Violent Silence: Jesus Would’ve Gone to The Tap

I was walking around on campus at Texas A&M today and it’s obviously no secret that the Christian bubble reigns supreme in these parts, with the t-shirts and the cafeteria cliques and the screaming preachers that post up on campus. The reality is, the Bible belt is still on nice and tight in east Texas.

As I walked around the Memorial Student Center, I couldn’t help but overhear a conversation as I walked past a group of girls in the hallway.

“I just don’t want to lose my witness by inviting them to Breakaway [an on-campus Bible study] on Tuesday and then saying, ‘Hey come to The Tap [a local bar/grill] with us on Wednesday for piano bar!'”

What have we done?

Now don’t get me wrong, I have friends on staff at Breakaway and I love much of what they do. This isn’t a post about Breakaway.

Somewhere along the line in the rise of white evangelicalism in America, we’ve forgotten that the invitation we are commanded to give lost people isn’t first an invitation to church or Bible study. If that winds up happening then fantastic! But it’s not T.A’s job to share the gospel with your lost friends. It’s not Matt Chandler’s job to invite your lost friends into the Kingdom of God. It’s not your local pastor’s job to know which parts of the gospel your friends don’t believe.

It’s your job.

And somewhere along the way the Church has greatly cheapened the buy-in of following Jesus to “Hey just invite them to church and God might save them without you having to share the gospel with them”. And trust me, I’m well aware that the Lord has saved probably tens of thousands of lost people in spite of Christians copping out of their commission. But the Lord has also probably saved thousands of people who hear a false gospel every week at Lakewood Church in Houston, so does that make it acceptable to preach the prosperity gospel? By no means!

So I write this piece to the Church, specifically the Bible-belted American Church — and let me be clear, I greatly include myself in the audience for this piece.

Why don’t we stop avoiding spending time with lost people in their spaces? Let’s not forget that Jesus was called a glutton and a drunkard by church people for a reason.

Why don’t we lay off inviting people to church before we invite them into the Kingdom? The goal of the early church wasn’t to save people to church; it was to save people to life.

Why don’t we put more focus on lost people intimately knowing the love of God instead of hiding behind superficial and hyper-comfortable non-conversations? At some point demonstrating the Gospel is not going to suffice. You’ve gotta use words, too.

Instead of having an internal “moral” crisis about whether to invite someone to Breakaway or The Tap, why don’t we skip Breakaway and go buy a drink at The Tap and sit and figure out what holes are in our friend’s gospel that we can engage and fill in?

If you’re a believer, then you’re more than equipped just as you are to share the Gospel. You don’t need to “know more” about the Bible before you do anything. You don’t need to get the “lingo” down before you do anything.


The Kingdom of God is advancing with or without you. So Church, let’s get back to work and see lost people become sons and daughters of the Creator of the universe. It’s gonna be worth it, I can 100% promise.




When In Bryan (Month Five)

Well, it’s been a minute since I made myself sit down and reflect on what life has been lately. Mainly because sitting down and reflecting means processing and processing means time and I’d rather not give myself time out of some pseudo-humble mindset thinking that’s the most selfless and servant-hearted thing to do. It’s funny that I perpetually think this way after so many times of realizing that the most selfish thing I could possibly do is not deal with what’s going on with me and the way I feel and what has been great and what has sucked.


Don’t worry, the point of this post isn’t to list out all of those things, just wanted to let you know that’s why I didn’t have a blogpost about December and why this one about January is so late!


Some things I learned in December/January:

  1. I can’t change who the Lord says that I am. (see this, this, and this)
  2. People really can care about you. It’s O.K to believe them.
  3. It’s O.K for goodbye’s to be hard. It’s actually really normal. So I shouldn’t act like it’s not hard.
  4. “True peacemakers love God, others, and themselves enough to disrupt false peace.” – EHS
  5. Everyone is different from me. So let them be different. Different is wonderful.


I’ve been chronically bad at praying for myself for the past I don’t even know how long. My most consistent prayer in the past couple weeks is for the Lord to teach me 1) to recognize my need and 2) to humble myself and just ask for help (because it’s not like I stand a fighting chance of satisfying my needs anyways, honestly.)


So that’s the quick and easy version of where my mind has been the past couple months.



As for work, my job has been a lot of reading, which I love.

We’ve still been going through “Emotionally Healthy Spirituality” as a staff and it, of course, has continually be kicking me in the gut and making me realize that I am not nearly as put together as I would’ve said in August (or December, honestly). So I highly recommend it for anyone. Find some pals, get the book, be honest with each other, and delve up all of the fun things you didn’t even know you were suppressing! It’ll be fun, I promise, you just may have to wait until the end of the book to see how fun it is…


The other book I’ve been reading is specifically for “worship” leadership, and it’s called “Doxology & Theology“. I’ve been going through it with a couple of friends and am about to teach through it with some of our band members at church. It does an incredible job of teaching the whys and the hows of worship leadership, and it’s also incredibly readable.


