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Hey Church, calm down…

The Relaxed Church

Lately, I have heard a repeating phrase that has drawn me to study and speculation. I long to be part of a community of faith that creates playful pathways of healing. If I could walk through a farm full of flowers, talking with a group of people with a cup of coffee and a freshly made piece of sourdough with butter and Vegemite, as my church of choice, I would. But, yeah, I know it’s not about people, and I have allergies, so…

We spent a summer in the wine region of Stellenbosch with my husband’s Ouma, and I have been longing for that kind of experience of God’s presence ever since. Religion brings rules and a sense of needing to be good enough to encounter God’s grace.

What if ministry were comparable to a regenerative farm, one that was sustainable, nurturing, compassionate and kind?

Christians, in my experience, have often been the most unkind people. In their desire to be good, judgment surfaces in every corner of every conversation. This desire for domination, control and submission floats to the surface in many faith communities I have contributed to. The goal of sustainability and care is often misunderstood in the desire for public notoriety, appearance and success.

The word comes from regenerare — to bring forth again what was born before. To restore life to what has lost it. To make new what has become old, depleted, or dead. A rebirth. I believe the new church emerging is facing a clear decision to lean into a season when the old wineskin is to be left behind, and to establish a new presence in the community. In a world of trying hard to gain approval, a regenerative ministry relaxes into presence, creativity, encounter, hospitality, belonging, and healing.

What if this were the church on the corner of our neighbourhood cul-de-sac?

Jesus, whom I encounter throughout the New Testament, was the most relaxed figure in history. He wasn’t flexing his power and discounting the voice of the vulnerable. He knelt and washed feet; he allowed expensive perfume bottles to be broken; he spoke in parables instead of harsh dictation; and he was a man of the underdog.

The relaxed church is not a church that cares less.

The relaxed church is not lazy and unfocused on mission; in fact, it’s the opposite.

It is a church that has finally stopped trying to earn what was always freely given and, in that freedom, has become the most genuinely alive community in its neighbourhood.

What is alive in your community in this season?

The word relaxed will make some people uncomfortable. It sounds like lowered standards, reduced commitment, and an excuse for less effort. That discomfort is worth sitting with because it reveals exactly how deeply the performance economy has shaped not just our leadership, but our theology of quiet regeneration. Quietness is not about a lack of purpose; it is a humble and modest existence focused on honouring God and living in harmony with others.

“And to make it your ambition to lead a quiet life: You should mind your own business and work with your hands, just as we told you, so that your daily life may win the respect of outsiders and so that you will not be dependent on anybody.” — 1 Thess 4:11-12

We have confused striving with faithfulness. We have confused urgency with anointing. We have confused busyness with fruitfulness. And so the idea of a church that relaxes feels, to the performance-trained mind, like failure.

But look at what this church is relaxing into.

Not mediocrity or indifference. Presence. Creativity. Encounter. Hospitality. Belonging. Healing.

These are not lesser things than program, strategy, and growth metrics. They are the things the program was always supposed to produce and rarely does, precisely because striving for them kills them. You cannot strive your way into a genuine encounter. You cannot program your way into belonging. You cannot manufacture healing through effort.

These things arise. They emerge. They happen in the space created when a community stops performing and becomes consumed by the presence of God.

What does the church need to relax from?

It is relaxing to be free from the need for external approval. Just scroll through a few churches’ Instagrams and their weekly newsletters. Event bias, looks like achievement, but the testimonies of individual transformation have always been the essence of God’s blessing upon a community.

The approval-seeking church shapes its worship to be attractive. It’s preaching to be engaging. Its programs to be relevant. Its building is impressive. None of these things is wrong in itself. But when they are driven by the anxiety of not being enough, by the need for the numbers to validate the calling, they produce a church that is performing rather than being, that is attracting rather than belonging, that is impressive rather than present.

The approval-seeking church does something particular to its leaders. It makes them afraid. Afraid of decline, afraid of criticism, afraid of the Sunday when fewer people come, afraid of the year when giving drops. And fear is not a generative force. Fear produces contraction, control, and defensiveness. Anxiety is crippling leaders, and the impact of burnout is endemic.

