Rick Rubin Says a lot of Really Smart Things

A few weeks ago I was on the road listening to a podcast that was so inspiring I had to keep pulling over to take notes. I’m so glad I got to hear this Rick Rubin interview. Rick Rubin is a music producer who looks like a homeless man and cult leader gave birth to Duck Dynasty. He’s worked with everybody in ever genre. Kanye West, Black Sabbath, and Johnny Cash to a small few on a very large list.

I’ve always been fascinated by Rick Rubin. He looks insane, he’s one of the most respected producers out there, and he’s apparently a big WWE fan because I’ve seen him in the background of a few Wrestlmanias.

I just listened to an interview with him that had so much wisdom in it I’m surprised I didn't have to pay $3000 to hear it. It was so motivating and inspiring. You’ve got to listen to it. It’s an episode of The Tim Ferriss Podcast. 

Here are a few of my favorite things that he talked about.

Self doubt, ego, and competition will kill creativity.

The only person you should be competing with is yourself. If everyday you had the goal of writing a better song [or whatever creative thing you’re doing] than the one you wrote yesterday, you’re going to be motivated to make some really great stuff.

Don’t think so much! Art comes from the heart and the brain is only supposed to come in later to organize what the heart threw up.

When we focus on whether something we’re making is going to be successful or not we’re limiting ourselves. We’re not going to be our most “singular.”

The best version of something isn’t for everyone. If you try to please everybody (which is impossible) you won’t make something as good as it could be.

I needed to hear this.

I struggle with unhealthy competition like you wouldn’t believe. And I love the idea of not limiting yourself and being your most “singular.” Like, when there’s nothing in the way we are capable of creating something so unique and unlike anything else in the world. I want that. I want my work to be singular.

I can’t recommend this podcast episode enough.

Letting Students Lie at Youth Camp

I think we’re screwing up at youth camp.

You never know what new, interesting, horrifying, surprising, terrible challenges will arise when you take your students to camp. There’s going to be a several quick decision moments you’re going to have to handle.

That one homeschooled student beat up a kid on crutches to steal their team’s flag. What do you do with that?

It’s day 3 and you’ve now identified two kids in your cabin as “the one who lies about wearing sunscreen” and “the one who never showers and smells like a 6 Flags trash can.” What do you do with that?

The pastor’s son has a girlfriend in every youth group. What do you with that? High five him because that’s pretty boss. AM I RIGHT?!

Turns out your worship leader is WAY TOO COMPETITIVE and cussed out the Rec Staff at the lake games because “that’s not fair!” What do you do with that?

A student who has been pretty quiet and reserved all week actually approaches you in the altar time. There’s tears in her eyes, something you’ve never seen before, and she opens up about what she’s been dealing with at home. What do you do with that?

This is an easy one. You pray. If God gives you something specific to say, you say it. Then, since it’s camp and camp is awesome, you’ll watch in awe as the rest of the youth group gathers around her. They’ll all begin to pray along with you as a real bond is formed.

This is what youth camp is all about. And you finally get to be 100% present in those moments. This isn’t your normal Wednesday night service. You didn’t just preach, so that’s not on your mind. You’re not thinking about the clock because there aren’t any parents waiting in the parking lot. Someone else is in charge so you can just be there with your students. That’s the best.

But what do you with this: there will be several moments sprinkled throughout your time at youth camp when students will come up to you with all the excitement in the world and tell you about what God spoke to them during service. They are PUMPED about the direction they feel God wants them to follow when they get home from camp.

I’m going to start a Bible Study at school.

I’m going to dedicate the rest of this summer to raising money for missionaries.

I want to start coming up to church before youth service and spend an hour praying for all of my friends who don’t know Jesus.

We all know that camp is a high that doesn’t last forever.

All that excitement and passion students find in the altar won’t sustain them all the way until next summer.

The sad truth is the majority of your students won’t follow through with their big post-camp plans. A few weeks after returning home, while the sunburns peel and a normal sleep schedule is restored, real life will settle back in and those camp goals will be forgotten.

Our students proclaim they’re going to do THIS or they’re going to become THAT when they leave camp but it doesn’t turn out to be true. They end up being liars. And I think it’s our fault.

I’m not accusing youth pastors of being dream killers. I’ve never heard something like “there’s no way you’re going to be pull that off” in the moment, so we’re good at being supportive.