My team is still incredible. We’re excited to have Blake back from Sabbatical tomorrow and to finally be a full team again. I couldn’t have asked for a better team and family in this season of life. (The people’s faces that are covered are like so because I am not about to potentially compromise their ability to get into certain countries because they are linked to a church).IMG_5093.JPG

Grandpa Jack

The last couple of days have been hard.
However, they haven’t been near as hard as the past 8 months.
My grandpa, Bobby Jack Peery, went home to be with Jesus at 9:30pm on Tuesday night this week (July 9). He is leaving behind a wife of 61 years, a sister, and two kids with families among countless other relatives.
I’m going to try to make this different than a eulogy, because let’s be honest, eulogies usually seem written by a third party and don’t seem like the most real stories. They usually just seem like something to build up the ego of the deceased (because they care). 
My grandpa grew up in rural Oklahoma in the late ’20s until the mid ’40s. His family lived just as every other family in the Midwest portion of the Depression lived: simply and content. There were two parents, Jack and his younger sister and brother in a small “shotgun house” with two beds, a pull out couch, one dresser and one bike! Jack’s dad, Neil, was a hardworking man on the local oil rig. Neil found Jesus at the top of the oil rig after escaping death by shedding the coat he was wearing in the nic-of-time so that he didn’t get dragged into the rig with it. 
<strong>BACK TO THE MAIN CHARACTER</strong>: don’t worry, I’m not gonna go through his WHOLE life. Only the last couple of years.
Growing up, I really took my grandparents for granted. I never asked to hear any stories or wisdom; I just wanted stuff from them. The last couple of years; however, I’ve been very forthright in asking to hear stories. From Abe Lincoln to the stock market to oil rigs to church denominations, I have heard stories and opinions about it all and it has been INCREDIBLE. My grandpa Jack is very opinionated and very similar to me. 
About 8 months ago, he was diagnosed with Stage 4 lung cancer (he’s smoked a pipe for decades) and was told he had 6 months to live (mind you, he’s 86). He really didn’t want to do chemotherapy and radiation and all that hell they put you through. He was ready to be home with his Jesus. BUT he fought it. My dad and aunt convinced him to do chemo and radiation and he did it for them, not for him. We went to see him during Christmas time and he was already losing weight and getting tired, but he had no pain and wasn’t suffering. The Lord was being incredibly good to him. While we were standing on the porch (he was teaching me how to smoke a pipe), he started telling me a story. 
This story was a dream he had been having ever since he had been diagnosed. Here’s how he told it:
“I was walking down a hard, red dirt road with huge green pastures on either side of me. I wasn’t going anywhere, I was just walking. Every time I’ve had this dream, I’ve always woken up right as I would see a fence and I never knew what it meant so I wouldn’t tell anybody. Well, the other night I fell asleep and started walking along this same country road, and as I approached this fence that extended as far as I could see on either side, a voice told me, ‘You’re almost there.'”
As far as I know, I am the only person whom he told about his dream. I was talking about it with the family today and no one knew what I was talking about. Needless to say, The Lord blessed me with an incredible few moments (among many) with my Grandpa Jack. 
<strong>The next few months were the worst.</strong>
The radiation made him so weak. That was the hardest part for me was watching him wither away. He lost dozens of pounds in weight and by the end, couldn’t even stand by himself. I saw him on Father’s Day and had a very strong feeling that it would be the last time I would see my Grandpa Jack. He had lost so much weight and energy; however, he still had <strong>ZERO</strong> pain. None. The Lord was and is faithful and takes care of his servants. 
My aunt lives in Reno and was able to fly in a couple weeks ago and go down to Victoria, TX with my dad to see grandma and grandpa Jack. He told them while they were there, “I have my family here. This is all I need.” Am I offended? Absolutely not. I know how important his wife and kids were to him and I also know how much he loved me. I am very aware; however, that his wife and kids were all he needed to be content. My dad and aunt left a couple days later and both understood that it would be the last time they would see their dad.
So we skip forward to today.
One of his best friends is officiating the service tomorrow and I get the opportunity to sing a couple of hymns! I’m so incredibly excited. When Carl (the minister) came over to the house today, we (my parents, my grandma, my aunt and uncle and myself) were just having a round-table discussion about Jack Peery. You know what words kept coming up?
He never, to the best of our knowledge, did anything for himself. When he would perform a business deal, he would give his customer the best deal possible. When he would serve in the church, he did so behind the scenes and if anyone gave him credit, he would quickly rebuke them and refute them. He poured out his wisdom and knowledge on anyone who asked him or who he felt needed it. When all around him was chaos, he remained calm, focused on the issue at hand, and fixed it. He understood that getting upset about uncontrollable circumstances did NO good for anyone. 
Jack Peery was and always will be a man who’s heart was for people. He was quiet and reserved because he didn’t want any attention on him. He loved The Lord and led his family well. 
To say the least, Bobby Jack Peery was a doer, not a talker.Image