I've got a calling...I don't need a title.

Please read this carefully.

I want to say this as kindly and gently a way as possible. 

Also, I'm saying this about ME, not anyone else...this is a personal request from me, not a commentary on any person or organization.

I've known, and walked in, my calling and gifting as a pastor for over 25 years. Whether I was shepherding in the capacity of a church staff member...or as a friend, co-worker or simply a passer-by in everyday life. My calling is who I am, not what I do. It's my life, not a position.

My calling is to pastor. To teach, to be a visionary, and to lead people to seek Christ. That's what my calling has always been…it's what I've done. Position or no position. This calling to lead at Lifepoint is just a natural progression, but it doesn't make me any better than anyone else and it CERTAINLY doesn't make me any closer to God! (The curtain in the temple was torn in two for YOU just like it was for me!

So, please, don't hold me in any higher esteem than any other Christ follower. Please don't put any titles on me. My name is Paul Ollie Horne, Sr. I prefer Ollie, by the way. (Interestingly, "Paul" means humble…"Ollie" means peace. I think my name speaks all the title I need.)

"They love to sit at the head table at church dinners, basking in the most prominent positions, preening in the radiance of public flattery, receiving honorary degrees, and getting called 'Doctor' and 'Reverend.' "Don't let people do that to you, put you on a pedestal like that. You all have a single Teacher, and you are all classmates. Don't set people up as experts over your life, letting them tell you what to do. Save that authority for God; let him tell you what to do. No one else should carry the title of 'Father'; you have only one Father, and he's in heaven. And don't let people maneuver you into taking charge of them. There is only one Life-Leader for you and them—Christ. (Matthew 23:6-10 MSG)

Could...but didn't. (A bird took a walk down the street.)

(I've told it before.)

One day, it was a rainy day; I saw a bird walking down the street.

A bird, complete with wings & feathers, walked at least a full city block and a half.

I thought it was strange, in consideration of such amazing capabilities...this bird walked...with the ability to fly.

I still wonder why the bird didn't fly.

Maybe he was never encouraged to fly, and didn't know he could...

Maybe he was waiting for the right time, (the most stale of all excuses)…

Maybe he was never pushed, and became lazy...

Maybe he flew into a window, and adamantly decided to never be fooled again...

Maybe he tried to fly, but failed…and fell...

Maybe he just didn't want to fly...

Whatever the reason, this bird reasoned to not use his most enviable gift...

...Flight. 

Can you imagine? 

Flying?

Think about the time, maybe decades ago, when you dreamed of lifting off and freeing yourself from these "surly bonds,” spreading your arm-wings and soaring above cars and playgrounds and the mortals of terra firma!

No more stuck in traffic.

Your friends in utter awe.

With basketball skills to die for.

And how would you clear your mind? 

Oh...yeah...go for a little flight around the subdivision!

We wish. 

We dream. 

We fantasize. 

For this thing...this AMAZING thing...

That is the natural, innate ability...

Of a bird...

Who had the audacity...

To walk...

When he could fly.

It's enough to almost make you angry...

Plenty enough to make you wonder...

And beg the question "why?"

Why, bird?!

Right?

I saw that bird in 1998.

And I’ve lived almost fifteen years with this apparitional memory.

(Breathe for a second.)

Okay, honestly my deep concern isn't really for this unfilled feathered failure not living up to his potential.

What concerns me is the image I see here.

I'm haunted by the metaphor!

I'm haunted because I see myself...walking in the rain...afraid to fly...

Afraid to, refusing to, use that thing so bestowed upon me, others strain to restrain their envy.

And still I think of a thousand excuses…

I realize a thousand fears…

I focus on a handful of discouragers…(instead of the thousand of you who encourage.)

I know I can fly.

For me, my wings are words.

Spoken, written, crafted together.

In my gift of being a word-crafter, I HAVE THE SUPERHUMAN ABILITY OF FLIGHT.

I know this. It's what is true of me.

It is my delight and joy.

It is the means to my passion.

It is the means to my dream.

It is the means to my calling.

It is the manifestation of my calling.

