because Christ did things for keeps

Tall is the disenchantment of the postmodern age. Where hard-fought distraction takes the place of faith, song gives way to fleeting hope, and all things beloved are played for keeps. Tall is the disenchantment of the age, and it must stoop to get through the doors of grace.

Birdhouse is a declaration that war is over, and the party can begin. It is our humble attempt to help one another stoop through the doorway to the celebrations in the street: a doubled-over joy grabbing at the knees of our gospel-bored solemness with a laughter louder than the world can imagine, deeper than this age can hope, and more childlike than we dare remember. It is an offer of place where faith pictures grace not seen, humor sings of resurrection hope, and the providence of God grants the freedom to pretend without the fear of playing for keeps. In short, this is our attempt at building some birdhouses; some safe places in the forestry of the age in which to leisure and from which we will sing of the good news of our God (Matt. 6:25-34).

Join us in weeding out the wholly bored, all-too-serious, disenchantment of the age, and come help us plant a garden of holy-buffoonery for Christ in its place. In other words, the war is over so come outside and play. Come join in on the greatest joke ever told: the death of death in the death of Christ, for a world dying to hear the enchanted laughter of heaven.