Peace

Message given August 5, 2018, at Crosspoint, North Crestview for Students at “Fresh Words from a New Generation” event. 

When I was trying to write this message, I had no idea what to share. I was thinking through some of my favorite verses from scripture, some verses that have really spoken to me in the past, and I just wasn’t inspired to speak on any of them.

And then I had a ridiculous week. And I’m going to tell you about it, and tell you what God showed me through that week. This was very recent, and still very fresh on my mind, so I might get a little worked up about it, but here goes. Continue reading

Biggest Loser Tip

Email written to all staff during the last week of our Biggest Loser competition. Jim (referenced in the end of the email) came in first place. I came in second. 

Hello everyone! In our last week of the Biggest Loser competition, I want to share with you a few things I’ve learned in this experience.

1. It’s never too late to start

This competition may be coming to a close, but my weight loss journey is still in its beginning stages. I’m quite a ways from my goal weight, and I’m still figuring out what works for me and what doesn’t. When I started working a desk job instead of walking to classes, it got really easy to gain weight. I knew I wanted to change something, but I kept putting it off. Now, since I started eating right (I quit the exercising a while ago…), I have felt so much more energized, more confident, and more like myself. If that’s a change you want to make, don’t wait until next month or next week or even tomorrow; just start!  Continue reading

Back to Life

Message delivered March 25, 2018, at Crosspoint, North Crestview, to middle and high school students. Message developed from outline from Orange

Hey guys, I’m Kat, and before I talk to you about important stuff tonight, I want to tell you a few things about me. I don’t want to just throw information at you; I want you to know a little bit about who I am, and maybe some of it is relatable to you.

First, the simple stuff. I lived in Evansville, Indiana, for the first 18 years of my life. Evansville is a lot like Crestview, but instead of being an hour from the beach, I was an hour from nothing but corn fields. Also we had a really cool theme park in Santa Claus, Indiana, called Holiday World, and each section of the park was named after a different holiday.  Continue reading

12 Days of Christmas Covers

This Christmas my friend Kylee had a crazy idea: 12 Days of Christmas Covers. Basically she decided to sing a Christmas song every day for 12 days and post them online.

When I heard her idea, I had to piggy back off of it. You can listen to all of Kylee’s covers here, and all of mine in the links below.

This project was a lot of fun because I got to experiment a lot with Facebook Live. One of my goals was to make my covers raw and spontaneous rather than professional and produced. I wanted to invite people into my everyday life while also singing a Christmas song. I did covers in my pajamas, at work between meetings, on the floor of my office, and whenever I had the time. Some covers were in the middle of the day, and some were late at night. Each one allowed me to show Facebook friends a small piece of my life.

1st Day: Santa Baby (ft. Kelsie Goodwin)

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John 9

Written for and performed at Crosspoint in September 2016.

There was a man who was born blind, and this man was a beggar out in the streets of Jerusalem. I don’t know what it was like to be a blind beggar in first century Jerusalem, but I imagine there was a routine to it. The man probably woke each morning and went to the same place in the same town, where the same people passed him by and responded the same way each time. He heard people walking, smelled them as they passed, asked them for money, but he had never seen them and they never seemed to take notice of him.

One day the man heard a group of people walking past him, and they asked each other why this man was born blind, because of his parents’ sin or because of his own.

The man was used to hearing questions like this. It often sparked a debate or discussion about the cause of disease, the relation of sin and suffering. The next best thing to being noticed is being talked about, right? The question wasn’t new to him.

But this time was different. Among the men was a stranger, and this stranger took notice of the man. He didn’t reduce the blind man’s existence to one example in a theological debate; he saw the blind man as more than just a beggar in the streets. This stranger told the others, “It was not because of his sins or his parents’ sins. This happened so the power of God could be seen in him.”

The stranger didn’t blame the man born blind. He didn’t blame his parents. The stranger said, “This happened so the power of God could be seen in him.”

The blind man heard the group of men stop, and he heard a familiar sound; someone had spit. The blind man flinched. He knew this sound all too well. People spit on him often as they passed. He heard one of the men moving around, maybe bending down to the ground. He listened. He wondered what the man was doing. He felt a stranger’s hands rubbing something across his eyes, and the stranger told him to go and wash in the pool of Siloam.

The man born blind… What could he have been thinking? The stranger’s words were probably ringing in his ears, a concept he’d never heard before: “This happened so the power of God could be seen in him.” What could that mean? Who was that stranger, and what was he talking about?

The blind man left and went to the pool. Maybe he knew his way there, or maybe he had to ask for directions. Maybe he walked casually, or maybe he ran as fast as he could. Maybe he was confused and curious, or maybe he was eager and determined.

When he got to the pool, maybe he knelt down and cupped his hands in the water and splashed it on his face, or maybe he dunked his head straight in the water. But when he had washed, he could see! This man who had never seen anything could suddenly see! He could see the route he’d taken to the pool. He could see the men who passed him on the street everyday, the corner where he sat and begged, the sun he’d felt warm his face. He could see the clothes he wore, the ground beneath him. The blind man could see!

 

Performed by Amy at Crosspoint, Niceville.