It IS my calling.

It is the breath my Daddy uses, to breathe life into this pile of dust, held in Divinity's palm.

It is my brick in this eternal building.

With the haunting memory of that bird's walk, and his un-utilized gift…

I allegorically step to the edge…

Spread my arms,

And kick fear and denial where it hurts!

It's what I must do, to do what I must do!

I HAVE TO LIVE, FULLY ALIVE!

And so now I'm asking you…

With bitter tears and a fear of making you feel judged…

But an even greater desire to see you live FULL…FULFILLED.

Why are you walking…beautiful bird?

Dear Church...are we?

John 13:33-37 (The Message)

"Children, I am with you for only a short time longer. You are going to look high and low for me. But just as I told the Jews, I'm telling you: 'Where I go, you are not able to come.' 34 "Let me give you a new command: Love one another. In the same way I loved you, you love one another. 35 This is how everyone will recognize that you are my disciples - when they see the love you have for each other." 36 Simon Peter asked, "Master, just where are you going?" Jesus answered, "You can't now follow me where I'm going. You will follow later." 37 "Master," said Peter, "why can't I follow now? I'll lay down my life for you!"

I love this. 

The deal has been made. Judas sold him out.

Jesus is really just hours from the end of his natural life. 

Jesus has some very important information to impart.

Something new. (Remember, "new." Okay?)

Something Jesus has basically been waiting his whole life (not just the thirty or so he's been on earth…but the eternity before "earth" was even ever spoken) to lay out his plan and share it with humanity.

So, yeah…new.

Jesus said, "Let me give you a new command: Love one another. In the same way I loved you, you love one another."

"Let me give you a new command."

Jesus said "new."

But not new like the marketing department's ploy to make you think their product has been made better (but actually contains the same product, now just in a sexier package) when they post on the package "New Look…Same Product." (This is what I call "deceptive honesty." Um…yeah…okay...)

Not that kind of new.

But the kind of new synonomous with words like unprecedented, uncommon…wait, try this one…unheard of. Remember when I said to remember "new"?

Well, it seems to me, Jesus is talking to the Disciples, with this kind of wide-eyed, hold-on-to-your-seats, this-is-going-to-blow-you-away and shake-up-what-you-believe kind of new theology (doesn't "theology" sound completely inadequate?)

But that's exactly what this word "new" meant.

Jesus is about to be arrested, endure the most brutal, multiple beatings, falsely accused, wrongly convicted, and shamefully executed…and is trying to impart the most important thing he's ever said, and set forth the command for the church…and the identity obeying the command would confer.

Here's what he said, again.

"Let me give you a new command: Love one another. In the same way I loved you, you love one another. This is how everyone will recognize that you are my disciples - when they see the love you have for each other."

Two words: Earth Shattering!

Can you imagine?

You've spent your whole life trying desperately to follow an impossible to remember list of laws and commands.

Then you spent about the last three years with the man who claims to be the one who gave Moses those laws and commandments and those commands you had to obey to make sure you obeyed the other commands.

Commands on top of commands, on top of commands.

And Jesus comes along and says he's got a new command. 

Love people.

And not only that, but this. 

If you obey this command, people will know you're learning from me. 

People will know you're my disciple…

…Not because the robe you wear.

…Not because the tassels on your robe.

…Not because of any other thing…

…But showing love.

This was, even compared to all the crazy things they had ever heard from the mouth of the Messiah, in redundancy: earth shattering.

But you know what gets me?

In over 2000 years, the Church really hasn't changed that much.

Jesus says I'm outta here, 'kay? You won't be able to find me when I leave...and before I go and leave you to finish, you need this important order: love.

And what did Peter do/say?

Peter completely ignored Jesus' command and started freaking out about Jesus leaving.

"I wanna go with you!!"

"I promise I'll be good!"

Peter completely disregarded Jesus' command.

Peter was looking for something else in the Messiah…and sometimes it seems that's all he could see.

Peter was looking for a position. (That's what I used to look for.)

Peter was looking for prosperity. (That's what I used to look for.)