It does not produce the open-handed, open-hearted, radically hospitable community described in the New Testament. Shame says, ” You must earn your place. The approval economy says: you must grow your numbers. The performance church says: you must justify your existence with evidence of impact.

The relaxed church has heard all of this and chosen a different way to measure itself.

The different measure is this: What is alive in our community right now? What is God speaking directly to us about? Are people becoming more whole? Is there genuine belonging in this community, the kind that holds when things are hard, not just when the worship is good? Is the Spirit moving, even slowly, even on an ordinary Tuesday, even in ways that will never appear in a report? A data model that seeks performance as a success model over discipleship.

How do you measure discipleship?

A clear biblical model I have found of measurement is the fruit of the Spirit. A shift in the way we rate our sermons, elderships and youth calendars.

How kind is our church?
How patient are they waiting in the kids’ church queue?
How generous are they in our neighbourhood?

Here are six thoughts I have been contemplating about the measure of a “Relaxed Church“.

These six things are not a program. They are a posture. They describe the quality of a community that has learned to receive before it gives, to tend before it produces, and to trust that the life of things belongs to God. A relaxed church is not a lazy one.

Have you ever felt less loved in a relaxed house than in an intense one?

PRESENCE

The act of listening deeply with compassion. Before any of the other five become possible, a community must learn to be genuinely present to each other, to the neighbourhood, to God, and to the ordinary moments of ordinary days. Presence is not attendance. You can be in the room and be entirely elsewhere. Deep listening with compassion is the decision to set everything you are carrying aside and give the person in front of you the full weight of your attention. Not to fix them. Not to prepare your response. Simply to be with them in what they are carrying.

How are we going to be present and give attention to the people in our community?

CREATIVITY

In the beginning God created. A regenerative community participates in the ongoing expression of God’s Rhema word. The first thing we are told about God in Scripture is that God creates. We are made in that image, which means we are, by nature, makers. Creativity in the relaxed church is not a department or a program. It is the quality of a community that is free enough to make things, to try things, to fail and try again, without the failure being catastrophic. Creativity is not for consumption; it is for breaking open inspiration in organic, natural ways.

Writing, cooking, gardening, music, story, design, conversation, all of it is participation in the creative nature of God. And creativity cannot survive in a high-stakes approval environment. It requires exactly the kind of freedom that the relaxed church is learning to inhabit.

How creative are you in the act of expression in your community, not in the pursuit of performance at a Sunday gathering?

ENCOUNTER

What happens when presence, hospitality and creativity make space for the unexpected? You cannot engineer an encounter. You can create conditions for it; the table, the meal, the unhurried conversation, the space where something is allowed to unfold rather than being directed toward a predetermined outcome.

The striving church is always moving people forward from visitor to member to volunteer to leader. The relaxed church creates spaces where people can simply be, and in that being, meet each other and, sometimes, meet God in ways that no program could have planned. It is a common ground that draws people into generosity and expression. It is not forced and manipulated. It is a localised enigma of connection and growth. It is the grandmother holding space for the new Mum. It is the neurodivergent finding space for their own expression of worship. It is a quietness that draws conversation and laughter, bringing relief to the grief-stricken.

How recently did you have an encounter with the Divine that made you pause to reflect on your life choices?

HOSPITALITY

The first act of a regenerative community. Before anything can be given, a space must be made. A table must be set. A door must be opened. The Greek word is philoxenia; the love of the stranger. Not love of the familiar. The reason why sourdough became so popular during our lockdown periods is that we long to create sustenance from simple things.

The programming of the local church has become so complex in its effort to become something like a Broadway show. Hospitality in the relaxed church is not a function; it is a living organism that creates a sense of belonging for those who were once strangers.

Hospitality is the quality of a community that is genuinely glad you are here. It is shaped by inclusion and diversity. In a relaxed community, people learn from one another. It has enough interior space to be curious about you rather than to assess whether you will fit. Acceptance is the cornerstone of hospitality. Jesus cooked more fish on the shore than he preached in the synagogue. The essence of hospitality is the love of the one who does not yet belong, until belonging is made.

How long has it been since you sat with food after a church service and listened to the story of another?

BELONGING

The fruit of presence, creativity, encounter, and hospitality tended to grow over time. Belonging cannot be produced quickly. It is the fruit of repeated, ordinary, unhurried presence over months and years, the same faces in the same place, the accumulated weight of small kindnesses that become the thing holding a community together when the hard seasons come.