“Yes! That sounds awesome! I’m so proud of you for listening to God’s voice and wanting to be obedient. That is so cool. Let me pray for you.”

But that’s in the moment. That’s at camp. What are we saying to them a month or two later? Are we saying anything at all?

What we have to remember is for a lot of these teenagers this is the first time they’re hearing and responding to something God is telling them. It’s a new experience. They don’t really know what to do or how to handle it. And they probably don’t know the camp high that led them commit to what they want to do won’t be there in a month. Or maybe they’ve experienced that last year “but this time it’s going to be different!”

These students need youth pastors, leaders, and mentors who will be there for them when the high wears off. We have to help them along by keeping them accountable.

Have you started putting together that Bible Study?

Hey, didn’t you want to start praying for an hour before service? I haven’t seen you the last few weeks. If you show up tomorrow, I’ll make time to pray that hour with you.

They’re going to become discouraged or lose interest. It’s not going to be as easy as they thought and they’ll try to turn their back on it. Not because they’re horrible Christians but because they’re human. I know because I’ve done this countless times! And I know in those moments I need someone to remind me of how I felt when I first decided to pursue that thing. I need to be reminded that it wasn’t my idea, but it was God’s. And if God’s taking care of it I can’t give up.

We can’t let our students become liars at youth camp. When they make a commitment to do something for God we have to commit to keeping them accountable. We’ve got to be there to encourage, challenge, and equip them when camp wears off.

Maybe the next time a student comes up to you with a big idea for God you could get them to write it all down. Write what they heard from God, what they’re going to do with it, and how excited they are. Then when they get discouraged and drift away you can pull out that paper and have them read their own words again.

Imagine what this school year would look like if students actually followed through with this big youth camp dreams. How awesome would that be? We’ve got to remind them. We can’t let them forget.

God’s people throughout time have had terrible memories and have been quick to forget. Why not take some time this week to read Joshua 4 and meditate on how this could apply to your students after youth camp.

Like this post? Why not check out Taylor Johnson’s free ebook on youth ministry, DEPLETED.

I've Got a lot of Regrets

If you got to the end of your life and were allowed to do it all over gain, what would be the biggest thing you’d want to change?

I’ve wanted a lot of do overs in my life. Dealing with regrets is a big deal with me. That’s why I love the idea of time travel stories. You get to go back and fix things! How great is that?! I could go back to every Jr. High dance and actually ask the girl out before the last slow song. You reading this, Meghan?! We could still be together!

“In life, I regret the things I didn’t do far more than the missteps I made along the way.” —David Stanley

All of the regrets I can think of right now have to do with chickening out. I was about to talk to the girl, pray for a stranger, get out of my seat and do something stupid. But I didn’t. And I wished I did.

“Of all the words of mice and men, the saddest are, ‘it might have been.’” —Kurt Vonnegut

At the end of the movie Wish I Was Here an elderly father lies in his death bed with his two sons standing over him. He wasn’t a good father. His sons hated him for the longest time but they’ve just apologized, reconciled, and made things right. With his last moments on earth he mutters to himself “If I get to do it all over again I promise I’ll do better.” Then he said the thing that has stuck with me for the last two months.

“I’ll try to remember how fast it goes.”

“I’ll try to remember how fast it goes.”

The man wants a do over and the biggest thing he’d change is going through life knowing how fast life goes by! I can’t stop thinking about that.

The Bible says “you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes (James 4:14).” James is frustrated with people wasting away their lives with their own plans and completely ignoring the life God is wanting to lead them to. You don’t have time for that! Who knows how long you have here. Listen to God. I’ve got some regrets in that category too.

I will never have a time machine. I’ve come to terms with that.

I don’t have time to chicken out. This goes by too quickly. I don’t have time for regrets. My life is a vapor, a mist. I’d rather do all that I can in this short moment than play it safe, get to the end, and want a do over. I’d rather get it right the first time.

Try to remember how fast it goes.

Want more on this theme? Go watch About Time or Dead Poet Society

Nipples & Other Important Issues

Let’s talk about something really important: my nipples. Can you see them through my shirt? If you could would you tell me? “Hey man. Everyone is looking at your nipples and it’s awful.” This is why I don’t like wearing plain white t-shirts. I’m afraid my little chest buddies are going to be screaming through the material and no one is going to want to talk to me. No one will be able to focus. Fast food workers, traffic cops, sports mascots. No one will be able to pay attention when I’m embarrassing myself with a white t-shirt on.