Peter was looking for power. (That's what I used to look for.)

But Peter wasn't looking in the mirror. (Me either.)

Peter was looking for something new, but Peter wasn't looking at Jesus "new command."

Dear Church…are we?

Two Stacks, Neatly Folded

I'm a passionate believer that it's been mandated to me to be and live transparently. And I'd rather take a chance at embarrassing myself...and maybe, just maybe help someone else.
If you want to call me cheesy or dumb or insane, well...thanks for the compliment!
I've had this same dream SEVERAL times lately.
In my dream, there are two stacks of neatly folded clothes on our bed.
One stack of clothes is self-doubt, frustration, bitterness, worry, fear, judgmentalism, etc.
The other stack is joy, happiness, trust, self-discipline, love, etc.
I'm confronted by these two stacks of clothes and a decision: one stack I have to put away (so they'll be ready to wear when I need them)...the other stack must be THROWN away (so I can never wear them again.)
In this recurring dream, I have to decide what I'm going to keep & wear...and what I'm going to get rid of and never wear.
The dream is very straight forward and easily understandable. It's no surprise that I'd dream it, because it's the discipline I've chosen to confront...but it's an interesting dream.
Like I said, I dream this over & over! I've shared this dream with a few people, but dreamed it again last night, and decided to share it with everyone. If it means anything to you...let it speak, if not, well you'll still have plenty of time for other activities today...
I love you...and encourage you to consider what you wear today.

Exintingushing Bridges

I used to be quick to burn bridges. My stubborn refusal to forgive...or apologize has often left me trapped at dead-ends with only smoldering ruins behind me.
I'm learning there's something better than blame, bitterness and burning bridges. This discipline isn't easy, but worth it.
And it leads to a much more fulfilling life!
I AM ALIVE! (Watch me live.)

An Update...and other stuff...

Hey everyone...thanks in advance for always giving me the space to be Ollie.
I don't want to make this a long, drawn out thing...but I also have to share all the rest of my heart in this process.


For as long as I remember, at my dad's church, we used to sing this song (which I always felt was kind of cheesy...and I REALLY struggle cheesiness, especially when its applied to God)...but we used to sing this song called, "I Just Feel Like Something Good Is About To Happen."
Several months ago, that song popped into my brain's music rotation. From out of nowhere, I suddenly, and constantly found myself singing this big cheese pizza song, seasoned with overwhelming hope.

"I just feel like something good is about to happen...and brother, this could be that very day."

I was singing this song...unable to shake it. It's not really my genre...but it was lodged in my heart and head...for months.
Until it reached a crescendo of excitement and emotion...on January 26th. On that day, I just happened to be on a layover in Lagos, Nigeria.
I didn't have internet service in my room, so, on this layover, I generally sit in the hotel lobby where free wifi is ever-so-slowly available.
I sat in the lobby, chatting with Cristi. I had told her several times about this song stuck in my head...and told her again this day, "Baby, I don't know why...but I simply just feel like something good is about to happen!"

We were both so very encouraged! I've been working on this book, we're really focusing on living our dreams...we feel such a passion for not just "life" but for TRULY LIVING A FULL LIFE! And this song seemed to be just the encouragement we needed to push us over the edge and, well, just make us know that "life" was actually happening!
So after a bit of chatting and dreaming...and a plate of fish and chips...I went to my room to get ready for my flight home.

I showed up for pick-up...and really felt physically, emotionally, spiritually AMAZING! I had spent some time working on my book and dreaming...

I couldn't wait to get home and see where this excitement for life was going to take Cristi, the kids and me.

But I didn't quite make it home that night...

Shortly after boarding the plane, while preparing to receive passengers, my brain decided to teach me a crash course in expressive dancing...I put my right-side in, did the hokey-pokey, and shook it all about. (I had a few seizures.)

