The Short Answer Is…”Because I Follow in the Way of Jesus”

News of the low-barrier, 24/7 homelessness resource center planned for downtown Fort Wayne has been circulating throughout our fine city. The stories, questions, and concerns have recently increased as a city councilman voiced some concerns. When Downtown Fort Wayne released their concerns inviting the city to pump the brakes, more rumors, questions and concerns have risen.

As the most direct neighbor to the proposed location, I have been able to meet with officials from the city on multiple occassions to hear about the proposal, ask questions, and have my concerns addressed. After these meetings, I am lending my support to this project.

Some expressing concern have implied that this proposed center is inviting a “problem” into the area. I would invite those folks to come spend just 45-minutes with me at 300 E. Wayne Street as they will quickly see that this is actually a response to an existing issue, not the creation of a new one. Also, let us remember that this “problem” is someone’s son, daughter, brother, sister, friend, our neighbor.

I would also like to remind folks who are saying this location will prevent development that it is right across the street from the Rescue Mission. It’s not like they are proposing to put this next to the development near the riverfront. It’s across the street from existing homeless services and less than a block from a low to no income healthcare facility (Matthew 25).

If we wait for the ideal location, we will never make progress. There will never be a “perfect” location for this type of facility. But, placing it in an area that is already serving this population makes sense.

With this blog, I’m including two statements I prepared to express my support this cause. For those who don’t want to read through the message, here’s the short answer. I’m supporting this project because I am committed to following in the way of Jesus (you know, the One who made time and space for the hungry, sick, thirsty, isolated, lonely, disturbed, unsheltered, outcasts, marginalized and vulnerable).

Here’s a letter of support I wrote:

To Whom It May Concern,

As the Lead Pastor of First Wayne Street United Methodist Church in downtown Fort Wayne, I write to offer my support for the proposed low-barrier, 24/7 resource center for our unhoused neighbors.

For years, our congregation has been deeply engaged in ministry alongside individuals experiencing homelessness, poverty, and addiction. We regularly encounter neighbors who, for one reason or another, are unable to access existing shelters or service agencies. Some are turned away due to capacity limits. Others do not meet intake requirements. Still others struggle with mental health or substance use challenges that make participation in structured programs difficult.

At present, we have no consistent place to refer these individuals, especially outside of standard business hours. A 24/7, low-barrier facility would provide an essential referral option, ensuring that when someone shows up at our doors, we are not left with no safe alternative to offer. The ability to connect people to care immediately would be a tremendous asset to both churches and community partners.

We also recognize that a facility of this nature may draw individuals who are actively struggling with addiction or untreated mental health challenges. As a downtown congregation with children, youth, and elderly adults regularly participating in worship services, recovery groups, and community programming, we take safety concerns seriously. Increased presence and security are important considerations, and we are grateful that the proposed plan includes monitoring and oversight of the property. Knowing that the facility will have structured supervision, clear policies, and coordination with community partners helps alleviate many of our primary concerns as a direct neighbor.

At the same time, we must be honest: the need for this center outweighs the concerns.

Every day, we see the human cost of inadequate access to shelter and resources. We see neighbors sleeping in unsafe places. We see people cycling through emergency rooms, jails, and temporary solutions. We see the exhaustion of those trying to navigate a system that often feels inaccessible or overwhelming. A 24/7 resource center represents a practical and compassionate step toward stability, coordination, and dignity.

As a congregation rooted in the Wesleyan tradition, responding to the needs of our marginalized and vulnerable neighbors is not optional. It is central to our calling. While we will be direct neighbors, sharing the same city block, taking a “not in my backyard” approach is not consistent with our faith or our mission. We believe that communities are strengthened when we invest in thoughtful, well-managed solutions that care for those on the margins.

This proposed center is not a cure-all. But it is a hopeful step forward. It signals that our city is willing to acknowledge the growing need and respond with intentionality and compassion. With clear collaboration, responsible oversight, and ongoing communication, we believe this facility can become a stabilizing presence that benefits both its participants and the broader downtown community.

Thank you for your leadership and for your willingness to address complex challenges with courage and vision. First Wayne Street United Methodist Church stands ready to continue partnering in efforts that reflect the best of who we are as a city…compassionate, collaborative, and committed to the dignity of every person.