I see other guys wearing white t-shirts all the time. I don’t get it. Are they not worried? Am I missing something? Am I the only one?

This is what happens when we avoid talking about certain topics. Yes, it’s weird/awkward/uncomfortable/embarrassing for me to write about this and for you to read it. I’m sure a few people didn’t get past the first few sentences because they were grossed out.

But this is something I’m struggling with and for me it’s important that conversations like this happen. I need to know I’m not alone.

Replace “nipples in a white shirt” with a more serious issue. Depression, loneliness, addiction, doubting God. Take your pick of the countless subjects we’d rather not touch with a ten foot pole. Because it’s going to be awkward talking through this. And it’s just so easy to ignore.

When we don’t talk about an issue we’re basically pretending like it doesn’t exist, which is fine except for anyone who is actually dealing with it. They’ll fell alone. They’ll feel like there’s something wrong with them. And we can’t have that because it’s not true.

There are topics that make us uncomfortable (like a man’s nipples) but we can’t ignore them. Not just for our own sake but for the sake of others.

When we talk about our own fears, doubts, and struggles other people will feel like it’s ok for them to do the same.

“Courage is contagious. When a brave man takes a stand, the spines of others are often stiffened.” —Billy Graham

We can be the ones who make this a safe place for us to talk about our nipples and other important issues.

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Taylor Johnson is a comedian, speaker, and writer who focuses on this need for confession and honesty wherever he travels. If you'd like to learn more about booking Taylor for a service or event, click here.

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Open Up in There by TJ VonWald

Talking to Strangers is Cool Now (please?)

When was the last time you had a conversation with a stranger?

Waiters don’t count. Nothing where either one of you is getting paid to have the conversation counts.

The other day I was on Craigslist looking for a wife (not really) and I found a listing entitled “Need a Friend? Why Not Rent One?” Yes. Yes. Let it sink in. Rent a friend. Yes. I bookmarked the ad and tried to go back to it yesterday but it’s been removed. The guy was 27 and charging $25 to hang out with shy people or anyone who didn’t have a friend. I wonder if he got any work. I wonder if anyone rented him for an hour just to convert him to Christianity. People are weird.

When was the last time you had a conversation with a stranger? Rent-a-friends don’t count.

I think some of my favorite conversations have been with people I know nothing about and probably will never see again.

I’m sorry, Mom. I can’t say something about how great it is to talk to complete strangers without apologizing to you for the way I acted my entire childhood. I was wrong.

My mom loves talking to anyone and everyone when we’re out in public. We’re in line at Six Flags when my eavesdropping mom hears someone say the word “Missouri” and all of a sudden she’s talking for 45 minutes because she’s from Missouri. It doesn’t matter in what context Missouri was said. She just hears the keyword and jumps in. My mom is Google. My mom will be a stranger’s auto complete.

I’d go to the bathroom at a Chili’s and come back to my mom holding a random baby. What?! Whose baby is that? Where did it come from?! Do I have a new brother? I know the process takes some time and I’m pretty sure I wasn’t in the bathroom for 9 months. Turns out it belonged to that booth over there and now my mom is a babysitter.

Growing up my mom really embarrassed me. I would get so mad when she would try and do this. Once in a restaurant I LUNGED at her and dragged her back to our table because PLEASE STOP TALKING TO STRANGERS!

Now that I’m older (and finally going through puberty) I’ve completely turned around on this. I occasionally eavesdrop and join conversations myself. Recently I was at a restaurant with my family when I overheard a lady talking. Something about a doctor and how he came to his diagnosis. She was saying how rude he was and how he never liked talking to the patients. I turned to her and said “Excuse me, ma’am. Are you talking about House?” She was. I recognized the episode and knew what season it was from BECAUSE I DON’T HAVE A GIRLFRIEND AND I HAVE A LOT OF TIME ON MY HANDS. I talked to this lady for a minute and returned my focus to my parents. My mom looked at me like I just levitated. She was shocked. I had changed.

Friday night I ended up at Denny’s at 4 am sitting with a street preacher,and two atheists. It was a surreal night.

I was in Austin, Texas to see one of my favorite comedians. The show got out around 10:45 pm. I didn’t feel like heading home so I walked over to 6th Street. For anyone who doesn’t know, 6th Street is where all the bars, clubs, drunks, college partiers are late at night. It’s a whole different world that I’m not involved in but it’s entertaining to watch.