I was transported to an incredible facility on Victoria Island in Lagos called Reddington Hospital. I had amazing care from a Harvard-trained neurologist, a first-rate cardiologist, and some amazing, highly trained Registered Nurses such as Victor Michael. (I really recieved a truly holistic care...medically, emotionally, spiritually...while in Nigeria.)
I also want to say how truly thankful I am to the crew I was working with on that trip! Georgia, Karen, Carlis, Beverly, Bridgetta, Jeffrey and Robert...plus the pilots! When I came to, and was surrounded by a crew of praying fellow co-workers...telling me I was loved...I knew everything was going to end up just fine. ("Vanilla Thunder" loves you all VERY MUCH!)
I also want to thank all the people at Delta OCC and the supervisors (Philip, Lantz, Lori and Sam) as well as the staff from InternationalSOS, who provided such amazing care in getting me home and communicating with my family. (I especially want to thank Dr. Barbara Hanke who escorted me home. I've never experienced such a seamless balance between medical professionalism and just genuine nurturing in my life!)
As frightening as the experience could have been, I feel so fortunate and purely blessed, through it all.

As soon as I arrived in Atlanta, I was transported immediately to Atlanta's Emory Hospital for MRIs and other evaluations. There, the tumor that was diagnosed in Nigeria was confirmed, and I was scheduled for brain surgery.
The tumor was removed (although, I'm honestly not sure if it was ALL removed, etc.) on February 6th.

So, yesterday, I got the pathology report from the staff at Winship Cancer Institute at Emory. The diagnosis is Stage 4, Glioblastoma. It's supposedly an aggressive form of brain cancer.
I have another appointment on Tuesday, February 21st with the entire medical team...and another with the oncologist on February 24th. I'll know more about the process of treatment on these dates. But, the initial plan is, of course, for six weeks of radiation and about a year of chemotherapy. And, I've been told I'm a prefect candidate for a new, aggressive, clinical trial.

I know this may all sound daunting...but I have to be honest with where I am in this whole process...emotionally, physically, spiritually, etc.

I'm really okay. Really.

I don't think I've ever felt more secure and at ease with anything in my life! I simply feel like my Daddy has everything under control and is taking me on this journey. And I couldn't be more excited to see what he has in store!

My theme for the last several years has been this overwhelming, unquenchable desire to change the world. I mean, I want to change the world. I want to see people realizing all the fullness of life...I want to see people living out of their passions and knowing the thrill, the pleasure, the joy of being ALIVE!

I've really been examining my heart, to try and discern if I'm just taking on an unrealistic "pollyanna" type approach...and my answer? No...I'm not. I sincerely feel my Daddy is taking me and family and my friends on this journey because he wants to show us he loves us. And I'm overwhelmingly convinced, he knows what he's doing.

Realistically, I've thought about some of the health related issues I've encountered in the last few years. I've have had Atrial Fibrillation twice (actually, three times, I guess), I had to have my gall bladder removed and had arthroscopic knee surgery...and the way I see it, if God and medical science can deal with those issues...God and medical science can deal with brain cancer just as well.

I don't feel any sense of stress, or panic, or desperation...I just feel secure. I feel loved. I feel ready to take on every single moment of life and live it to the fullest!

And we need your prayer...(and please don't take this wrong) we don't need sympathy or desparation.We need encouragment and as much of life as possible to maintain some normality.

We may all freak out tomorrow and fall apart...if we do, support us. But mostly, we need your love and support.

I'm planning on living every single minute I have...I WILL NEVER, NEVER, NEVER, NEVER GIVE UP!
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I love you all...and I'm grateful to be on this journey with you!
Ollie

I feel like something good is about to happen.

I Simply, Smile.

(Please forgive my gratuitous emotion and cheese...
But I won't live a dishonest life.
I will not withhold my passion.)

Barren of leaves,
This windblown tree.
Withstanding Winter's toll,
Firmly planted in the security,
Of this gentle river flow.
Let your violence buffet, howl.
And bring your bitter snow.
You'll succeed to only dig in my roots,
To fertile soil below.
Your deepest threat,
Your fear...dark and grave,
Your empty, hollow chide,
Evokes a smile, in my resolve...
Exposing this passion that resides.
Your power to take, Is taken away.
Your plan revealed futile,
For as you scheme to strip away,
Fruit finds production...
And mocks you...
All the while.
So bring your winters' harshest,
Though I tremble,
Though I quake,
And this fullness of life,
This exuberant dance...
Is found here in your wake.
Full beyond containment...
I simply, smile.