The striving church is always chasing the next growth curve. The relaxed church tends the people who are already there — slowly, patiently, with consistent attention that builds the deep roots of real community. Belonging grows in the gaps between the programmes, in the conversations after the service, in the friendship that develops when two people keep showing up to the same place and eventually get to know each other.

How much belonging do you feel in your community?

HEALING

What becomes possible when belonging has become real. Genuine relational healing, the kind that reaches into the places where shame, loneliness, and grief live, always requires safety. Safety and church have not been resonant in my experience.

Safety requires trust. And trust is built slowly, through consistent, non-anxious, non-demanding presence over time. Have you felt safe in the hallways of your church communities?

The striving church is often too urgent to create the safety that healing requires. The relaxed church, the one that is not in a hurry to move you along to the next stage, creates the conditions in which people finally feel safe enough to bring the things they have been carrying alone.

Stories heal. And stories can only be told in communities that are present enough to hear them.

How heard do you feel in your community?

Jesus Relaxed

Jesus moved at a different pace than his disciples expected.

They were always trying to get him to the next place, the next crowd, the next opportunity. He kept stopping. For the woman who touched his cloak in a crowd. For the children the disciples were trying to send away. For the one leper who came back to say thank you. For the conversation with Nicodemus that went on most of the night. For Zacchaeus in the tree. When did you last invite someone you didn’t agree with to your house for dinner?

He was not in a hurry. And his unhurriedness was not passivity or lack of urgency. He knew exactly what he was doing and where he was going. It was something more like what the Psalms call selah, a pause, a rest in the music, a moment of stillness in the midst of the song.

Mark 6:31  “Come with me by yourselves to a quiet place and get some rest.”

Jesus said this to his disciples after they returned from ministry. Not: debrief the outcomes and plan the next campaign. Not to spend time reviewing the number of people sitting in pews, reviewing the parable told, or scolding the youth pastor over the number of people in connect groups.

Come away. Rest. Be with me in a quiet place. The work will still be there. The crowds will still be there. But first, rest. A relaxed church. A holiday kinda pastor. The one who sits around the fire, who wants to be with his people, not try to escape them.

This is the Jesus model for leadership. Not the driven, scalable, metrics-focused model the contemporary church has largely adopted. The unhurried, present, relationally rooted model of a teacher who ate with people, walked slowly, asked good questions, and trusted that fruit would come from the quality of the connection rather than the quantity of the output.

What the Wild Ones Are Looking for…

The next generation has been raised in a world of relentless performance and approval-seeking. Social media has made the pursuit of approval structural, built into the architecture of daily life, quantified in real time, and impossible to ignore. They don’t want your programs. They don’t like your sermon and bad jokes. They want your honesty and attention. Many of the young people leaving the church are not leaving because they have stopped believing. They are leaving because the church feels like one more performance environment in a life that already has too many.

They are not looking for a better program. They are not looking for more relevant content. They are not looking for a hipper brand or a more engaging speaker. They laugh at your social media.

They are looking for a community where they are known by name, not managed by a program. Where their questions are welcomed rather than managed. Where faith is visible in how people treat each other on an ordinary Wednesday, not just in what is said from a stage on Sunday. The greatest gift to the relaxed church is a personal text or phone call, not another WhatsApp group.

The relaxed church is a counter-cultural gift to this generation. Not because it asks less of them, it may ask more, in the sense of deeper commitment, deeper vulnerability, deeper investment in a real relationship. But it asks without the approval economy attached. I recently spoke to a pastor and said to them, ” What if the church spent the same amount of time on creating social media posts that they did at tables with their community?

What if the church went dark overnight on social media and invited people back into environments through direct invitations and referrals from conversations in their neighbourhood? What if we went gorilla marketing and truly built an Acts community? A local buy nothing page, where we swapped, gifted and gave from our lives in a way that created neighbourhood hubs.

It says: you do not need to perform your faith here. You do not need to have the right answers, the right emotions, or the right spiritual experience. You do not need to be further along than you are. You just need to show up. And we will be here when you do.

