Introverts vs Extroverts

As I have reflected on courage and boldness recently, a nugget of truth came to mind as I thought about how it looks different in introverts and extroverts.

Both courage and boldness take intentionality.

Don’t let being an introvert give you an excuse to be a recluse or hermit.
Don’t let being an extrovert give you an excuse to be obnoxious and boorish.

It takes boldness and courage to step out of your comfort zone and actually engage with others.

Hiding in your room doesn’t let you engage with others. Dominating a conversation doesn’t let you engage with others.

In both cases, it takes intentionality to be bold and courageous.

So step out of your comfort zone.
Be intentional.
Be bold.
Be courageous.


Why I like to Travel

I’m probably not very different from my generation and the generation that follows me in that I love to travel. I love going to new places and seeing new things. The world is so big and has so much in it, I just want to go and see it.

But it’s more than just ticking a box or crossing off another item off the bucket list, travel inspires me. When I explore a new city, when I go someplace different, it’s almost like I’m discovering a new part of me.

My perspective gets stretched, my worldview expands. Every new place I see, every new person I met, I see the world a little bit different. It makes me a bit more empathetic. It helps me see a bigger picture. It causes me to grow.

When this happens I can’t go back to the old way of thinking, the old way of living. It’s like when blue mixes with yellow it becomes green, and try to add as much blue back as you want, but you’re never going to be the same color again. You are changed. While this may scare some people, it excites me.

It is that reason why I would rather live in a tiny, empty house and experience the world. I would rather have too many possessions and never see what the rest of the world has to offer.

That is why I like travel.


We all have a story to tell. Everyone.

We sometimes forget that. We don’t mean to, it’s just in our nature to be self-centred. When you walk into a coffee shop or restaurant, all those people are not just extras, background for your story. They each have a story to tell.

But as a Christian, there is another belief about stories I hold: That everyone’s story intersects with God’s story. God can speak into everyone’s story. It doesn’t matter where you’re from or what your story is.

As we live out the rhythms of our lives, we need to realise that everyone lives in the light of a larger story. We are not the centre of the universe, the world is not just the setting and background to our story. Our story is just one that is a part of the story God is trying to tell.

Search Me

Before she kissed a girl and liked it. Before she was hot n cold. Before she bragged about California girls. Katy Perry was Katy Hudson. Katy Hudson was a singer/songwriter and daughter of pastors.

She released a humble album as a teenager. A Christian album at that, with some really deep insights woven into her lyrics. We can say what we want about whether not it any of it rooted down or transformed her heart, but one thing I am certain about after hearing this album is Katy Hudson spent time with the Lord.

She sang about trusting the Lord, growing pains, and the ‘monster’ inside of her. She sang about not being enough and needing Him to sustain her or that faith won’t fail her.

I’m not here to speculate what happened. I don’t even want to make the assumption that anything did happen. I have not met Katy Perry, I have no idea what she is like in real life. She has been a public figure for over a decade and has people she pays to portray an image of her that will sell more albums. I don’t want to make the lazy assumption that her public image is who she really is.

Instead, I want to talk about one of the songs from her Christian album, Search Me.

I was reminded of this song because of a recent sermon at my church. The message was on Psalm 139. In verse 23, David writes “Search me, O God, and know my heart!”

This is bold ask. Asking God, who is all-knowing and all-powerful, to search our heart. That is surrendering to God and allowing Him to penetrate your heart. He will find things that you won’t like, He will find things that you don’t want him to find, and He will find things you didn’t even know that was there.

This can be a painful process. But asking Him to “Search Me” can be a great comfort as well. Because we know that He will see us for who we are and who we can become. He will see past the masks and facades we put up and see the real us, and love us for who we really are.

So even if it’s scary, ask God to “Search Me.” In His search, He will be able to reveal the best you and mould you like a potter moulds the clay. Life transformation is never easy, but is always worth it.

“Search me, O God, and know my heart!
Try me and know my thoughts!
And see if there be any grievous way in me,
and lead me in the way everlasting!”

-Psalm 139:23-24


This is something that even I struggle with this. Every day I walk by people I know aren’t believers, but just shoving a Bible in their face and telling them to believe is not going to work. Conversion is people work, and it is messy work. Lots of walls need to be torn down, lots of assumptions need to be changed. And let’s be honest, just relating with someone because you want them to convert is a sucky way to build a relationship. That is not how Jesus wants us to connect with others.

But still, if we allowed it to become intolerable to us, I think we would become more bold. I think we would stop letting the enemy create an atmosphere of complacency in our relationships. I think we would love them even more.

But don’t let that love or friendship have the ulterior motive of conversion, “I’m only friends with this non-believer because I want them to come to Christ.” NO. We need to genuinely love and care for them and adopt the mindset of “Yes, I will always be your friend, even if you never come to Christ, but know that I will always pray and hope that one day you will.”

Who is one person you need to pray for? Who do you want to know the joy and comfort of following Jesus? Now, how are you going to pursue that goal whilst still loving them unconditionally?


The word “rhythms” comes a Greek word that means “any regular recurring motion.” Most of the time, we associate this with music or dancing (especially when someone “lacks” rhythm), but we all have a rhythm or rhythms in which we live. Things that if we get in step with particular rhythms life seems to make sense, and when we get out of rhythm we find difficulty.

My new church here in England, OIKOS, has identified six rhythms which emphasize our values and identity. These six rhythms are the things we do to show who we are. We are not defined by these rhythms, rather these rhythms are ways we exhibit our identities in Christ.

The 6 rhythms are as follows:
1. Story-formed
2. Listen
3. Celebrate
4. Bless
5. Eat
6. Recreate

Now, I recognize that some of these make perfect sense as is and are easy to understand what they are and mean, there are others though that need a little extra explanation. And I understand that.

Hopefully going forward I can write up a little post and share what they are how they fit together and how I am doing with staying within these rhythms.

The hard part, though, isn’t understanding these rhythms. It’s figuring out how they would look like in your context, in your life. Though these are rhythms everyone can do, they can also look completely different for each person or context.

How I bless others can be completely different from how you bless others. How you celebrate can be completely different from how I celebrate. None of these ways are wrong, we just do them differently based on how God created and gifted each of us.

I look forward to writing more about this. Not just so I can share with all of you more about his, but also so I can work out how I can best live out these rhythms in my own life.

Reading Old Me

For some reason, I have been reading some of my old stuff lately. Not only blog posts but in searching for another document I found one of my old term papers from when I was working on my masters.

It’s a strange thing to read something you wrote years ago. I’m so far removed from writing those things, I don’t remember what I wrote. It’s kinda like reading someone else’s work.

Because of that, I’ve been able to gain a fresh perspective on the things I’ve written. It has inspired me now to want to write more, and maybe reconsider writing a book. Writing a book is something I’ve thought about doing for a long time, but I’ve always worried who would want to read what I’ve written. But after reading my old stuff, I’ve realized that maybe I can communicate my ideas interestingly and persuasively.

What I do know is I was fascinated by some of the previous stuff I’ve written. And who knows, maybe you have been as well.