Sunday, December 4, 2011
What Has Transpired
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
To Make The Lame Walk
I get to update you on how God used us to heal this man. Truly God has the power to make the lame walk. I posted an update on that story on our church's storyline site. Go and read it.
Be encouraged. God is active and moves mightily.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
October 2011 and Why I Love Story
Why I Love Story
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Thursday, August 18, 2011
Friday, August 12, 2011
Recounting The Missions Trip And The Power Of An Eternal Love
Last week I was on a missions trip with 20 high schoolers through the Minneapolis-based missions youth ministry called YouthWorks.
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Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Phil & Kylee ministry update 7/26/11
The last couple of weeks, the newsletter has been put on the backburner due to a couple of different reasons. A couple of weeks ago, Kylee's grandmother passed away. We made a quick trip back to MN after already being there for a week due to my brother's wedding. Kylee and her brother ran the funeral. This was a first for Kylee and they did it very well. However, it has been a draining week and a half. This Sunday morning, me, three other adults, and 21 students are setting off for a YouthWorks mission trip in Kansas City, KS. The last week has consisted of a lot of phone calls to students, parents, and people who have expressed interest in donating money for the students. I'm just trying to get everyone on the same page before we leave. There's not enough time in the day.
I'm really hoping to have a letter out by the end of Friday. This Thursday we are leaving ALL DAY with a bunch of students to go to the amusement park, King's Island, which is right outside of Cincinnati, OH.
Thanks for all your support! Pass the word on to those who didn't get this post/email. You are not forgotten about!
Please continue to pray for us. It's a busy time. But good things are happening.
Thanks,
Phil
Wednesday, May 18, 2011


I'm writing this one on my flight back to Indianapolis after a beautiful weekend of celebrating my brother before he gets married. I'm also heading home to a death of a local student and the debris it has left in the hearts of many people. Several students in my highschool ministry knew Derrick Wilson. I would say hi to him at lunch. I would salute him and call him by his last name. He wore a uniform.
My church brought in a rap artist. The turnout was great and Wilson was there. Wilson wrapped his car around a tree later that night.
I get off-kiltered at the stark detour of death. Certain things that seemed important earlier now seem to pale in comparison. I got off the phone at the Atlanta airport with a student who explained to me how his group of friends had been split in half as of late. A feud had been ensuing for some time now. Wilson's death made that look like kitty poo. Immediately they experienced a reconciliation of their differences and a common understanding of the things that paled in comparison.
Certain things just don't seem very important when death puts life into perspective. I don't have a desire to jam to Party Like a G6. I don't want sober girls around me who "be actin' like they drunk." I want things that are of eternally valuable. Songs like that aren't. Its message has no eternal value. It's like those Magic Eye books where if you blur or cross your eyes just right, a colorful design that looked 2D now consists of some objects that pop out in 3D and the hidden meaning of the picture becomes more clear.
One of my students hasn't had a great relationship with his dad. And rightfully so. I wouldn't either coming in second to booze and being kicked out and left to find the friends that would let me live with them. However, this dad got wind of the death and met up with his son. Began to apologize for all that he has done and then noticed his son's Playstation. They played together till one in the morning.
When life is cruising right along how you think it should, it is 2D. When tragedy rears it's head, we get blurred eyes. Certain things pop out as 3D, as more important. What is important and what isn't is made clear.
It happens this way because dead things stink, and we get used to how they smell. It's like a stinky trash can you don't realize stinks until you go outside, get some fresh air, and return inside to be hit with a wall of stagnant stink. When life becomes fragile, we relearn to take care of it. The fresh air comes, the stink is no longer tolerable.
Students stuck a cross in the ground in front of the tree. Flowers and notes flooded the ground around it as the day went on. Some of my students loved on Wilson's family, expressing their deep gratitude for Wilson's life. A memorial was held after school Monday. The turnout was large. It was clear Wilson's life was one that changed other lives for the better, even through his death. And that's all we can do. Relearn to take care of one another, allow a tragedy to clean us of the trash and take advantage of seizing what pops out as more important.
A great article can be found here. Xavier Cortez (in the article) is one of my students.
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Don't be Ordinary - Tell Your Story
In youth ministry it is easy to get into the habit of sticking with what works, especially someone like me: I am afraid of change. My room in highschool never got rearranged. When my sister moved out to go to college, I had an opportunity to move into a bigger room – her room. I didn’t take it. My younger brother did.
But one of the greatest things I’ve done was one of the biggest acts of change in my life: I moved 600 miles from home to go to college. One of the hardest. But one of the greatest.
At youth, I got used to every week being the same – our youth event comes each week, and each week I speak. I got used to putting together talks. I got used to being “the face.” I got used to it all. And so did the kids. But this month has been incredible. We did something out of the ordinary. The month’s series was called “The Beauty in Story.” Every week a new adult volunteer would approach that scary stage with their story in hand. There they shared. They shared their life. And life is messy.
When God created the heavens and the earth, the bible tells us there was disorder – chaos. He spoke into creation an order among the chaos. When we look at our lives, it’s easy to notice the disorder – the chaos. It’s messy. But there is order created because of chaos existing in the first place. The lessons learned, the redemption, the healing – that’s the beauty in story. That’s God creating order in our chaos. So it’s still happening. Turns out that’s at the core of who He is.
For the kids listening, they were able to see a possiblity of order being created among their chaos. Turns out that telling our story may not need to be so scary after all.
I’ve seen so much fruit come of ordinary adults doing extraordinary things – but there’s the room for improvement. It’s too bad that sharing our story has become some extraordinary action, some special act that only some can do. But our world has made it hard with the lie it has bought into – that people will be repelled because of your story. The truth is the opposite. The truth is that those listening are drawn in. In the dark, shine bright your order-being-created-into-chaos. Like flies to a lamp in the deep of night, people come. They see that they aren’t so lost after all. They see that it is possible for beauty to come of it.
I’ve seen student/adult relationships go deeper than they’ve ever gone before, and you want to know the most humbling thing?
I had nothing to do with it.
Tell your story and watch God have everything to do with it.