Talking to strangers can open your eyes to all sorts of things. These people are outside of your life, and some are WAY outside the culture you’re used to. It offers a new perspective.

That night there was an older guy standing alone observing just like me. I walked over and asked him for advice on how to talk to girls. Why? I mostly just wanted to hear what he’d say. Part of me was hoping for something crazy. “Tell her she smells like spaghetti! Girls love that!” But he actually had some nice insight. “They’ll talk to you and they’ll let you know if they’re interested. All you can do is keep trying.”

At one point I approached a “college bro” after watching him get turned down by a girl. He offered to be my wingman and told me about a website that teaches you how to pick up chicks. I was pretty creeped out but agreed to tag along because why not? It didn’t take long for me to discover he was just as bad at talking to girls as I was except he didn’t know it yet. This guy was oozing confidence. I didn’t participate in the picking up of chicks as much as I just watched and laughed.

Then I found a guy standing quietly with a sign in the middle of the drunken craziness. The sign said “What if?” When someone approached him wondering what the sign meant he asked them “What if Jesus is the only way to God?” He was a street preacher. Kind of. He didn’t stand on a box and yell. He waited for people to come up to him and let them do most of the talking. He stayed calm and never got angry. Everyone else sure did, though. Holy cow.

I spent a lot of time watching this scene. It was so crazy to watch all of the different reactions. Mostly anger and guilt. One girl walked up to me because she thought I was with the preacher. She got up in my face and talked like she was defending herself. “Hey! I go to church every Sunday!” Ok. Cool. No one said you didn’t. Why did you just yell that at me?

There was one guy standing next to the preacher who just crying. No one was talking to him. He just cried. I walked up to see if he was ok. He was a Christian. He told me how sad he was to see how angry everyone was at the guy with the sign. He tried asking me my religious views but I didn’t want to tell him because I wanted to see what he’d do.

He tried to share the gospel with me. And it broke my heart. Because he didn’t know how. He spoke in circles and never actually made any points.

I asked why he believed in Jesus. He said it was better to “believe in something than to not believe in anything.” I pushed him a little. “Ok,” I said, “but why Jesus? You just said it’s good to believe in something. Why not Islam? Why not Buddha? Why did you pick Jesus?” His response was “because I don’t know about those religions.” That’s it?! That’s your only reason?! What if he had said that to an atheist? They would have ripped him to shreds.

Stepping outside your comfort by talking to strangers makes you think. It makes you question yourself.

I had to ask myself “What would I have said if I was the crying guy? Do I have a good reason for following Jesus?”

That night I had no schedule and no agenda. I was completely free to go where the wind took me. In American culture it’s almost impossible to be that way 24/7. We’ve got doctor’s appointments and set times when we have to be at work. But what if you tried to be open just once this week? No looking at your watch and nowhere to be. Start a conversation with a stranger and see where it leads.

My Friday night with no schedule or agendas led me to Denny’s. After all the bars had closed I was still talking to passerby's who stopped at the street preacher with the sign. The street preacher was talking to one guy and I was talking to his very drunk friend. We decided we should just take the conversation to somewhere we could sit down and eat so we did. Denny’s. Not my favorite but who cares. At least it wasn’t Waffle House.

It was a little difficult to have a decent conversation at Denny’s because one of the guys was a little too drunk. But it was still pleasant and interesting.

Toward the end of our meal an older guy sat down close by and sketched us. Kind of a weird sentence. We didn’t ask him to or anything. He just did it. Before he started sketching he wrote on the paper “Time & The Good Lord Permitting.” He showed it to us and let me keep it.

When was the last time you opened yourself up to talk to a stranger and see where it goes? Have you let yourself be free and taken where the wind (or the guidance of the Holy Spirit) takes you?

It’s easy.

You don’t have to be a weirdo and try to force a conversation. Look for organic reasons to talk to someone. Maybe you both observed something odd happen. Walk over and say “did you just hear that old lady fart, too?” Simple.

It could start an adventure. You might hear about a new band or movie that’s going to blow you away. They could really change the way you think/talk about something. Or you might do that for them. What if the conversation turns to religion and they share their thoughts on Christianity? You could respond to that. You could share what the Bible actually says about this or that and fix the damage a church or a “Christian” had done in this person’s life.

Talking to strangers. It’s worth it.

Again, I’m sorry mom.

