Sterling Griggs

This past Monday morning June 19, 2017, a couple of trailers and a whole host of people showed up at our town home in Southport, NC, to help us pack our lives up and move us up to Wilmington, NC. For several hours we sweated, laughed, grunted at ridiculously heavy pieces of furniture, and laughed some more. Our journey to Wilmington began towards the end of last summer with a bit of a nudge. Both my wife and I sensed that God was moving us in that direction, but we weren't exactly sure why. My position at the church I was serving in was going and growing well - I truly enjoyed being both a Teaching Pastor and Connections Pastor there, helping people plug in and take their next step with God. Even though my wife is a nursing professor at UNCW, she was okay driving back and forth a few days a week. Our kids had all of their friends in Southport and we lived in a really cool community. Why move? God continued to nudge us and we continued to pray for His wisdom and guidance. At th...

Yesterday I attended my fourteen-year-old daughter's last dance recital. I say "last" because she is heading to high school next year at the University of North Carolina School of the Arts in Winston-Salem where she will focus on music, specifically the clarinet. She has made it clear to us that she sees her future in music, not dance, and that she is ready to move on to the next chapter in her life. The next chapter? At age fourteen? As I watched her dance in her three performances, so much flashed before my eyes. I recalled her first dance classes as a three-year-old. For three solid weeks all she did was stand there stiff as a board, unwilling to participate with the other girls as the teacher was instructing them in all the finer points of dance that a three-year-old can digest. Finally, my wife laid the gauntlet down - either you dance or we're going home for good! Miraculously, from that moment forward dancing was never an issue with her. Memories of her ...

There has been a lot of discussion over the past few years about why younger people are not returning once they graduate high school and why younger adults are checking out of church as well. A whole host of reasons have been given to explain this phenomenon: A lack of relevancy in today's church, this younger generation expressing a much greater need for community than church can offer to them, and a shift in theological perspectives. It is likely that all of these reasons, and many more like them, are partially responsible for the church exodus from many in the younger generation. What is not apparent is whether there is one dominant reason that people just aren't all that crazy about church today. Let me be up front - I don't have a clue as to what that primary reason could be, or even if there is one. All I know if what I hear from those who find themselves less than enthused about going to church today. Recently I had a conversation with a man who had not been to ...

"Here's to second chances and new beginnings!" he said, raising his cup in a mock toast. Suddenly, his demeanor soured and he added, "I just wish I wasn't so angry about what happened in the past." What I heard my friend say is not all that uncommon. All of us, at one time or another, struggle with feelings of anger, resentment, and bitterness. Even when we find ourselves in a good place, the pain from our past can still hold us hostage to the point that we struggle to move forward. Let me go ahead and tell you this: You don't have to stay angry. Or bitter. Or be filled with constant resentment. A good friend of mine once told me that "the past is prologue." This means that your past, while instrumental in determining how you move forward, does not have to define who you are now. Easier said than done, I know. The truth is that fighting lingering feelings of anger or bitterness takes a lot of hard work. Think about it - it's easy st...