Calvary Church of State College, PA

Jesus is always looking for thirsty people who can become whole-hearted worshippers of God.

What I have to do, defines me. Jesus was defined by a desire to love thirsty, broken people. He was compelled to compassion. It was like he couldn't...

In Jesus, God offers us something more that is so radically different that it's like being born all over again; like starting over and being delivered into a whole new world. It's not like before only better; it's not cosmetic or...

Jesus is our defender and our untamed warrior. He battles for us.

Perhaps one of the great problems for our movement today is that for the last few decades the invitation to follow Jesus has read more like a vacation brochure than an enlistment campaign.

Knowing the difference between being a fan and a follower of Jesus Christ, and how it affects living a life on mission.

“Come and see” has always been the invitation. It’s an invitation to follow Jesus, to live the gospel-centered life, to embrace the Mission of God.

To come and see Jesus is to be transformed in our thinking and perception of who Jesus is and who we are.

It didn't occur to Mary that God would invite a nobody from Nazareth, to begin the next chapter of the story that would change the world. Some of us here would be just as confused if God showed up at our door. "I have a mission for you. I...

Christ is the greatest treasure. Everything else is worth-less compared to him. Without him all I have gained is garbage.

Paul had one holy passion. He had one greater-than obsession. One thought filled his mind all the time. He wanted to know...

Easter is a reminder that Jesus has this way of messing up funerals and turning endings into beginnings. He turns hopeless cemeteries into stadiums filled with cheers. Your story isn't over, the best is yet to come.

Just as Father God sent Jesus on a mission. Jesus has sent us on a mission to show people the good news of Christ.

Perhaps one reason why revival has yet to come is that we cry much for things that matter little and we cry little for things that...