Robin Williams, Depression, and All of Us

Robin Williams passed away yesterday and it broke everyone's heart. I follow a lot of comedians on Twitter and there were tons of really sweet stories and sentiments shared about Robin Williams. There was consensus among the comedy community that not only was he one of the greatest performers but he was also one of the greatest men offstage. Comedian Dana Gould shared this story on his tumblr.

Two years ago, I was performing at The Punchline in San Francisco, and Robin came to the show with our mutual friend, Dan Spencer.

This particular batch of material was the first time I had touched upon my then still-fresh divorce wounds, and big chunks of it were pretty dark. The next day, I got a text from a number I didn’t recognize. Whoever it was had obviously been to the show and knew my number, so I figured they would reveal themselves at some point and save me the embarrassment of asking who they were.

The Mystery Texter asked how I was REALLY doing. “You can’t fool me. Some of those ‘jokes’ aren’t ‘jokes.” By now I knew that whoever this was had been through what I was enduring, as no one else would know to ask, “What time of day is the hardest?”

He wanted to know how my kids were handling it, all the while assuring me that the storm, as bleak as it was, would one day pass and that I was not, as I was then convinced, a terrible father for visiting a broken home upon my children.

I am not rewriting this story in retrospect to make it dramatic. I did not know who I was texting with. Finally, my phone blipped, and I saw, in a little green square, “Okay, pal. You got my number. Call me. I’ve been there. You’re going to be okay. - Robin.”

That is what you call a human being.

Paul F. Tompkins, another great comedian, shared his feelings about Robin Williams. You can read the whole thing here but I really identify with this paragraph:

Robin Williams made me laugh so many times. So many times. When I was a kid, having problems of my own, feeling unpleasantly different from the people who populated my world, I found sanctuary watching this guy on TV who was celebrated for being a weirdo, for being an oddball, for being silly. He was praised for having a mind that produced delightful absurdities with great speed. No one told him to be quiet. No one tried to make him act like everyone else.

This is just a small sample of a million posts that echo these same thoughts.

Robin Williams took his own life yesterday and the world was devastated. Not only was there an outpouring of love for the comedian but there was also a great deal being said about suicide, depression, and mental illness.

We can’t forget about the ones we’ve lost but we must never lose focus on the ones we’re going to lose unless things change.

When it comes to issues like suicide and depression we're not the best at handling them. We’re like a group of grown men standing around and it’s not until one of them poops their pants that everyone says “gee, I better go to the bathroom.” We can't wait until the next life is taken from us before we deal with depression and mental illness again.

If you’re experiencing depression or thoughts of suicide, you’re not alone. You can get help. There are people all around you who will love and support you. Don’t keep it bottled up inside. Don’t ignore it.

If Robin Williams, one of the funniest/joyful/kindest men, can be affected by it, anyone can.

We were all so shocked when we heard the news yesterday. You never know what someone else is going through. Let that influence how we treat everyone we come in contact with in our lives.

We can’t let this issue only come up when it takes another life.

Nanu nanu

All About Eating Too Much

For the last seven days I was on the road. Texas to Arkansas to Mississippi back to Arkansas and now I’m home in Texas. It was for ministry. I wasn’t on the run from the law or anything like that. I was doing stand-up and preaching. And when I wasn’t doing that I was eating too much.

This last week I ate like Jabba the Hutt.

When something traumatic happens in a person’s life their mind might decide to block the memory out. It’s easier to not remember that horrible thing at all. Yesterday I tried to write out an inventory of the meals I ate while on the road and there a few lunches and dinners I can’t recall at all. Did I block them out? What did I eat? What happened?!

“Please let this be rock bottom,” I said to myself. It was on the third slice of leftover pizza I snuck in at 2 am. I was pacing my hotel room in my underwear trying to chew as fast as I could so I could get back into bed and watch more Frasier on the Hallmark Channel. I wouldn’t eat in bed because I don’t want crumbs and I have standards!

Whenever you feel bad about something in your life do you ever try to find someone worse than you to make you feel better? “I got this terrible hair cut but at least it’s not as bad as that guy’s hair.” “My girlfriend is mean and blew up my car but at least I didn’t marry a serial killer like that person I saw on TV.” “I eat too much but at least I’m not like Augustus Gloop from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.”

I have two videos that make me feel better about eating too much.

Laughing Guy Who Loves Food Goes Nuts!

