One spring day in 2013 at The University of Texas at Austin, freshman business majors Tim Nelson and Chris Uhlig were hanging out, sharing thoughts about their first year of college. At one point in the conversation, they both realized...

Every time I ask, or just simply think about a 24-hour prayer house for my campus, I receive the same answer from God: “Wait for me.” Knowing that my waiting could range anywhere from days to years, I’ve stayed motivated...

I remember helping my dad build our swing set when I was a child. He handed me a hammer, and showed me how to pound, pound, pound a nail into a piece of wood while he looked on, guiding my...

Rivers require two things: water and banks.  Without banks, rivers will turn into swamps. When banks get close, the water’s flow becomes more intense. Forming the Banks Two years ago, a group of audacious dreamers at Appalachian State University in...

“He ministered in me by giving me a firm conviction to follow through with something that was on my heart for a while – to start a missional community within my major.” This was a response I received when I...

Little, Green New Testaments Every semester, the Gideons pass out little, green New Testaments (with Psalms) to the student population at the University of Texas at Austin. And every semester, some people reject them, some people laugh, and some people...

In 2001, ten years into leading the united prayer movement at the University of Texas at Austin (UT), I had a great desire to see a campus house of prayer where students could pray 24/7.  Since Rez Week, the annual united...

I remember the words spoken over me a few nights before I left home for my freshman year here at the College of William & Mary. “Pioneer”, they spoke over me.  A group of older brothers and sisters who mentored...

Running through the garden with the wind on his back, the boy running from his pursuer suddenly finds a good hiding spot as he lays waiting for the pursuer to disappear, to ponder and glaze upon his stolen prize. However,...

Last January, as I sat on my bed and sketched out my goals for the year, I kept coming back to one simple and scary fact: I was just days away from co-leading a missional community (MC) at the University...