The thought of doing magic for someone and not even personally being there really intrigued me. Recently, while at an event in Texas, I called a friend to try it on.

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MAGNIFIED - A Close Up Experience

Excited to announce the name of the close up show I've been working on - MAGNIFIED. You don't have to have a big stage, fancy lighting, or even a large audience to witness something incredible. You can experience all the sideshow stunts, psychology, and sleight of hand of a stage show right in front of you. Just click the Contact tab to talk to me about booking.

Honduras Blog 2: The Outer Darkness

The second day in Honduras, we began our mission with a place in the city called Ministeria de Vida.  Vida is a rehabilitation center for men.  Most of the guys there are at the end of their line: extreme addiction, no friends or family, no food or money.  Their vice had taken everything from them.  As we approached the locked gate made of aluminum siding, we stepped into a compound.  In the center was the house in which they all bunked.  The upper floor had bars for walls, each covered with a blanket for some semblance of privacy.  To the left, a workshop for carpentry in which they painstakingly make acoustic guitars, ukuleles, and furniture by hand.  To the right, an outdoor gym in which dumbbells were made of cement-filled coffee cans.  Behind that was the pavilion in which would all meet together moments later.  These details are important to illustrate the severity of the problems these men face.  This was not a place filled with pillows, fluorescent lights, and therapists.  

The time had come for everyone to meet, and they began by singing praise songs and praying.  Within minutes, a man had stepped forward to the invisible altar and collapsed.  No one paused.  Voices continued and eyes remained focused.  The man began violently weeping on hands and knees, holding his head as low as his body could get it.  He was sweating and crying so deeply that by the end of the song, he literally lay in a puddle, and the pastor took him away to care for him. 

I had witnessed a man’s fragile will, fall off of the pedestal and break into a thousand pieces.  It was beautiful.  Our instincts as people and Americans are to help others in distress.  At some point in our life, we will wander off the trail and into the darkness further than we have ever gone.  It is at that moment that we cannot be helped by someone else.  Our only hope is that God reaches in and guides us back. 

Many times, that guidance requires full dependence, and God can only extract that dependence by letting us fall apart within.  When this man fell apart, he did so before God.  His breaking was the opportunity for God to rescue him, not me, or someone else.  That’s why it was beautiful. 

As is often the case, God reveals the true nature of my surroundings with humility.  It was clear then that despite having come to visit, I was already checked in as a person in need of rehabilitation.  This would be a valuable reminder to speak to them as such, and not as some American boy who has everything together.  And so I did not tell and lecture, but I pleaded and begged with them to follow Jesus. 

As we drove away in the truck, and they locked the gate behind us, we watched as scores of people ran to a small opening in a wall only 1 block from the gates of Vida.  They reached up with money, and a hand from the hole fed them with small bags of drugs.  The road led straight in to the gates of Vida, and only steps away was darkness, waiting with an open hand.      

Honduras Blog 1: Circular Leadership

*Note: I write to myself as the first reader.  Not directed at one specific person, rather, all people, including myself, in general.*

Many people have gone on mission trips.  They’ve become a tradition for people in the Bible-Belt.  I’ve been on a lot of missions: several domestic trips, Canada, Nicaragua, and most recently, Honduras.  I spent a week in Honduras with just a couple other guys.  The trip was more of a relational mission for the purpose of bringing my own team on future trips.  We were stationed in the city of San Pedro Sula, Honduras-- commonly known as the “Murder Capital of the World.”  I expected the week to be intense, heavy, and full of excitement.  My mind was racing in wonder of all the things I might see and experience.  I was excited about the prospect of being a leader of a missionary team to such a place.  So naturally, God chose to start the week off by reminding me what his style of leadership entails. 

Day 1, we swept and mopped floors. 


Just like my first job working at Dairy Queen, all of my gritty, laborious skills at mopping floors came rushing back.  Mopping pattern, rinse technique, and even bucket placement.  For about 1 second, I was bummed that our first assignment was cleaning.  After that 1 second, I was happy and thankful. 

I grew up in the shadow of numerous “leaders.”  Sometimes, it was a job with a boss.  Sometimes it was a job at a church with a pastor/boss.  Sometimes, it was on mission trips.  I’ve been mistreated by many of the leaders God has placed over me in my life.  During those times, I would get angry and wonder why someone, whom I had thought was good and pure, was put in a position of authority over me.

The reason there are bad leaders is because of pride.  We often mistake good leadership for qualities like charisma, personality, communication skills, intelligence, experience, etc.  Watch the Presidential debates and you can see all of these things highlighted and emphasized.  But biblically, none of these things are necessary ingredients for true leadership.  Jesus was the epitome of true leadership.  Jesus’ greatest quality was humility.  He met his own standards.    

So, as I arrived in Honduras, set to prepare myself for being a leader, I was thankful that my first task was mopping floors.  Traveling and performing full-time, being the guy on stage speaking to the audience sets one up to feel important and powerful.  Mopping floors is not glamourous.  Tyrants don’t do their own laundry and dictators don’t wait tables. 

The leader is first in line, and all other behind follow.  Just like when Jesus washed the feet of his disciples, he was walking all the way back to the person last in line, and serving them, making them first.  The next people in line follow Jesus, and soon, the line transforms into a circle, and a circle has no beginning or end. 

The best leader is the first to serve.