District. I hate waking up for it (I am such a night person), but afterwards, I am so thankful. I am making my faith tangible, and it’s about giving something up (for example; sleep), that most normal human beings would not.
In conversation, I have learned about and discussed the truly sacrificial cost that comes with living in the name of Christ. For instance- I am called to minister justice and to proclaim the Kingdom of Heaven. Proclaiming that Kingdom doesn’t come naturally, nor does it come easily, even though it is the most valuable concept in my mind’s vocabulary.
I would rather sit on the bus and listen to my shuffle, than talk with the woman next to me. I would rather watch an episode of Scrubs than go out to share a conversation with a neighbor. I would rather spend the $50 on some new jeans and a cute top than send it to World Vision for relief in the DRC. I would rather be selfish and keep my bitter thoughts to myself than to confront my sister about how much it hurts me. I would rather sleep than wake up early on my ‘weekend’ day to go to serve at a homeless shelter.
The will and the Spirit are in such constant opposition. My eternity-minded self wants to ‘grab life by the horns’ (thank you Dodge commercials) and live every day by abandoning my selfish impulses and being consistently faithful to His call. But my flesh is just SO annoyingly weak.
There is a piece within the book of Romans, where Paul literally wrestles through these issues. He says:
“The law is good. The trouble is not with the law but with me, because I am sold into slavery, with sin as my master. I don’t understand myself at all, for I really want to do what is right, but I don’t do it. Instead, I do the very thing I hate. I know perfectly well that what I am doing is wrong, and my bad conscience shows that I agree that the law is good. But I can’t help myself, because it is sin inside me that makes me do these evil things. I know I am rotten through and through as far as my old sinful nature is concerned. No matter which way I turn, I canm’t make myself do right. I want to, but I can’t. When I want to do good, I don’t. And when I try not to do wrong, I do it anyway. But if I am doing what I don’t want to do, I am not really the one doing it; the sin within me is doing it. It seems to be a fact of life that when I want to do what is right, I inevitably do what is wrong. I love God’s law with all my heart. But there is another law at work within me that is at war with my mind. This law wins the fight and makes me a slave to the sin that is still within me. Oh, what a miserable person I am! Who will free me from this life that is dominated by sin? Thank God! The answer is in Jesus Christ our Lord.” Romans 7:14-25
The beauty in it all is the grace we are free to take hold of. This is the grace that doesn’t ask us to give up our paycheck, to feed the homeless three times a week, to memorize the New Testament- in order to be securely loved and fastened to his promise of eternal hope.
The true joy within Christianity only comes from that place of true submission out of love and reverence for Christ’s call. It is holy, and it is hard. He asks us to take it seriously, not because our works will save us from ‘certain death’, but because it is in this serious selflessness that we will truly find him and all that is his character and his Kingdom.
I hope that makes sense to you.
And I hope that we find this place together.
life and the church plant
‘you can find something truly important in an ordinary minute.’
-for one more day
Today was sort of a “break” from all the questions.
After work, i took the bus down to the St. James Cathedral.

It was quiet and serene and the atmosphere called for reflection. The lights were low and a hundred candles filled corners under monuments of the saints and Mary. After sitting in a pew for several minutes, I laid down with my head resting on my bag. I couldn’t focus in enough to pray or think, so I just laid there, staring up at the stained glass reflections and golden arches.
There is something so intensely holy about the cathedral. The smell, the streaming light, the whispered prayers. I will be spending more time there- when I need a place to just think straight and alone.
I also stopped back in the Pike Place market to see some old friends. After the cafe shut down, I left ‘coffee’ and since, haven’t gone downtown too often. Anna and Annette are at the old Post Alley store still, so we had some good conversation about traveling and Christmas vacation, family, etc. What a refreshment. The friends I made at SBC will really stay with me in memory and in spirit. For a long time. It’s been difficult to remain connected (not working with them every day is possibly the culprit), but I really want to continue to make an effort with those wonderful, wonderful people. I appreciate them so much.
I had the wonderful opportunity to lead our ‘house church’ experience this evening, and aimed to foster a discussion on the first eleven verses of Philippians. We ate jambalaya (a newfound favorite), and taught each other a bit more about what Paul might have meant when he said to “love appropriately”- not only more, but better. I am still wrestling with what this might look like for me, for the church, for Christians in general.
Sunday night was such an encouragement (I believe to all of us). The faces are becoming friendships and I am excited about the progression. Every Sunday morning, I have been serving at a youth shelter called ROOTS (Rising Out Of The Shadows) in the University District, and this last Sunday, Kari and Jeff came along. Jeff lead with excellent professionalism, and for the first time in a long time, I felt- peace. I guess what I mean is, I am starting to recognize faces and develop trust with these young people. I am waking up at the buttcrack of dawn because I love them. I seriously, deeply, compassionately love each and every child in that shelter- and I think they are finally starting to see that. If only through a warm, joyfully prepared breakfast. Maybe being the hands and feet of Christ really isn’t such a painful task. Could it be true that his yoke is easy, and his burden is light?
What I’m saying is; when we finally begin to discover how to use and work out the talents and passions He’s given us- it’s not always easy at the beginning, but he makes joy out of it, eventually. The yoke becomes easier to bear, the burden gets lighter. And this burden of love is one not to be taken lightly!