A Manifesto for a Catalyst

A Dream, A Crazy Idea, An Insane Hypothesis...A Plan. 

Conceived of a dream, I have a "Crazy Idea." (If you know me, you know this.)

And borne of that conception: "An Insane Hypothesis."

My dream...that the world would change.

My crazy idea...that the world actually COULD change.

My "Insane Hypothesis"...(I've been out-on-a-limb before...but now I'm out there where the branches get really thin...and I'm okay with that!)...

Ready?

Okay.

I Believe We Can See Significant, Discernible World Change...Within Five Years!

That's right.

I said it...

Five Years.

Having the dream was great. 

Hope comes from dreams.

I've had hope.

That dream, that hope, lead me to my crazy idea...

This idea took my dream, and created this frustrating stirring.

The kind that keeps you up at night.

The kind that makes you write words, and poems, 

And say crazy things...

Crazy, crazy things.

And those crazy ideas lead to an insane hypothesis.

The kind that makes people question your lucidity.

But it can also lead to lots of ambiguity.

Dreams...

And ideas...

And even hypothesis...

But these, without some direction...

...just makes you feel as though you've crossed the rail and taken a flying leap into a sea of ambiguity.

And people don't deal well with ambiguity.

But, after a few years of soaking up all sorts of potentialities in that ambiguity...

I have emerged.

I have emerged...dangerous.

See, not only am I a dreamer.

I'm a dreamer...

With a plan.

So, let me give this hypothesis again...   

I BELIEVE WE CAN SEE SIGNIFICANT, DISCERNIBLE WORLD CHANGE...WITHIN FIVE YEARS!

(And my five year estimate...well that's a conservative estimate. Huh! Huh! The conservative estimate of a crazy dreamer! That made me laugh.)

And it goes something like this: if the Church would makes some deliberate changes...the sheer shock of those changes* would propel the world into obvious change.

      *Changes. If the world found us obviously and overwhelmingly fulfilled in life; and passionate, loving and non-judgmental.

For The World To Change The Church Has To Change.

Yep. 

The CHURCH has to change.  

To hear what we've said, for at least the past half millenium or so, we've been waiting for the world to change...

We've been laying this obligation at the world's feet.

But, since way back in the OT, it's been our responsibility. (Go read 2 Chronicles 7:14)

For the world to change, the church has to change...on purpose.  

We all want to see the world change. But it appears we hope this will happen by some kind of good-luck serendipity. 

Like world-change will happen accidentally...like getting T-boned by a Buick LeSabre.

(This made me laugh too. Like we're driving along...and BAM! "Dude! What just happened? Everyone alright? Wait...hey! The world just changed!!")

I'm a huge believer in prayer, and singing, and meeting, and talking...but at some point we've got to add to this, proactivity...

You know...if we want the world to change.

Yes, for the world to change...we've got to change. 

We've got to change.

We've got to change our approach to some things.  

Our approach to ourselves, and to the world, tends to be one of pandering to guilt and fear. 

But God's original plan for humanity wasn't fear...it wasn't guilt...it wasn't death...

It was life.

God's original plan for humanity was that we'd experience full life.

Adam and Eve Ruined the World's First Nudist Resort.

At the onset of creation...actually probably for eternity before this point in time...God wanted some simple things for humanity. 

He wanted unencumbered community. 

He wanted us to enjoy true community with each other. 

He wanted us to enjoy creation.

Well...he wanted us to enjoy, to realize, to live...full life. 

Full life. 

This is what Adam and Eve had...full life.

They were, both in reality and in metaphor, completely open and honest about who they were.

They hid nothing from themselves...

Nothing from each other...

Nothing from God.

They experienced no sense of shame or guilt or death.

They truly lived...

Feasting upon life itself... 

Their very sustenance being the tree of life.

Until one day, through fatal deception...turned their focus to a different kind of knowledge...

