Brian Jones

Five years ago my family and I started a new church in the suburbs of Philadelphia. When we arrived I wanted the first dollar our church spent to make a statement about the kind of church we were going to become.

In the past 14 years I’ve rubbed shoulders with more ministers than I can remember. I’ve talked with ministers of large churches, small churches, and every size in between.

The first church I ever served was located in an extremely small town in Eastern Kentucky. There wasn’t even a stop-light at the time. The church was full of wonderful farmers, which was ironic, because the only time I had ever been to a farm...

During my first year of college a life-long family friend and mentor tragically lost his son. Separated by distance, I assumed that his Christian friends, the staff at his church, and his Sunday school class would step in and wrap their arms around...

At first glance you’d probably think I’m resistant to change. I don’t drink Starbucks coffee. I not a big Abercrombie & Fitch fan. I’m still not used to women having tattoos. I’m not getting an earring any time soon.

When I entered junior high I quickly set two goals for my seventh grade year: First, to get Kacey Gire to kiss me; and Second, to keep my friend Eric Green and myself out of the hospital.

Eleven years ago I had just graduated from Princeton Theological Seminary and the Senior Minister I was serving with encouraged me to write a letter to the editor of the local newspaper.

Recently I spent the day reflecting on my fumbling attempts to lead our church in growth. To say that I’ve felt unprepared for my current assignment is an understatement…the Three Stooges meet Forrest Gump strikes me as a more accurate...

Once upon a time there was a young man who felt called to become a Pastor. He went to a Christian college where they taught him many wonderful things...how to love people and teach the Bible and win people to Jesus.

In a letter historians call “The Epistle To Diognetus,” an unknown second century disciple wrote to a skeptic named Diognetus to answer his questions about this strange new religion called “Christianity.” The opening lines of his...