I just had this feeling there should be more to all of this and my immediate priorities didn’t offer sustainable hope. It was right around that time I was welcomed to the Summit.

There have been plenty of times in our marriage that God has taught us the power in trusting Him who loves us to infinitely, but never more so than when we decided to buy a house in the city of Denver.

When I think of the Summit, I think of two things: Life Change (personally and collectively) and Family.

As I reflect over the past 4 years at the Summit, the church has grown to be such a safe place for my mess. Yet, it has also served as an example to me of how God responds to our mess.

If I remember correctly, I think we were the only people that were not part of the group that moved from North Carolina. But even though we were outsiders, we were treated as family.

Back in 2010, when I was an upcoming senior in college, I heard two strangers speak about planting a church in the city of Denver. I wanted to go.

I feel like one of the most significant growing pains for us as a church over the last four years (but also a tremendous area of growth) has been not just throwing out the word “community” because it’s trendy right now, but to have both an understanding of what that word means and a plan for how we’ll deliver on that promise.