The knowledge of good and evil.

The knowledge of death.

(Have you ever thought about the fact that the only reason we understand comparing good and evil, is because we were lied to by Satan?!)

This was not, eh-hem, God's plan for humanity.

Since this commission of "original sin," the focus of the church (and religion in general has predominately focused on "good and evil"...and death...ever since.

Our vantage point of the church and the world has been from the leafy foliage of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil.

But it doesn't have to be this way. 

It shouldn't be this way.

This...was NOT the plan.

And someone came along to redeem the plan.

Someone came along to free us from our focus on death...

And return our focus to life. 

Jesus' express purpose for coming to earth was that we "may have life and have it to the full."

Jesus came to redeem us to life.

To carry us from the branches of death...

Back to dining from the plentiful fruit of the tree of life.

We must turn our focus back to LIFE...and away from death.

The Latin Phrase Application 

A huge part of this whole world-change thing, is, of course, reaching out.

But something has to happen first.

Before we can reach out...we must reach in.

We need to know what we really have...so we can really know what we have to give.

We must find our dream, our passion, our goal, our gifts and abilities.

You would think this would be amazingly simple.

I don't think so. 

I think, quite often, the person we know the least...is ourself.

Our hearts and brains are barraged with advice, compliments and complaints.

We're told what we should be, what we should do, what we should feel and how we should act...by everyone from birth to death.

We face such a wide variety of

emotions, whims and wild fantasies...that our true dream, goal and passion become smothered and unrecognizable.

We're told, that when we are pliable to God, our heart's desire will be granted.

But how do we even know what our heart truly wants? 

To start, we need to apply to ourselves, the account by Caesar, of an ancient battle in central Turkey:

"Veni. Vidi. Vici." 

I used to get so frustrated with the "OBVIOUS contradiction" (sarcasm inferred) of Jeremiah 17:9...

I used to read this verse...

Or have this verse quoted to me (EVERYTIME I mentioned my dream)...

And experience such overwhelming confusion...

 "Why would the Bible contain so many reference to 'heart's desire,' 'believing with our heart,' 'trusting with all our heart,' etc...when our heart was so deceptive?"

Until...I read the rest of the chapter. 

Then, I realized, finding the truth of who we are...

And what we're supposed to be doing...

And the direction we're supposed to be heading...

Takes some for real discipline...some real digging. 

I Came. I Saw. I Conquered.

I Came.

We must "come to ourselves." 

We have to place our trust in God and take some time to have our hearts examined. 

While it's great to take under advisement the compliments and critiques of others, we have to take time to come to ourselves find lies beneath the fancies and notions...to see the truth that exists.

To find our true passion.

We need to come to ourselves. 

I Saw. 

We must "see our giants."

We have to identify our habits and hinderances... The barriers that stand between where we are and where we need to be...

So often, we are our own Goliath (there should be a link here to a blog I once wrote) and the "giant" we must defeat...is us.

We need to see.

I Conquered.

We must "conquer ourselves."

We have to conquer those things we've seen. 

I have to conquer the things about me, that keep me, from being the me...I was created to be.

We need to conquer.

It takes discipline to find who we are...

And BE who we are.

But when we do...we find what provides us with a full life.

And when we find that passion, that goal, that dream, that thing that provides us with a fulfilled life...

We can then offer full life to others.

Yes...then.

Humans are plagued with this subconscious thinking: "If my life stinks, why shouldn't everyone's life stink?"

But if we enjoy life and are fulfilled...

We can offer joy and a full life to others.

And, you know what?

We have to avoid the lie of false-humility...

As it turns out...

You actually ARE WORTHY of living a fulfilled life.

In our attempt at humility, we often say we're not worthy...

That we don't deserve this full life we've been offered.

But we are worthy.

Why? Because Jesus died and rose again to make us worthy.

You want to be humble? Humble in honesty?

Honest humility is found in our realization that we've been made worthy, because Jesus made us worthy.

He made me worthy.

He paid for that with his life...with his death.

And this...makes me cry. 