A Tapestry Across the Neighbourhood

The regenerative church is not a building, a service, or a brand. It is a tapestry woven from many threads, each one essential, each one contributing colour, texture, and strength. Pull one thread out, and the whole is diminished. No thread is more important than another. They are simply different. And the tapestry holds together not because one thread is in charge but because they are woven together. The power structures of the church must be renewed in this season.

This tapestry spreads across the neighbourhood. It is not contained within a Sunday service, a church building, or a denomination. It is present in the Tuesday morning cafe, in the meal brought to the family who just had a baby, in the conversation at the school gate, in the elderly woman who is visited every Thursday, in the young man who is welcomed to a table where he had never expected to belong.

The regenerative church does not bring God into the neighbourhood. It recognises that God is already there; already moving, already present in the hunger and the loneliness and the searching, and it joins that movement rather than trying to manage it.

Acts 2:46-47  Every day they continued to meet together in the temple courts. They broke bread in their homes and ate together with glad and sincere hearts, praising God and enjoying the favour of all the people. And the Lord added to their number daily those who were being saved.

The growth was not a result of strategy. It was a result of presence; the presence of God moving through a community of people who were genuinely available to each other and to their neighbours. They broke bread. They were glad. They were sincere. They had favour with all the people. And the Lord added to their number.

The Lord added. Not the leadership team. Not the growth strategy. Not the metrics of the world. Jesus.

In a world of trying hard to gain approval, a regenerative ministry relaxes into presence, creativity, encounter, hospitality, belonging, and healing. And in that relaxing, it becomes the most genuinely alive community in its neighbourhood.

What if God were saying, “Stop trying so hard…”

Hey Church, calm down.

An alternative to the church that is blossoming in this age.

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My Body Remembers


Sitting in the car park next to the school yard, waiting in the car. The rain splashing on my windscreen, and the parking camera has fogged. I have three little people in my back seat. My friends’ precious children and their mum unwell, so I am villaging. I had to drop one of mine at home to fit another in. It was a juggling kind of day. I’m not sure whether it is the impact of the season that has passed, but I am not great at juggling anymore.

It used to be my speciality. Teams messages blinging, new ideas developing, half-formed sentences and achievement was my middle name. Asana tasks flying, Zoom calls open, budgets met, projects managed, and stakeholders listened to.

Until I couldn’t anymore. I didn’t want to. I was tired. So tired from so much change, so much conflict, and so much disagreement. Have you ever felt so tired that you could sleep for months on end?

The car dinged that the battery needed to be turned off.

I messaged my teenager once, twice and three times.

The rain falls more heavily on my windshield. I could see him walking across the yard with his AirPods (let’s be honest, my AirPods) in and chatting with a friend. The news has been talking about cyclones all day, and I have had it in the background, slowly increasing my anxiety. The media escalated small stories into cataclysmic ones. Is another lockdown on the horizon? What is the impact of war? Where is God in the middle of all of this?

I worked in an environment that responded to every request as if it were an emergency. You see, when your passion is to help the vulnerable, every request is urgent. My boundaries were misunderstood, and my achievement meant I was perceived as “saving the world”, “reaching the lost”, helping. Always helping others.

The little people in the backseat broke my silent internal war.

“Aunty, when is he coming?”

I tried to phone him, but I could see him walking past our car as the sound of the rain grew.

My body remembers.

My body started to heave.

Stress

Responsibility

Overwhelm.

People are not listening. Why is he not listening? Why is he not picking up his phone?

Heart beating. Losing Breath. Frustration. Another request.

My nervous system was beating. Another person is unhappy with me. My humanity was not accepted as important, like those we served.

I can’t do anything about it.

Embarrassed.

Unsure.

My body remembers.

Have you ever felt so overwhelmed that it’s those who are closest to you who feel the rise of your emotions, rather than the people you are actually responding to?

I have been learning that if we allow our body to remember the pressure of leadership. The responsibility. Embarrassment. Emotion.

Not being able to rewrite the story and the season’s insight, we get stuck, and our body remembers. We can handle the load of a crisis for a short time, but the human body was not designed to be in crisis every day. A load that cannot be held for more than a short while.

