jesse

I joined hundreds of others Monday morning at the funeral of Jesse Morales, a church planter, chaplain, and father, who spent his life making disciples. I didn’t know him as well as a lot of the people there did, but Jesse and I used to meet up every few weeks for a coffee at Tim’s to pray and talk, and I’d pick his brain about church planting some, but about disciple making more. Jesse could tell story after story about the people he’d invested in, and what he’d seen God do. He spent his life making disciples, and his funeral was a testimony to that, with person after person sharing stories of how spending time with Jesse formed them into a follower of Jesus.

I’ve said it so much that you people who hang out with me are probably sick of hearing it: when I stop to look back, the best things I’ve left behind me aren’t churches I’ve helped start, ministries I’ve been part of, structures I’ve put in place, or ideas I’ve helped form. My successes all have names. They’re people with whom I walked and prayed as they formed their lives around Jesus, who have gone on to help others do the same. Jesse was a successful man.

You can read more at Jesse’s Journy.