Here’s a brief statement I wrote for a local news outlet:

This is a defining moment for Fort Wayne and we need to be honest about what’s at stake.

Right now, people in our community are suffering in plain sight. They are sleeping outside, being turned away from shelters, cycling through systems that were never designed to truly help them and too often, we’ve learned to look the other way. That is not just unfortunate. It is unacceptable.

Let’s be clear: the real crisis is not this facility. The real crisis is our willingness to tolerate human beings living and dying without dignity.

A 24/7, low-barrier resource center is not some extreme idea. It is the bare minimum of what compassion requires. If we find ourselves more concerned about inconvenience than we are about human life, then we have lost our moral compass.

As a church, we reject the idea that faith means staying comfortable while others suffer. That is not the way of Jesus. We are called to show up, to stand with those on the margins, and to build a community where no one is disposable.

So yes, there are concerns, but there is also a deeper question: who are we going to be?

This is our moment to choose courage over fear, compassion over apathy, and dignity over neglect. And we should not hesitate.

Graceful Departure: Blessing Those Who Leave

A quick note: This isn’t written with any one person, group, or moment in mind. It grows out of 28 years in ministry and the lessons learned through experience, shaped by the wisdom of others, and held together by the boundaries that help ministry endure.

There’s a quiet tension many pastors and church leaders carry but don’t often name out loud: what do we do when people leave?

We’re trained (formally and informally) to see departure as failure. If someone walks away, we replay conversations, revisit decisions, and wonder what we could have done differently. Sometimes, that reflection is faithful and necessary. If harm was done, if someone was ignored, if we failed to love well, then we must own it, repent, and seek reconciliation. 

But not every departure is a failure. Sometimes, it’s clarity. It’s health. It’s exactly what the church needs.

The local church is not a social club built around preferences. It is a community shaped by a shared mission and vision, rooted in the way of Jesus. That mission should form everything: how we love, who we include, what we prioritize, and how we live together.

When someone no longer embraces that mission, tension is inevitable. Not the healthy kind that sharpens and deepens, but the kind that clogs, distracts, and slowly drains the life out of a community. Energy gets diverted. Conversations stall. Leaders become reactive instead of proactive. The work of the church begins to revolve around managing dissatisfaction instead of participating in God’s movement.

At some point, we have to tell the truth: not everyone is called to every church. And that’s okay. Yes, we proclaim (and should practice) that all are welcome in our church. But, if we’re being honest, our church will not be everyone’s cup of tea.

There’s a subtle but powerful myth in church culture that faithfulness means keeping everyone happy and present. Jesus never operated that way.

People walked away from Him. Some couldn’t accept his teachings. Others were threatened by his inclusive spirit. Some simply wanted a different kind of Messiah, one who aligned more closely with their expectations, their power structures, or their politics.

Jesus didn’t chase them down to renegotiate the mission. He stayed rooted in it.

There are moments when people leave not because of personal hurt, but because of theological and missional divergence.

When people want a church that excludes, they have already drifted from the expansive love at the heart of the Gospel.

When people elevate political ideology to the level of faithfulness (and confuse it with orthodoxy), they are no longer being shaped by Jesus, but by something else entirely.

When people resist efforts toward justice, inclusion, or compassion for the vulnerable, they are not pushing back against a trend, they are resisting a core thread of Scripture.

To go back a few years ago to the pandemic…when something like masks or social distancing becomes a breaking point, it is rarely just about that. Those moments often reveal deeper convictions about humility, community responsibility, and what it means to “consider others better than ourselves.”

At some point, divergence becomes too wide to ignore.

Here’s the part we don’t say enough: there can be a kind of holy relief when misalignment leaves the room. Not because we stop loving those who go, but because the constant friction, negativity, and, at times, immature pettiness goes with them. The air feels lighter. The focus becomes clearer. The community can move forward without being anchored to resistance.

This isn’t about celebrating loss. It’s about recognizing that unity is not the same as uniform attendance. It’s shared direction. When that shared direction is restored, something opens up.

Let me be clear, we still love people who leave. We bless them. We pray for them. We leave the door open for their return. 