For example, traumatic stress frequently results in lasting imbalances in the sympathetic (fight-or-flight) and parasympathetic (freeze/shutdown) branches of the autonomic nervous system. Consequently, those who carry chronic stress often experience muscular tension, chronic pain, gastrointestinal issues, and autoimmune disruption.

Psalm 51 describes a broken King David. He is overwhelmed by the stories he carries in his body, heart and life. A sentence that resounded in my heart today is the power of reconciliation and restoration, like that first moment and love you found when you came to know Christ originally.

“Restore to me the joy of your salvation and grant me a willing spirit, to sustain me.”

—Psalm 51: 12

This psalm is a cry from a place of brokenness and a desire for the story to be rewritten anew.

My body remembers the pressure of leadership. The responsibility and the embarrassment of getting it wrong, and in this season, I am rewriting the pace and brokenness of a season sown.

“Have mercy on me, O God, according to your unfailing love; according to your great compassion blot out my transgressions. Wash away all my iniquity and cleanse me from my sin.” — Psalm 51: 1

As my son ran over to the car, remembering he was a little lost in his own world of thoughts, he said, “Sorry, Mum,” and the moment was reset.

How are you processing the stress from week to week?

Each Friday and Sunday at 4 pm Perth time, I am holding space for you to come and write to heal. If you would like to learn more about this, email me at info@amandaviviers.com

This week we worked through these prompts…


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Mother, How to Lead in Uncertain Times

We all need space to breathe. With our phones dinging new reports of war, economic turmoil and the environmental impact of our busy world. In Australia, a research project asked thousands of people about the changing balance between their home and work lives.

If you haven’t noticed, we are all being asked to lead in new ways.

The 2025 Women’s Ambition Report by Women’s Agenda highlighted that 72% of women experienced burnout in the past 12 months, with 61% of those citing the balance between home and career life as the cause.

These numbers tell a story.

I reached the end of 2025 and couldn’t juggle the load anymore. I am not sure if it was the realisation of perimenopause and the hormonal impact of my lifestyle, but after a career of increasingly taking on more and more responsibility at work over decades, I no longer wanted it all anymore.

My generation was promised it all. Leadership, opportunities, travel, motherhood, but I am learning that I can have it all, just not at the same time. I chose my family, my health and a more paced daily life, in a season of uncertainty.

We live in an ever-changing social environment. Women are rewriting the narrative by embracing entrepreneurship, creating flexible work environments that promote balance and resilience while challenging traditional corporate norms and expectations.

One where the nature of working from home has created more flexibility, but at the same time has changed the nature of connection and the rhythm of coming and going to work.

One where 34.8 per cent of Australian business owner managers are female, reflecting a 46 per cent increase over the past two decades, showcasing women’s rising presence in entrepreneurship.

An impressive 81 per cent of women business operators are mothers. They are not opting out of the workforce; instead, they are building something better for their families and communities.

A significant 46 per cent of Australian workers are now working from home at least some of the time. This shift has offered many the flexibility they desire, allowing for a better work-life balance. However, it has also blurred the lines between personal and professional lives. As remote work becomes the norm, many individuals face new challenges absent in traditional office settings, leading to heightened feelings of isolation and burnout.

The rise of remote work has introduced complexities that affect mental health. While the freedom to work from home is appealing, it can bring new pressures. Many workers find it difficult to disconnect from their duties, leading to stress accumulation. The overall perception is that while flexibility is beneficial, without proper boundaries, it can exacerbate burnout rather than alleviate it, leaving individuals yearning for a more balanced approach to their work.

The layer of uncertainty is fresh in our minds after the pandemic and the worldwide chaos that became a series of conflicts and misunderstandings. Our phones have enabled more publicity than ever before, but algorithms have created echo chambers that foster deep distrust in every corner.

Then I read scriptures written by prophets from generations ago. One’s like Isaiah, who was lost in the mire of deep societal unrest, war, and economic challenges, and it helped him return to the foundations of trust and to the way he leaned on God’s help.


“So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God.
I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.”

Isaiah 40: 10

So in our businesses, our families and our neighbourhoods, how do we lead in times of uncertainty?

1. Be predictable. Connection is a priority

When the world feels unstable, your steady presence is a gift. Show up on the same days, whether it’s sports, community groups or church. Keep your promises small and keep them well. With your family, routine will change everything. Keep your meals simple, but sit at the table. Journal for five minutes each day.

