This is what it looks like when Heaven comes down…

The Adventures in Missions Campus

I'm under no illusion that my community is perfect.
Here at Adventures, we have a culture of feedback.
We're always learning how to walk more in our identities as sons & daughters of God.
How to live and act more in the greatness to which He has called us.
We're far from perfect.
But the presence of God is all over this place.

The presence of God.
The Spirit of God.
The love of God.
The breath of God.
There's no exaggeration.
It's here.

I could write to you about all the fun things we've done.
We World Racers get pretty creative when we need cheap fun.
(Ideas may have included inflatable alligators, pvc pipe potato guns, and free boat rides.)

I could write to you about all the free gifts Jesus has given us.
(Starbucks cake pops, extra Cheeze its out of the vending machine, and computers.)

I could write to you about all the ways He's shown up financially.
(A wealthy family following God's call to literally give us their house, support checks, and miracle money popping up in personal bank accounts.)

But I want to talk to you about relationship.
About community.

At training camp, a popular sentiment is,
"THESE PEOPLE ARE CRAZY."
On the Race, the seniment becomes,
"I've become one of those crazy people."
At Project Searchlight, you begin to realize,
"These people are legit."
And now, I think we're all starting to live the truth of which I spoke before:
The presence of God is all over these people.
All over this place.

AND I WANT IN.
I say "YES!" and "AMEN!" to all that God is doing here at Adventures.

Us as little baby World Racers experiencing it all for the first time at Launch.

I have been absolutely overwhelmed at the humility of our powerhouse leadership team.
I have been absolutely dumbfounded by the caliber of godly men in my midst.
I have been stunned by the beauty and faith of the women who surround me.

Sometimes, I can't stop smiling.

Here at Adventures, we smash the so-called drugery of rainy monday mornings in the face with gathering the staff into a time of corporate praise to the King of Kings, the Spirit who truly rules and reigns here at Adventures in Missions. The real boss. And this isn't your typical "sit in rows, slow song-fast song-slow song, move on with your day" staff devotion. But the difference doesn't lie solely in the moving away of chairs, semi-obscure worship songs, or lack of time restraint, but in the Spirit that overwhelms the place. Whether it's speaking truth and life over our brothers and sisters, dancing around in praise, or having the leadership team physically surround the staff in prayer, I have been in awe. Not of my coworkers, though they are wonderful. But how a generation has risen up to follow the Spirit's leading. To go, when He says go. And to stay, when He says stay.

I could go on and on.

One night in particular stands out.
Just a night at the house, after dinner and hanging out.
Our men, praying over us women, just because they wanted to.
Speaking truth over their sisters.
Declaring freedom.
Annointing us with oil.
Singing over us.
Just like Zepheniah says Jesus does.
He rejoices over us with loud singing.

Just a night at the house, standing on couches, singing to Jesus.

These people are crazy.
I've become a crazy person.
These people are legit.
The presence of God is all over these people.
All over this place.
And I want in.