But we don’t chase after the disgruntled to win them back, especially when their departure is rooted in a rejection of the mission itself. Chasing can sometimes communicate that the mission is negotiable, that the loudest dissatisfaction gets to set the agenda.

The only time we pursue intentionally is when we have caused harm. In those moments, we go not to reclaim attendance, but to seek reconciliation.

Otherwise, we release people with grace.

Every church has limited energy, attention, and capacity. When those resources are consumed by managing ongoing resistance, there is little left for forming disciples, serving the community, or embodying the Gospel in meaningful ways.

But when that resistance departs, space is created. Space for new voices. Space for deeper alignment. Space for people who are ready to live into the mission with joy, courage, and humility.

This is not about building an echo chamber. It’s about cultivating a community that is genuinely committed to the way of Jesus, even when that way challenges comfort, power, and personal preference.

If you’re a leader carrying the weight of people leaving, hear this…Not every goodbye is a loss. Sometimes it’s pruning. Sometimes it’s clarity. Sometimes it’s the Spirit making room for something new.

Even when those exits feel personal, we must stay rooted in the mission. Love without clinging. Lead without fear. Trust that the church Jesus is calling you to be will be shaped not by who you manage to keep, but by who is willing to walk that road with you.

Boundaries That Give Life

Over the last several years, I’ve seen a number of clergy colleagues walk away from ministry. For some, it was the political tensions. For others, it was denominational disappointment. For many, it was burnout. I wrote this blog while reflecting on some of my former colleagues that I miss and often wonder what we could have done differently.

We are living in a world that does not know how to stop. Notifications don’t stop. Emails don’t stop. Expectations don’t stop. The news cycle doesn’t stop. If we’re not careful, we don’t stop either.

Somewhere along the way, we began to believe that constant availability is a virtue. That exhaustion is a sign of faithfulness. That saying “yes” to everything is what it means to be a good worker, a good friend, even a good Christian.

But let’s be clear: a life without boundaries is not holy. It’s unsustainable. It’s a quiet form of surrender to systems and expectations that do not have our wellness in mind.

If anyone could justify constant availability, it was Jesus. Yet, He regularly walked away from the noise. In the first chapter of Mark’s Gospel, Jesus leaves the pressing needs behind to pray in solitude. In other moments, He withdraws from the crowds, even when they are searching for Him.

That’s not neglect. That’s clarity. Jesus understood that we cannot live a life rooted in God if we are constantly at the mercy of every demand around us. Yet, many of us are.

We carry devices that have erased the natural boundaries of time and space. Work follows us home. Stress follows us into the night. If we haven’t put that device on “silence,” rest is interrupted by the quiet buzz of a notification.

In Genesis 2, God rests. Not because God is weary, but because rest is woven into the fabric of creation. To ignore rest is not just unhealthy, it is a rejection of something sacred.

When we refuse to set boundaries around our time, our technology, and our labor, we are not simply “staying productive.” We are participating in a system that quietly erodes our humanity. The Church should have something to say about that.

Before the church speaks to the world, it must tell the truth about itself. Too often, pastors are not just poor examples of healthy boundaries, we are active participants in unhealthy, even harmful, patterns. To be clear, the culture of pastoral overwork is not faithfulness. It is dysfunction dressed up as devotion.

There is a strain of ministry culture that treats exhaustion like a spiritual gift. Clergy “humble brag” about never being off the clock. They announce, often with prideful arrogance, that they are available 24/7/365.

That is not something to celebrate. It is a quiet confession that we do not trust God enough to rest. It is an admission that we are willing to ignore the command of Sabbath altogether. It is a confession of sin. 

In Genesis 2, God rests. In Exodus 20, God commands rest. If we claim to lead people in faith while refusing to practice one of the most basic rhythms God established, then we are not modeling discipleship, we are undermining it.

Beneath that overwork, there is often something we don’t want to confront…pride. We arrogantly and mistakenly believe that everything depends on me. We have convinced ourselves that if we step away, things will fall apart. We’ve embraced the lie that no one else can do what I do.

Let’s be honest…that is not humility. That is ego. A fragile ego at best.

