Yes, literary buffs. It’s spelled wrong. On purpose. Because it’s in-addition-to-what’s-come-before day. And my, how glorious it is.

Redline was birthed out of a heart to reach our county’s young people with the Gospel. It’s remained true to that calling, and simultaneously invited people outside of our county along for the ride. We even welcomed a huge group to this year’s conference that drove 12 hours from the state of Michigan.

I’ve been so impressed with two (or too?) things this year: 1.) the appetite of those who’ve come, literally hunger and expectant to hear from and see God show up in their lives. 2.) The collective unity and dedicated teamwork of our volunteers at New Life.

The worship with Brother’s McClurg has been nothing short of divine, making room for the Holy Spirit to linger and move as He sees fit. And much of that has been provoked by the attitude of those walking in the doors. This morning before I shared I just kelt over to one side, weeping; I was overcome – or won over – by the love of the Father for me. For us. Susan Dunk’s message last night on finding your unique voice in the Kingdom, coupled with Anthony’s “I’m proud of you” song that he sings to his son…I’ve already been undone.

My message this morning about exhausted me. The Lord gave it to me in the shower at 6:30am, and I was so nervous about it that I soon realized either a) God was going to show up in the midst of it and blow it up, or b) He wasn’t and I was going to bomb my small portion of the conference.

Needless to say, he showed up.

I’m looking forward to the Aligned Workshops happening now, and then Session 3 tonight. Paul & Susan Dunk and Brothers McClurg will be back for all three services tomorrow at New Life – can’t wait.


Photo courtesy of @Rebekah521


Megan J. · 30 Apr ’12 at 11:55 am

The entire conference was amazing. I wish I could have that every single day of my life… Wait, I guess I will, once I get to heaven!! Your message really got to me. I’ve been thinking a lot about that topic, and trying harder and harder to obey, and go and do. So thank you for that… (Actually, side note, I was at CiCi’s yesterday, and a man came in using a wheelchair, he had no legs, and his chair said he served in Afghanistan. I immediately thought, too bad CH or PK aren’t here, I’m sure they would talk to him and tell him thank you for the service. “Uh, wait a minute, why can’t I do that? Why can’t I walk up to him and say thank you?” So… up I get, heading towards him, then I of course turn and go to the bathroom….. but needless to say, on my way out I stopped and talked to him for a very brief moment, and gave him and his family my thanks for his service….)

Thanks for letting me know about that lovely empty chair! What a great chair to be “in”!!

Love you!

    Christopher Hopper · 30 Apr ’12 at 6:59 pm

    The key is always to put yourself in the position of the person receiving your thanks: imagine the void if you don’t say anything at all. Clumsy but heartfelt is better than the void any day.

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