I was shown this video last week and I can’t stop watching it. This guy is so excited for his disgusting looking take out. Why is he filming himself? Who is he talking to? I’ve never filmed myself eating. I’ve never reacted to food like an old prospector who found buried treasure in an abandoned mine shaft. And I’ve never eaten gross looking soup from a bag! What is that?! WHY is that?! Horrible. Horrible.

Woman Eats Two 72 oz Steaks in 15 Minutes

People always tell me I eat too fast. I just need to show them all this lady and then they’ll appreciate my meal intake more! Everyone is impressed by this, right? It’s really incredible. But at the same time it does make me feel better about how I eat. I’ve never eaten a salad in three bites with my hands. The one thing that’s kind of a bummer is that it doesn’t look like she’s having any fun. There’s no joy in this extreme challenge. She looks like she’s having to do this or the kidnappers will kill her whole family. Like this is a scene from a new food challenge sequel to Taken.

The moral of the story is I'm eating too much and I need to stop. Today is a new beginning!

Yesterday I decided my last horribly irresponsible meal would be at Cici’s Pizza Buffet. Every time I want to eat healthy I have one last meal at Cici’s. This happens every month or so. The last time I went to Cici’s I live tweeted my experience.

Everything about my decision to eat here is bad bag, Leeroy Brown. I just worked out. I walked here. I’m alone. I’m in a prom dress.

Saw a guy at another table do one of those burps that turns into a dry heave. Aw yeah. He had a good meal.

First plate done. Leave the crust and leave your dignity.

There’s always at least one guy in a baseball jersey eating at Cici’s. No matter what time of day you go. It’s a rule.

If you’re eating at Cici’s on a regular basis and you’re still able to participate in sports, you’re doing it wrong.

All great romances begin at Cici’s.

“We met at Cici’s. She was the janitor who found me passed out on the toilet.”

Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to go eat a fruit or green plant thing. Or maybe I'll eat ten of them. Covered in chocolate. Wrapped in a pizza. I'll probably end up eating too much.

Rules for Being Creative

You’re creative. Some of you want to be a musician and that’s awesome. Others of you want to be a writer, actor, artist, or maybe a magician. That’s awesome too. Some of you want to be a serial killer and THAT’S NOT AWESOME.

You daydream. You have your Oscar acceptance speech already prepared. You’ve practiced your interview for the Tonight Show when Jimmy Fallon asks you about your new “project” (I used to do this all the time). You doodle in class, sing in the shower, perform stand-up at dinner.

For most of us the problem isn’t that we don’t know what we want to become. “What do you want to be when you grow up?” We’ve got our answer locked down. We know where we are, and we know where we want to be, but we have no idea how to get there.

This is where I was stuck my senior in high school. I wanted to be a stand-up comedian but I had no idea how someone becomes a stand-up comedian. I searched everywhere for a step by step breakdown of what I needed to do to “make it,” but that doesn’t exist. There’s no book or website that says “start doing this, then go here, find this kind of person and say this, then start trying this, and then you’ll be famous.” Nope. There’s no set path. I can’t copy someone else’s story.

If you’re a singer trying to make a name for yourself you can’t just watch that Katy Perry documentary, Katy Perry: Part of Me (which may or may not have made me cry), and say “ok. I’ll just do that. I’ll just do exactly what Katy Perry did.” That won’t work. You’ve got to go your own way.

Even though I can’t give you a precise step by step process to find your creative fulfillment, I can share with you some rules for creativity that I made up…I mean….discovered….through hard work.

RULES FOR BEING CREATIVE

1.Just do it.

You want to make music? Go make music! You want to write a book? Write a book! You want to murder someone? NO! DON’T DO THAT!

You don’t have to wait until you’re out of high school or college. You don’t have to wait for someone to give you permission or tell you it's a good idea. Just start. Today.

We live in an incredible time. You have more technological capabilities in your phone than The Beatles ever had when recording their albums. You want to write a book? You can self publish. Want to make a short film? Share it with the world on Youtube. Want to write and perform a play? Grab some friends and rent out a space in your city. It’s easy. There’s so much potential at your finger tips. All you have to do is reach out!

2. Stay off social media

It's a horrible distraction that will ruin everything and suck away all your time.

3. There are no rules

4. There are a few rules.

10.Huh?

What was I saying? Sorry. I was just checking Facebook. IT'S BEEN 5 HOURS?! How was I on my phone that long?! I need to go to bed!!!

11. You see? Don't get distracted.

12. Make a lot of terrible garbage at first

This isn’t my rule. This is advice from Ira Glass, the host of This American Life. Watch this video and be inspired.