The truth is, the church does not belong to the pastor. It doesn’t even belong to the people. It belongs to God. If the church cannot function without one person constantly sacrificing their health, their family, and their soul, then something is deeply broken.

Now, continuing with the theme of honesty, pastors are not alone in this. Churches often reward and reinforce this behavior. We celebrate the pastor who never takes a day off. We admire the one who “came in anyway” on their Sabbath. We speak fondly of the commitment of the pastor who never said “no.”

I once served a congregation that regularly spoke of a previous pastor who was “always at the church.” Laity let me know that “even on his day off” this pastor was at the church doing this or that. The way they celebrated this pastor, one would think this would have been a time of rapid, explosive growth. However, it was a season where they church experienced it’s sharpest decline in all the areas we regularly measure. Gee, I wonder if those things are related?

While we often celebrate overly busy church staff, we grow uneasy with leaders who protect their time, who take their vacation, who say “no.” We question their work ethic. We wonder if they are lazy. 

We often ask pastors and church staff how much they accomplished. We track attendance, participation, and productivity. But rarely do we ask if our leaders are resting. We rarely ask how our leaders are tending to their souls? When was the last time we asked our leaders if they have space to worship without leading? Have we asked our leaders if they are becoming who God has called them to be?

A church that expects constant availability from its leaders is not cultivating faithfulness; it is cultivating burnout. It is encouraging pastors and staff to willfully ignore a commandment. A pastor who embraces that expectation is not being heroic. They are being formed by something other than the way of Jesus.

If we are serious about being the church, this must change. We cannot preach Sabbath and then reward its violation. We cannot call people to abundant life while modeling exhaustion. We cannot claim to trust God and then live as if everything depends on us.

Healthy boundaries in ministry are not optional. They are essential. Not just for the sake of pastors and staff, but for the sake of the witness of the church itself. When leaders live with integrity…when they rest, when they step away, when they trust God enough to not be constantly available, they show the world something different. They show that the gospel is not about endless striving. It is about trust. It is about freedom. It is about life.

Boundaries are not about building walls. They are about telling the truth about what matters. Boundaries communicate that our worth is not determined by our output. Our presence is more valuable than our productivity. Our relationships deserve our attention, not our leftovers.

In Ephesians 5:15–16, we are called to live wisely by “making the most of every opportunity.” Wisdom, in this case, might look like logging off. It might look like saying no. It might look like protecting time that the world would gladly consume.

Healthy relationships require more than good intentions. They require shared commitments and clear boundaries. We cannot say we value our families, our friendships, or our communities if we consistently allow other things to take priority over them.

However, this is exactly what our culture encourages: more work, more noise, more distraction. Boundaries push back against that. They protect what is sacred from what is seemingly urgent.

There is a harder truth within this idea of boundaries. It’s one the church has not always named clearly enough: Abuse has no place in a life shaped by the love of God. Physical abuse, emotional manipulation, control, coercion, intimidation and fear are not Christian tools for health and vitality. These are not “relationship struggles.” They are violations of dignity, of trust, and of covenant.

In 1 Corinthians 13, we are taught that love is patient and kind. It does not harm. It does not dominate. It does not diminish. We need to say this plainly: enduring abuse is not a spiritual virtue. It is not what God asks of anyone.

In fact, abuse is a breaking of covenant no less serious than infidelity. Just as unfaithfulness violates the promises of a relationship, so does harm. To wound someone (physically or emotionally) is to betray the very vows meant to protect and honor them.

Sometimes, the most faithful boundary a person can set is this: You do not get access to me if you continue to harm me.

That is not bitterness. That is truth. That is not failure. That is courage.

For too long, parts of the church have encouraged people (especially women) to endure what God never intended them to bear. Silence has been mistaken for faithfulness. Endurance has been confused with holiness. This must change.

A church that follows Jesus cannot be a place where harm is hidden, minimized, or excused. It must be a place where boundaries are honored, where dignity is protected, and where people are empowered to step away from what is destroying them. Anything less is not the gospel.

At their core, boundaries are about making space for God, for others, and for the life we are called to live. Without boundaries, our lives become crowded with things that feel urgent but are not ultimately life-giving. When that happens, worship becomes an afterthought. Discipleship becomes optional. Service becomes something we’ll get to “when things slow down” (which they never do). 