2. Name reality, then name hope

Do not pretend the news is not hard. Acknowledge it in one honest sentence with each other, then offer one hopeful pathway. This is the rhythm of the Psalms. Begin each day with gratitude, name the reality, but also name hope. In conversations with your children, partners, and friends, name the hard, then name the hope.

3. Build a connection first

Be curious. Don’t just assume your friends have stopped talking to you. Don’t assume that they no longer want to connect. Ask a question. Answer the DMs. Pray for your neighbours. Send voice notes. If someone crosses your mind, send them a message. Make time to catch up and have a cup of tea with no agenda. Reconcile lost relationships. Video call.

4. Celebrate small wins

Hope grows where small goodness is noticed. A sentence of gratitude in a text message. A photo with a neighbour. A verse that steadied you, shared somewhere. Name it out loud. Write it on your fridge, send it in a text. Rewrite the season’s narrative and anchor it in hope. Tell your friends you love them. Celebrate when they win.

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Here Come the Wild Ones

There is a shift happening; a new way of being is here. Letting go of the labels and the constraints that religion has imposed. Here come the wild ones, and it’s time for us to get out of the way.

Have you ever rolled your eyes at the youth in your town? I know sometimes I see them riding their e-scooters and running across the road, and I find myself shaking my head. I don’t want to be cynical; I want my house to be a lighthouse sitting on the hill, not a place where teenagers feel condemned and shamed for their youthful zeal.

Acceptance, diversity, and story blowing through my life.

I grew up in a house that was always open. A table with enough food to spare. A bed for those who were unsafe. There was always a party brewing, and parents who wanted their kids home, with little need for a reason to celebrate, created a home that was nurturing, rather than a world repelling them from its fold.

Lately, I keep hearing the phrase “Here come the wild ones…”

Young people who are living through technological revolutions.

Teenagers who were told to stay home from school during the pandemic.

A generation that has more information at their fingertips, but is longing for experiences and analogue spaces of renewal.

The psalms proclaim it, the scrolling internet stories of God are increasing, and a swell of a new sound is arising.

“Voice”

Isaiah 40:3, quoted in all four Gospels about John: “A voice crying in the wilderness.” Not a name. Not a title. A voice. John himself embraces this when asked who he is — he doesn’t say prophet, priest or Elijah.

He says I am a voice.

“A voice of one calling: ‘In the wilderness prepare the way for the Lord; make straight in the desert a highway for our God'”— Isaiah 40: 3

This is one of scripture’s most extraordinary identity statements. He had reduced himself to pure function — pure instrument. No ego in the sound. Just the word passing through him. This is what it means to live surrendered, to seek a new way of being and observe the new that is here.

That’s a kind of wildness; to be so surrendered, you become transparent.

I’ve heard whispers of wild generations past, across my life, I have heard story after story of the moves of God in the 1970s. The Jesus people, times of baptism in rivers and concerts, gathering, with protests full of love.

I keep hearing the words “The Wild Ones Are Coming.”

This is what I see…

They reject inherited faith but hunger for the real thing

They are not staying in a church because their parents went there. They won’t perform religion. But when they encounter something genuine — presence, transformation, community that costs something, they go all in. They’re repelled by veneer and drawn to substance.

They are not trying to rebel; they just don’t see the rules the way we do. Black and white confuses them; they realise there are parts of faith that are grey, and they are open to this tension.

They’ve grown up with constant change

Climate anxiety, pandemic, social media’s dark side, political chaos, and the loneliness epidemic. They have been formed in uncertainty in a way no previous generation quite was. This has stripped away the illusion that the world will hold you. It creates a kind of holy desperation that older generations, who had more stable cultural scaffolding, often didn’t feel.

They explore new technology like AI with curiosity, believing they can do anything.

They’re not interested in institutions; they want an encounter

They’ll drive hours for a worship night. They’ll fast. They’ll pursue spiritual direction and contemplative practice. They just won’t sit in a pew out of obligation. The hunger is real.

They are drawn to tables; they will be house-sharing for longer than any previous generation. Independence may be a word of the past. They realise that house parties, shared belongings, the need for sustainable fashion, and the impact of our consumerism are not just a philosophy; they shape the world they long to see restored.