13. No idea is too dumb to try.

14. Balloon animals are really hard. Avoid working with them.

16. Always skip the number 15

It's the true unlucky number. You know how everyone 13 is unlucky? Well, 15 is the one who started that rumor. You all fell right into his little trap. 15 is a horrible and unlucky monster. That's why all 15 year olds are meanest kids you'll ever meet. SKIP 15!

17. This was my lucky number growing up.

18. For real, just do it!

Why are you still reading this? Go write or paint or sing or act or take a shower. You haven’t showered in several days and you’re starting to smell. You’re mom paid me $10 to put this in my post. Go shower and then you can go work on your creative pursuit. Close the gap. Don’t get distracted. You don’t need anyone’s permission. Chase after who you want to be. You can’t copy someone else’s path so it’s time to start making your own.

19. Give me a shout out when you become famous

Please?

Check out this other source for inspiration.

What inspires you when you're trying to be creative? Share in the comments.

Clickbait is Dumb & Christians Should STAHP

I’m tired of blogging and here’s why.

Oh, that’s a good title for a blog. I should remember that. Yeah. That’s one of the unique and recent challenges of this form of writing.

-You have to come up with an interesting topic.

-You have to have an individual voice that doesn’t sound like everyone else on the internet.

-There needs to be worth while content that can be beneficial or something. It can’t be shallow, useless garbage.

-AND THEN you have to come up with a truly INSANE title that is going to freak people out enough to click the link.

You’re on Facebook. You’re creeping on that ex-girlfriend or “hate reading” a dumb Facebook debate on gun control or atheism. Suddenly, a link with a BIZARRE blog title shows up in your feed.

WHY EVERY CHRISTIAN GIRL SHOULD MARRY A GUY LIKE HITLER

You go “WHAAAAAAAA?!” Perfectly reasonable reaction. You click the link because of course you’ll click the link. You’ve got to check this thing out! “That CAN’’T be what the author means. What are they talking about?!” Half way through you find out what they’re really trying to say and it’s usually something obvious and dumb. “Women shouldn’t marry Hitler. They should be careful who they date.” Oh. Ok. Duh. Thanks.

IT’S A TRAP! Apparently it’s called “clickbait” and it’s exhausting. I like writing on the internet but I probably can’t be successful because I’m not very good at creating clickbait. I mean, I can come up with some dumb blog titles but I don’t know what kind of blog would go with it.

SEVEN REASONS WE BELIEVE SCOOBY DOO IS A RACIST

FIND OUT WHY KISSING DEAD ANIMALS IS REALLY REALLY FUN

WHAT PRESIDENT OBAMA DOESN’T WANT YOU TO KNOW ABOUT THE DISNEY CHANNEL

You’d click those, right?

Clickbait is manipulation. I totally get that. But I still fall for it all the time! There’s the “What Happens Next Will Shock You!” trend in titles that I can’t resist! I need to know what happens next and why it will shock me.

THIS CAT ATE A BAG OF COCAINE. WHAT HAPPENS NEXT WILL WARM YOUR HEART

What?! I need to see that! How can my heart be warmed by a drugged out kitty?!?!!

I once wrote a blog about youth ministry and attached a photo of a keg stand because it was referencing something in the blah blah blah. Who cares. A LOT of people checked that post out. A lot more than usual. I think it was, like, 5 people. Just kidding. It was 5 million! Kidding again. The point is most of them weren’t reading because they were interested in what I had to say. They just wanted to make sure I wasn’t an idiot saying youth ministry is all about getting drunk. WOOP WOOP!

It’s so tempting to be a part of the trend. If it ain’t broke why fix it? But it IS broken. It’s dumb. We shouldn’t have to trick people into reading! Reading is so important. Don’t believe me? Check out this scholarly article on 10 Benefits to Reading on best-books-for-kids.com. Pretty good benefits, aren’t they? On top of that, apparently reading can be prescribed by doctors to fight depression.

There are so many great/smart/entertaining/unique voices on the internet who aren’t trying to trick us. Can we give our attention to them instead of these clickbait masters? Like, Christ and Pop Culture. That’s a website I find myself at all the time. It’s interesting and thought provoking and distracts me in the bathroom after I eat two quesaritos at Taco Bell AKA THE WORST DECISION OF MY LIFE!