Perhaps boundaries are more than personal decisions. Perhaps they are acts of resistance. Resistance against a culture that commodifies our time. Resistance against systems that reward burnout. Resistance against unhealthy expectations, even within the church.

At the same time, they are acts of faith. Faith that believes rest matters. Faith that knows we are more than what we produce. Faith that God might meet us in the chaos, but more often meets us in the quiet spaces we choose to protect.

Where is God inviting you to draw a line? Not out of fear, but out of faith. Not to push the world away, but to make room for what is sacred.

A life with healthy boundaries is not a smaller life. It is a fuller one. A freer one. A more faithful one.

Holy Frustration

There’s a kind of frustration that drains us. And then there’s a kind that awakens us. I’ve come to call it “holy frustration.”

It’s that persistent nudge one can’t quite shake. The quiet (or not-so-quiet) stirring in your spirit when something isn’t as it should be. It’s the moment you think, “Someone should do something about this,” and then slowly realize that the Spirit might be inviting you to be part of that “something.”

Holy frustration isn’t meant to leave us stuck. It’s meant to move us.

Throughout Scripture, we see that God often works through people who are unsettled by what they see. Moses was troubled by injustice. Nehemiah was heartbroken over a ruined city. The prophets burned with urgency over unfaithfulness and oppression. Jesus himself was moved with compassion when he saw the crowds “harassed and helpless.”

That inner discomfort isn’t a sign something is wrong with your faith. It may be a sign the Holy Spirit is at work within your faith. Sometimes the very thing that frustrates you is the doorway to your calling.

The good news is that God doesn’t just stir our hearts. God equips our hands. Scripture reminds us that we are empowered for action. 

Ephesians 2:10 says, “For we are what he has made us, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand to be our way of life.”

Galatians 6:9 encourages us to “not grow weary in doing what is right, for we will reap at harvest time, if we do not give up.” 

In Hebrews 13:16, we are reminded, “Do not neglect to do good and to share what you have, for such sacrifices are pleasing to God.”

God doesn’t plant holy frustration in us just to leave us restless. God provides what we need to respond. The Spirit nudges, but also strengthens, equips, guides, and sustains.

There is also a deeper kind of holy frustration many are feeling today. It’s one rooted not just in unmet needs, but in a distorted witness.

When faith becomes entangled with power in ways that diminish the Gospel…when nationalism is confused with faithfulness and discipleship…when exclusion is baptized as righteousness…when silence replaces courage, it’s right for something in us to feel unsettled. That unease may be the Holy Spirit refusing to let us grow comfortable with a diminished vision of God’s kingdom.

Holy frustration, in this sense, becomes courage. It gives us the strength to speak truth to power with humility and conviction. It empowers us to offer a better and more faithful theology rooted in love, justice, and the life of Jesus. It compels us to refuse to settle for what is loud or popular when it is not life-giving or Christ-centered

At the same time, when that holy frustration is stirred up, fear can easily creep in. But we must remember that we are called to “obey God rather than any human authority” (Acts 5:29). It can feel daunting when influential voices with large platforms and cultural power seem to reinforce a distorted message. But the witness of the Church has never depended on size or status. It has always depended on faithfulness.

Holy frustration does not call us to bitterness or division. It calls us to clarity, courage, and deeper love. It calls us to embody a Gospel that is bigger than fear, wider than borders, and rooted not in dominance, but in self-giving grace.

So, if you feel that tension, don’t dismiss it. It may be the Spirit inviting you not only to serve, but also to witness. Not only to build, but also to speak. Not only to act, but to help re-center the story on the way of Christ.

Holy frustration often starts individually, but it rarely ends there. You may feel a nudge to gather musicians and start something new in worship, organize a small group or Bible study, serve neighbors through food, care, or presence, advocate for those whose voices which are overlooked, repair something broken (literally or figuratively). 

The possibilities are as wide as God’s imagination. But at some point, our possibilities spurred on by holy frustration needs to become holy action. Holy frustration becomes holy action when we move from “someone should” to “let’s begin.” Or better yet, “let’s begin together.”

