Trusting God // On Good Friday of 2014, Matt and I told Zach and Amy that we would be moving to Austin with them "next summer," convinced that we were following God's lead, but with no tangible path in sight. I can hardly believe that "next summer" is this moment...
Hello Austin // “Go home.” It was May 11th, 2012, when I heard those two words. I stumbled over them like I was eight years old again, stubbing my toe on the coffee table in the middle of the night as I snuck into the kitchen to get a snack. The last place I ever wanted to go was home...
Goodbye Dallas // Four and a half years ago, Amy and I packed up our 560 square foot apartment in Abilene, threw all of our stuff in a HUGE U-Haul (I reserved the biggest truck they had because I remembered it saying “Best Deal” on the side of it), and headed off to Dallas.
Jesus, Commander of Destinies // God is weaving together a beautiful tapestry of Grace in Austin, full of people from many different pasts and backgrounds and we are blessed to be a strand in this great fabric that can never be unraveled, ripped or trampled upon.
Jesus and John // “Can you honestly look me in the eyes and tell me that God knows my name, knows what I’m going through, and cares about what happens to me?” Even though it was a few years ago, I remember this conversation vividly. I was sitting across the table from a guy, let’s call him John...
What I Feel and What is Real // When Zach first told me he wanted to plant a church, I sweetly and thoughtfully responded with, "Have fun with that..."
New Year vs. New Life // We are now seven days into 2015 and if you’ve kept your resolution this long, you are doing better than three-quarters of Americans. According to a University of Scranton survey, only 45% of Americans make New Year’s resolutions and 75% of those people abandon them after one week. It seems like every time the end of a year comes around, I begin thinking about how much better I want to be in the coming year.
Two Lives // I have a feeling that there will be two very different reactions to the contents of this post. Some will read that Amy and I are moving back to Austin to start a church and think, “Of course, I’ve always thought Zach would end up working at a church.” Others will read this and immediately say to themselves, “There must be two Zach Lamberts, because the one I knew was the last person I ever thought would be a pastor.” There is a very simple reason for these polar reactions: I’ve lived two different lives.