This week at Boundless Online Church , we kept coming back to one foundational truth that runs through everything we do: people don't need to be impressed: they need to feel safe, seen, and loved. Not managed. Not rushed. Not "handled." Just genuinely cared for. When I look back at the conversations, the posts, and the encouragement we've shared this week, I see a common thread. Whether we were talking about greeting guests, leading teams, or simply showing up in our own mess

Let's be real: managing screen time while raising kids in faith feels like trying to juggle flaming swords some days. Tablets at breakfast, smartphones at bedtime, gaming consoles calling from the living room. Meanwhile, I'm trying to teach my children that God deserves our attention, our family deserves our presence, and that scrolling through life isn't actually living it. But here's what I've learned: technology isn't the enemy. It's a tool. The question isn't whether we u

Every story needs a world to live in. Whether you're writing fantasy, science fiction, contemporary drama, or something in between, the world you create becomes the stage where your characters breathe, struggle, and grow. But here's what I've learned over years of crafting stories: the worlds we build as Christian creators are fundamentally different: not because we slap a church on every corner, but because faith changes how we see reality itself. World-building isn't just a

We live in a culture that's terrified of silence. Seriously, think about it. We wake up to alarms, immediately scroll through our phones, turn on podcasts during breakfast, listen to music in the car, and fill every quiet moment with something . Even in our worship services, we've become experts at creating non-stop soundscapes: powerful worship sets that flow seamlessly from one song to the next, instrumental music during prayer, and background tracks during communion. But h

I'll never forget the moment I realized I'd made a significant mistake in a decision that affected my entire team. My stomach dropped. My first instinct? Come up with a really good explanation that would shift the blame somewhere: anywhere: else. But then something stopped me. I thought about the leaders who'd shaped me most, and they all had one thing in common: they weren't afraid to say "I was wrong." So I did it. I gathered everyone, owned my mistake completely, and apolo

There's a moment when life hits you so hard that you can't remember who you were before. For me, it wasn't just one thing: it was a cascade. A job loss that destroyed my sense of purpose. A relationship that ended in betrayal. Financial pressure that made me question everything I thought I'd built. Within six months, the life I knew had completely crumbled. I'm not writing this from a place of "look how great everything is now." I'm writing this from the messy middle: the pla