Monthly Archives: June 2014

Laterpost: Why I’m not cool enough for Warped

A tall girl clutching a few sheets of stapled paper picked up her longboard and waved to us to follow her. It was humid and a handful of us followed her closely through the crowd and into the gates to the Gexa Energy Pavilion in Dallas for the third stop of Vans Warped Tour.

Every once in a while, she’d point to a colorful tent and a few volunteers would walk to their designated tent. I was the last one to find my tent. We stepped over power cables and weaved around rolling carts of merchandise. As we walked, she started talking about how awesome HeartSupport was, but I was half-listening. I was nervous.

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Grace in Friendships

NOTE: This has been a crazy, God-moving, awesome week for me. This post went live at today and also, another post I wrote earned a feature spot at The High Calling. Sometimes I think my words disappear on the page, and then God shows up and moves. And I’m so grateful. Thanks for reading, friends.

I wasn’t sure I was parked in the right place, but I figured the noisy roll of luggage and the long goodbye hugs and hellos around me were an indication that I was close.

I kept my hazard lights on and watched the sliding doors to the airport in front of me for my best friend. It had been nearly a year since we had been able to see each other, and I was excited for her visit.

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The one thing I’ve learned about leadership

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My senior year of college I was named as editor of the student newspaper. I couldn’t believe it. I would oversee about 70 to 80 other students and the five-day production of the newspaper.

I didn’t sleep much that year. I would dream of horrible things happening: that we’d print a blank front page, that we’d misspell the university president’s name, that I’d fail.

I had this prayer I would say every day on my way to the office. I remember waiting for the train to pass, sitting in my idling truck and saying, “Dear God, please give me the discernment and skill to make decisions tonight. Help the staff put out a paper that glorifies you. Thank you for this opportunity to serve my school.”

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On really rough nights when we had half the editors out sick or our main story fall through, I remember going home at dinner and praying again. That one went more like this: “Dear Lord, I need you to hold it down for me. Because I need to hold it down for them. It’s in your hands.”

At the end of the night, when I’d walk out the door and the clock tower would chime 15 minutes before midnight, I’d pray again, “OK, God. Thank you. But let’s not do that again.”

I made so many mistakes that year. There are a million things I could have done better, but here’s what I learned about leadership that year: It starts with Christ.

In the week before my senior year started, I attended a leadership conference with about 50 other student leaders. In the first morning at the camp, I woke up early because I couldn’t sleep. I was uneasy bunking with strangers and staying at a campsite. I walked down a gravel path toward the lake to get some air when I saw four of five other students spread out around the lake, barefoot and reading their bibles and praying.

I will never forget that image of a handful of student leaders starting their day off with the Lord, and I carried that image with me that year.

We won an award for our paper that year and we put out one of the most memorable issues, but none of that is a testament to my leadership.

Because I was a nervous wreck.

Because I was broken.

Because I was the last person who should’ve been leading that paper, and the only way I did was because of Christ.

Paul writes in 2 Corinthians: But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.

In a meeting with another student leader at the end of the year, he confessed he never used to pick up the newspaper until that year. My goal had been to make the paper more relevant and more accurate and we changed the culture of that paper that year.

But we didn’t do it because of my deadlines or my meetings or my pep talks. We did it because God showed up in my weakness and showed up in those black and white pages. Every day.

NOTE: I’m linking up at The High Calling today.





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