Del Augusta
I'm a Senior Pastor Now and What The Heck!

So I’m sitting at the edge of my bed after our first Church School event and a thought crosses my mind. “Del, you’re a senior pastor now.” That thought was quickly followed with me mentally whispering to myself, “What the heck?!”

I’m a naturally confident person, but for the first time in ministry, the burden of what God has called me to do has lead me to a humble and thoughtful place of insecurity. Now when I say the word ‘insecurity,’ I’m not referencing an identity issue. I know who I am and I’m very confident of what I’ve been called to accomplish. However, this new level in my call requires so much new learning, new patience, and new humility. In many ways the newness of this calling to be a senior pastor is exciting and thrilling, but I must vulnerably admit that I have no clue what I’m doing and that makes me sick.

I'm a Senior Pastor Now and What The Heck!
Del Augusta
The Hunger for Significance


Last month, I spoke with a friend who’s been noticing something that worries him. He recently helped host a conference for Christian students to bring revival onto school campuses, where they invited a bunch of famous pastors and worship leaders, and hundreds of fired up youth attended. The conference was an incredible time of empowerment, he said. But while spending time with all these leaders, both veteran and young, he sensed this covert, driving tension among them—a restlessness—and it worried him. The more he paid attention, the more he could see what it was: the hunger for significance.

Del Augusta
Preachers Just Want Your Money

Last week, I was called into a room with a young man who God saved and delivered from hard drug use. When I walked into the room, the young man was shaking, and I quickly realized that he was experiencing some high anxiety and withdrawal symptoms. So I went to the living room, grabbed a chair, sat next to his bed, and rubbed his knee as I began to pray for him. I picked up the trash can next to his bed, because I could tell that he was about to throw up. I could feel the warmth of his vomit as I held the bottom of the trash can. I continued to sit and smile, and all I could think was, “Man, deliverance is messy.” I got home that night at about three in the morning, and wasn’t able to fall asleep until closer to four.

A Season of Transition

I want to speak to many of you who have felt like you don’t know where your next step is…

This past month has been exciting but definitely challenging as lots of travel and ministry filled most of my days. Though the days have been long and filled with excitement, I’ve still managed to steal away and spend quality time with the Lord and in this season God is speaking one word clearly for those who are leaders and forerunners in the Body of Christ…