7 Telltale Signs of a Healthy Staff
by Thom Schultz I can usually spot a dysfunctional church staff from a mile off. Certain little indicators tell the story. Conversely, other telltale signs generally telegraph a healthy staff,…
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Faith Is Not a Subject
People describe the Christian faith as a “personal relationship with Jesus.” But in the church, how have we gone about encouraging and developing that relationship with Christ? Sadly, our church…
Meet and Greet: Shake and Fake?
by Thom Schultz Whenever a pastor or worship leader prods us to “stand and greet your neighbor,” I muster my little smile and go through the motions. “Good morning. Good…
Would Others Say You’re a Christian?
by Joani Schultz A few years back we met a brilliant, kind, faith-filled gentleman. His name was George Gallup Jr., famous pollster. In the midst of one of our conversations…
Look at me. Look at me.
by Joani Schultz Pick a storm. Any storm. Your storm may be literal—a hurricane, tornado, torrential rain, or blinding blizzard. Your storm may be relational—an estranged family member, a friend’s…
Partners in God’s Business
by Joani Schultz We and God share a mysterious partnership that grows fruit. We plant seeds; we and God do our part. Then we want to see immediate results. Not…
Breakdown of the Disciple Factories
by Thom Schultz The disciple-making machine is broken. Though most church leaders would say discipleship is a crucial part of their mission and ministry, they fear it’s not working. A…
A Truly Relevant Ministry
by Thom Schultz Many church leaders pursue relevance with a passion. But are they providing a truly relevant ministry? Relevance—connecting God to people’s everyday lives—is a good thing. But some…
Somebody, please…NOTICE ME!
by Joani Schultz Can you hear this collective cry? NOTICE ME! Maybe it’s through fluorescent hair or full-body tattoos or multiple piercings. Hey, our photo of this Mursi tribe woman…
When A Loved One Dies
by Joani Schultz My dad died. Suddenly. The shock of it all ran through us like a shot of novocaine. Time stood still. Even Dad’s bedside clock mysteriously stopped, as…