They carry a both/and spirituality

They hold tension well: justice AND worship, mystery AND doctrine, embodied practice AND digital community. They’re not easily boxed. That makes them frustrating to program for and extraordinary to release into mission. They hate falsehood when teachers say one thing and do another.

They don’t want to be told what to do; they want to experience it. They are longing for companions, not leaders who control their reality. They want to explore the grey and redefine what shapes the future.

They’re drawn to liturgy

Liturgy, Lectio Divina, the Church Fathers, icons, disciplines, the mystics, silence. There’s a remarkable turn toward old traditions not as nostalgia but as anchors. They want something that has outlasted trends. That’s a generation looking for bedrock.

They want a simple faith. They want honesty. They don’t want insincerity.

What makes them wild?

They are ungovernable by consumer Christianity. They cannot be held by programs alone. They are, in the deepest sense, seeking a King, not a brand. They grew up in a kids’ church. Whilst their parents attended the conference, they drove in cars to school, listening to CDs. They wanted less.

Church Pastors, they want less, not more. Honest, not excellent. Brave, not perfect.

And when they find the real thing, they are extraordinarily loyal, extraordinarily brave, and extraordinarily willing to go to the hard places.

They are a new breed of John the Baptists.

Wilderness-formed. Uncontainable. Absolutely certain of identity. Pointing beyond without hesitation.

A question I have for you today?

How are you holding space for the wildness found in the youth in your neighbourhood? How are you encouraging expressions of faith in your home? How are you listening with surrender to the beauty that God wants to birth in the next leaders of the Church?

The wild ones are coming…

Can you see them?

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The Secret Your Body Is Keeping

How Stories Heal and Simple Steps to Unlock Yours.

A psychologist named James Pennebaker was invited to speak to top-level leaders from organisations such as the FBI, Corporate Banks, and the police force. After the events finished, late into the night, these experts kept telling him the same story. An executive would sit down for a conversation, body rigid with stress. Then he’d confess. And the moment the words left his mouth, something extraordinary happened.

He relaxed.

Completely. Even knowing the consequences, telling the truth set his body free.

Confession changes everything.

Pennebaker couldn’t stop thinking about it.

What if secrets were making us sick? Not metaphorically. Physically. He spent the next four decades finding out, and what he discovered changes everything about how we think about writing.

Here’s what he found. People who carry trauma and never speak it, never write it, never release it, are significantly more likely to get sick. Their bodies hold what they can’t say. But when people were given four days, fifteen minutes each day, to write about the hardest experiences of their lives, everything shifted. Fewer visits to the doctor. Lower anxiety. Better sleep. Stronger immune function. Improved memory. Some came out of the writing room in tears. But they kept coming back. And by the last day, most said it had been one of the most important things they had ever done.

I think about this a lot when I sit across from women in leadership.

Women who carry so much. Who have prayed and counselled others through their hardest seasons, and shown up faithfully decade after decade. And somewhere along the way, quietly, without even realising it, they stopped telling their own story. They stopped writing it down. They convinced themselves it was self-indulgent. Arrogant, even.

Your story is not just yours. The things you have lived through, wrestled with, survived and been transformed by set us free.

For you first. And then, in ways you cannot predict, for the people who come after you.

Pennebaker found that the women and men who healed through writing weren’t the ones who wrote perfectly. They were the ones who wrote honestly. Those who let themselves shift perspective. Who used words like “because” and “I realise” and “I think” — words that signal a mind making meaning, constructing a story, finding a way through.

“If you abide in my word, you are truly my disciples, 32 and you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.” John 8: 31-32

That is exactly what you do when you write your story.

You are not just recording the past. You are making sense of it. And your body, your tired, faithful, carrying-too-much body, finally gets to exhale.

This is why I created a workshop called “The Book Within You”. Not just because the world needs more books. But the world needs more insight from stories of people who have healed. Clarity. Release. The slow and holy work of becoming someone who knows what she has lived through and is not ashamed to say so.

If something in you has been whispering “write it down” for years now, I’d love you to listen to that whisper.

The research says your body already knows what it needs.

The Book Within You Day Retreat

$497.00

“In a world drowning in noise, your story told with honesty and faith might be the one that changes everything.”

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