In some ways, it feels like just yesterday that I received a call from the local school district informing us that we had lost our lease with the school that we were renting, because we had decided to take on the topic of sex (and advertise it). That one event sent our less-than-one-month-old church into crisis mode! I've never been more panicked in my life.

Looking back, it all worked out great. Losing our lease with the school started a chain of events that eventually led to us to being at Tinseltown Movie Theater. I can't imagine doing church anywhere else.

But here's something interesting: Today, 36 months later, I still run into people who ask me if I'm the pastor of the "sex church". My answer, almost always, is "You know it!"

The question never offends me, but truth be known... I never want that to be our identity. I'm not interested in being known as the "sex church", the "beer drinking church", or the "church that plays loud music". 

I want to be known as the church that loves God and is obsessed with showing His grace to others. That's it. It's nothing complicated or fancy, but it's what I'm hoping to be identified as.

"By this will all people know you are my followers, if you love one another." John 13:35