When we fall for clickbait like

FIND OUT WHY I'M A PASTOR WHO LOVES SMOKING METH

we read it quickly because “what in the world?” and then never think about it again. We don’t care about who wrote it. We don’t care about anything else they’ve written. We’re not going back next week to see if they have any other interesting thoughts.

What I’m trying to say is I’d really like it if you subscribed to my blog. Because clickbait is dumb and I’m TERRIBLE at it! 

WHY JESUS DOESN’T WANT WOMEN TO SHAVE THEIR LEGS

Start a summer reading list. Get a couple of book recommendations from friends but also add a few websites on there you’ll check out once a week. Reading is so important. I'm no scientist but I'm sure if we spent thirty minutes away focusing on reading a new article, novel, research, or humorous essay, instead of on social media, we'd see some positive effects. Our brains would grow like the Grinch's heart. Our conversations would be richer in content. We might seek out new and exciting experiences like the ones we've been reading about. Like joining the Hunger Games.

Reading can give you so much but it can also help take away. It's a wonderful distraction. Take a break! Relax! You’re stressed, you’re busy, you’re pregnant (surprise!). You could use a nice read.

It might sound like I'm exaggerating but I'm really not. That summer reading list could do a lot of good. And since it was my idea, why not put this site on the top of that list? PLEASE?!?!?!

I’ve split my site in two. There’s a section for everyone and section for pastors. There are two different blogs for the different audiences. For Pastors I have any and all ministry related writings. That’s also where you’ll find my new ebook on youth ministry. Here you’ll find some humor, devotionals, or embarrassing stories that anyone can enjoy. 

Over on the right of this page you can find a place to plug in your e-mail address to subscribe. That way you’ll get an e-mail notification every time there’s a new post.

What are some books, magazines, or websites you want to read this summer? Post YOUR summer reading list in the comments.

Salvation and Smoked Sausage

I hate smoked sausage.

I want to tell you that right now because apparently it’s the hardest fact in the world to remember. At least it is for my parents. Smoked sausage was always for dinner even though it’s gross and dumb.

The routine was always the same:

I enter the kitchen, ask “what’s for dinner,” and see the awful things cooking before hearing the answer.

I remind my parents about “how much not good” smoked sausage was and is and always will be. Amen.

My parents, Barbara and Tomato Johnson (not their real names) would apologize. “Just eat it tonight and we won’t cook it when you’re home again.” Cool cool cool. I’d plug my nose and shovel in a few bites. Done. No more smoked sausage for a lifetime. Good riddance.

A week goes by. “What’s for dinner?” SMOKED SAUSAGE?! AGAIN?! WHAT?! WHAT HAPPENED?! I THOUGHT I’D NEVER SEE YOU AGAIN! Taylor’s parents, William and Angelina (also not their real names) would look at him with such confusion. “What do you mean you don’t like smoked sausage?” It was like last week never happened. I questioned whether my parents even listened to me…or maybe I’m a ghost.

Once again I’d force down a few pieces and run upstairs to cry and write in my diary (exaggeration).

When I was a kid and smoked sausage was on the menu I had to find out what exactly was required of me. I asked the question all kids ask: “How many bites?” What is the exact amount needed in order to be done with this?

Focusing on the minimum requirement is a sign you’re not really invested in what you’re doing. Obviously I never had to ask that question on pizza night or burger night or taco night. Why? Because those foods are awesome! I’d lose count of my bites. There’s no fear of not meeting the minimum with pizza. Pizza is the best.

Let’s replace “bites” with “works” and examine our Christian walk. It’s not about shoveling down this and that so you get to go to Heaven when you reach the end. You will never earn salvation. We are fallen, broken, sinful people who couldn’t stomach what it takes. Jesus did it for us.

When we feel like we’re lacking in our Christian walk some times we think we need to force in some more bites. “If I can get ten more down I’ll be good.” This is dangerous especially when you start comparing your plate to others.

Jesus rebukes the Pharisees for this very reason.

“Woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! For you clean the outside of the cup and the plate but the inside they are full of greed and self-indulgence. You blind Pharisee! First clean the inside of the cup and the plate, that the outside also may be clean.” (Matthew 23:25-26)

Here’s another way we can say that:

Our Christian walk is not counting the bites. It’s falling in love with the meal. It’s pizza night.

Love God. Hand him your life. Put all your trust in him. Most importantly: “Oh, Taste and see that the Lord is good!” (Psalm 34:8)