This isn’t about guilt or obligation. It’s about joy. There is deep, life-giving joy in joining God’s work in the world. When we step into what God is stirring in us, we often discover that we’re not alone. We learn that we are more capable than we thought. We find that even the small steps matter because God has a way of multiplying what we offer. What once felt like frustration becomes purpose. What once felt heavy becomes hopeful.

If something has been stirring in you, don’t ignore it. Pray about it. Talk about it with a trusted friend, counselor, or spiritual guide. Then, take one small step.

You don’t need a perfect plan. You don’t need to have it all figured out. You simply need to be willing. Because that holy frustration might just be the Spirit inviting you into something beautiful. May our holy frustrations become holy actions!

Why Churches Serve Coffee

My last couple of posts have been pretty heavy. So, this entry is a little more lighthearted!

There are a few passages in Scripture that feel almost too relatable. Acts 20:7–12 might be near the top of that list. It’s the one featuring a young man named Eutychus, a long-winded sermon, and…an unfortunate nap taken at the worst possible time.

Let’s set the scene.

The apostle Paul is in Troas, gathered with believers on the first day of the week for worship, teaching, and the breaking of bread. It’s evening, likely because most people worked during the day. They’re meeting in an upper room, lit not by soft LEDs or carefully curated sanctuary lighting, but by oil lamps. Luke even makes a point to tell us: “There were many lamps in the room.”

Translation: it was warm, crowded, a little stuffy, and probably smelled like burning oil.

And then…Paul starts preaching. And keeps preaching. And keeps going and going and going.

In fact, Scripture says he talked “until midnight.” Not started at midnight…went until midnight. Which means Eutychus didn’t doze off during a tidy 20-minute homily. This was a full-on marathon sermon.

Now, before we judge Eutychus too harshly, let’s be honest: warm room, flickering lights, late hour, long sermon…we’ve all been there. This is precisely why, in many churches today, the thermostat is under lock and key. It’s not about control. It’s about preventing biblical reenactments. Nobody wants to be responsible for a second-story incident during the sermon.

Eutychus, seated in the window (perhaps trying to get a little fresh air), slowly drifts off…until he falls.

Luke, the author of Acts (and a physician, mind you), doesn’t sugarcoat it: the young man was picked up dead.

Now the story takes a dramatic turn. Paul goes down, throws himself on the boy, embraces him, and declares, “Do not be alarmed, for his life is in him.” It’s a moment that echoes the ministries of prophets like Elijah and Elisha and God’s life-giving power breaking into a desperate situation.

And then, because this is one of the most unintentionally humorous passages in Scripture, Paul goes back upstairs. He breaks bread. He eats. And then he keeps talking. Until dawn.

Imagine being in that congregation. You’ve just witnessed a fatal fall, followed by a miracle resurrection…and Paul’s response is essentially, “Alright, where were we?”

There’s something deeply human about this story. It reminds us that the early church wasn’t a collection of polished, perfect worship experiences. It was real people, in real rooms, dealing with real limitations (fatigue, long days, imperfect conditions). Faith wasn’t neat and tidy. It was lived.

It also gives us a glimpse into the intensity of early Christian gatherings. These weren’t casual drop-ins. People were hungry and desperate to hear the good news, to learn, to be together. Paul knew he was leaving soon, and he had more to say than could fit into a neatly timed service.

Still…there’s grace here for both preacher and listener.

For listeners: yes, try to stay awake. Maybe don’t sit in the window if you’re prone to nodding off. And if the sanctuary gets a little cool, just know it’s for your safety.

For preachers: perhaps a gentle reminder that length does matter. We don’t have to say everything in one message!

But at the center of it all is the miracle.

Eutychus is restored to life. The community is “not a little comforted,” which is Luke’s understated way of saying, “they were overwhelmed with relief and awe.” This isn’t just a quirky story about a sleepy teenager. It’s a testimony to the life-giving power of God. Even in the middle of human frailty, distraction, and yes, even boredom, God is still at work.

So the next time the sermon runs a little long, or your eyelids start to get heavy, take heart: at least no one has fallen out of a window.

And even more importantly, God is still bringing life, still meeting us in ordinary (and occasionally drowsy) moments, still holding us together as a community.

Though…just to be safe, maybe grab an extra cup of coffee before worship.