(I had to stop and breathe here for a couple minutes.)

Now that we've started to find this full life...let's move.

Let's move out.

I've Got A Problem With The "Occupy" Movement...Prove Love.

The first part of this subset is laced with ignorance.

 Honestly. 

And this is nothing to do with the politics, demands, concerns of the Occupy movement. 

I've heard little bits and pieces of a couple of varied percentage points...

But I don't know much about them other than the fact that their obvious means to their end...

Is to, as their name suggests, occupy.

They apparently have some kind of loose organization...

They have some sort of hierarchy...

They assemble.

They sing.

They shout.

They spread ideals.

But...basically...they occupy.

They fill space.

And this really doesn't make a difference.

This doesn't really change.

How do I know?

Well, we've got several hundreds years of proof...

Occupying our pews...

Occupying our buildings...

Occupying our campuses...

It doesn't matter how righteous your cause...

If it's mostly conversation...

If it's mostly occupation...

It's mostly not going to change.

We need proactivity.

We need to Prove Love.

A few salient comments about love...from the Book.

The command of Christ, is to love. (John 13:34)

True theology, is to love. (1 John 4:7)

The proper response to sin, is to love. (1 Peter 4:8)

We've been called here to prove love...to provide life.

And love is actually pretty simple.

It's really, simply about treating people the way we want to be treated.

Have you ever been to a wedding, officiated by some sort of minister of the Christian faith?

Then you've probably heard Paul's famous discourse on love.

Everything in 1 Corinthians 13:4-8 deals with how "love" actively treats others.

And, if you think about it...it's how we, ourselves, want to be treated.

And that's what Jesus said sums up "the law and the prophets."

Love's a simple thing...really. 

And...love takes discipline (that's why Jesus said love is the proof of discipleship).

And...love takes dedication. 

When we have a full-life, we want to share full-life.

When we realize the joy of living a full-life...

When we find our true passion and calling...

And we live that...

We want to share that with others.

When we want to share that with others, we want to prove love to others.

When the world sees this change...

This change in our actions, our attitudes, our life...

When the world sees this change...

This change to proving love, as opposed to pointing out sin and providing  judgement...

My contention is...

When the world sees this change...

That change will be a catalyst...

Which will propel the world...

To Change.

Sign On The Dotted Line

I know I'm crazy.

I know this is a silly dream...

A crazy idea...

An insane hypothesis...

I know I'm crazy enough to believe this can happen.

I'm crazy enough to dream this...

I'm crazy enough to have this vision... 

And if I'm this crazy...

I'm going to ask you to be crazy too.

I'm going to ask you to be crazy enough...

To buy-in to this vision.

This dream.

This crazy idea.

This insane hypothesis.

I'm asking you to join me.

And, really...

What's the worst that could happen?

Really?

If we make these deliberate changes...

If we find and live a full life...

If we prove love, and offer full life to the world...

And the world ACTUALLY changes...

If, within five years, we ACTUALLY see significant, discernible world-change... 

AWESOME! 

Yay! (You know?)

But even if it doesn't...

Even if, within five years, we don't actually see significant, discerirnible world-change...

Guess what?

We've still learned who we are and the passion of our life.

We've still realized a "life to the full." 

We've still proven love to the world.

We've still shared this "life to the full" with the world.

And if we do that...

AWESOME!

Yay! (You know...)

In a little over a month, we find ourselves back in a very special time in the church calendar...

The season of Lent. 

Last year I had the idea of a "Lent Dent"...

I had the idea that, what if, in preparation for Resurrection...

Instead of a fast that focuses on us...

And what we're giving up...

What if we focused on others...

And what we can give to them.

I'm asking you to take the next month or so,

And begin this process of applying "Veni. Vidi. Vici." to yourself.

To begin the process of finding...

Your passion...

Your gift...

Your call...

Your purpose...

Your full life.

And starting (not ending, but starting) this Lent Season...

Prove Love.

Show Full Life.

Be a catalyst.

To change the world. 

If you know me, you know this...
I Love You!
Ollie Horne,
A Dreamer...with a plan.