Confessions

A few weeks ago my buddy Derrick invited me to come down to Jacksonville and visit Urban Soul.

“Tell your story, sell some t-shirts, and drink some craft beer,” he said. How could I turn down an offer like that?

As it turns out, mixing a bunch of somewhat-disillusioned Christians with craft beer on a warm Florida night is a recipe for a great conversation filled with heresy, Jesus, swears, unresolved questions, and hope.

I’m hella grateful to Derek and his team for putting this together. It’s not often that you find a place like this where you can share a bit of your life completely unedited and uncensored and be met only with love and belonging.

I’d love for you to listen in:

 

If you want to grab one of those “I Don’t Have My Shit Together” shirts, click here. (All the cool kids are doing it.) 

Confessions

May 4, 2016 | 1 minute read

confessions

A few weeks ago my buddy Derrick invited me to come down to Jacksonville and visit Urban Soul.

“Tell your story, sell some t-shirts, and drink some craft beer,” he said. How could I turn down an offer like that?

As it turns out, mixing a bunch of somewhat-disillusioned Christians with craft beer on a warm Florida night is a recipe for a great conversation filled with heresy, Jesus, swears, unresolved questions, and hope.

I’m hella grateful to Derek and his team for putting this together. It’s not often that you find a place like this where you can share a bit of your life completely unedited and uncensored and be met only with love and belonging.

I’d love for you to listen in:

 

If you want to grab one of those “I Don’t Have My Shit Together” shirts, click here. (All the cool kids are doing it.) 

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