Right now. Stop it. Because you’re probably not doing it anyway.

The average “tithe” in America is 2.5% of one’s income.

Don’t we know that tithe means ten percent? We must need pastors to teach us math because clearly we can’t figure this out on our own…

Except, many of us already know that it’s supposed to be ten percent. The reality is that we don’t care.

We care that our bills get paid and our families have a roof over their heads and food in their bellies. But we American Christians are far from minimalists.

No, we also care about our latest fashions (we have to dress like the pastor, right?), our (probably too many) Disney vacations, and wait… don’t forget the Starbucks.

Maybe if there’s something left over after we gorge ourselves on the temporary things of this world… we will give a percent of that.

So what kind of sermons do we really need to hear? What is the word of God that will break this selfishness?

Well it’s not a math equation I’ll tell you that. It isn’t “give 10% and the heavens will open.”

Our leaders have been asking for too little of us for far too long and now 10% has become 2.5%.

We’re not robbing God. You are… every time you tell us to follow some archaic rule that is only fulfilled properly in a Christlike generosity. A generosity that gives everything.

What we ought to be hearing is more sermons on selflessness and giving that hurts at least a little bit. But to effectively preach on a topic one must live it first.

So, Mr. Pastor, it might be time to donate your new jays to another pastor who wears expensive “gifts” and practice what you preach.

We don’t want to give you 10%. Because it looks like that’s where it’s going… to you.

If you’re honest with yourself, you might begin to see that you have set an example as a consumer who gives “generously” more than a generous giver who consumes modestly.

Remember when Jesus talked about the rich who gave the required amount and believed it was sufficient?

Don’t be that guy.

We’re just following in your footsteps. We don’t need math lessons. We need a resurgence of generous, humble pastors.

We need you to live and breathe generosity, not preach tithing and call it generosity.

So long as you’re doing the bare minimum (and maybe a little over sometimes so you can keep that humble facade), that is exactly what your people will do.

Toxic pastors have toxic churches.

Healthy pastors have healthy churches.

Selfish pastors have selfish churches…

And generous pastors get the privilege of seeing a move of God on the financial front.

But don’t take my word. “Test God” and see what happens, since you believe in that so much.

Your sister,

Monica

I’ll be shifting into mostly videos as I work on my book. So here’s the latest on a trial I am navigating.

Please continue to keep me in prayer, as I will for you all.

I pray this is helpful for any of you who are dealing with similar situations and trying to honor God while loving people well.

You are not alone and He sees your faithfulness.

Your sister,

Monica

Have you ever wasted time trying to help people make sense of a calling God gave to YOU?

Maybe after prayer and confirmation all we need to do is get to work.

What are you going to walk boldly into that God has called you to do?

Your sister,

Monica

I want to write. I miss blogging. But seasons change and I’m doing more talking than writing these days.

I love sharing the Word and breaking down difficult topics, now I just do that differently.

My days are spent caring for six children on my own, sermon prepping, hosting community events for the church, and in discipleship meetings/calls.

It’s all I’ve ever wanted. And yet it’s SO tough.

“When you know you are called, quitting is not an option. Nothing can deter you.”

So let’s about dreams today.

What does it look like to actually walk in your calling and see your dreams come true?

Defining what you want to do is important.

Understanding what you are called to do is more important.

And knowing you are called will sometimes be the only thing that keeps you going.

There are days I wake up and the enemy is in my ear with a megaphone before I open my eyes.

But his words fall on deaf ears.

I’m deaf to the sound of lies because I’m filled with truth. Still, sometimes the lies seem like they’re coming from my own mind. I am that entrenched in battle right now.

So what do you do when your dreams are coming true but it doesn’t feel like they are?

Keep trusting the Lord.

Keep walking.

Don’t.

Ever.

Quit.

When you know you are called, quitting is not an option. Nothing can deter you.

At least that’s my humble experience today. I hope it is helpful and please keep me in prayer.

I’ll try to pop in and drop a blog post more often now that things are leveling off a bit.

In the meantime, head over to YouTube and subscribe to my channel where I post weekly messages from New Wine Community Church!

Thank you all for taking the time to read what God puts on my heart and letting me speak into you life. I consider it the greatest honor.

Praying for you all as you walk out the dreams God has called you to give birth to.

Your sister,

Monica

Read all about it!

Yes, I know I’m being totally “extra” right now, but it’s also totally warranted!

All in ONE MONTH…

I have been invited to speak (plans changed but you still NEED to check out this conference),

launched our home church,

got an AMAZING coach & new friend to walk with me during this church plant,

shared on the Third Millennial Church podcast about my passion for people and social media,

finished an e-book (I’ll post the link as soon as it published)… and SO much more incredible stuff I can’t even share yet!

So, I’m super sorry I have been out of touch on the blog. Definitely thinking of you all and praying for you every day!

I’ll be back to posting soon about what God is doing in this next season of my life.

For now, check out this timely word on your social media use.

See you on the flip side 😉

Your sister,

Monica Gary

Many of us have spent the last couple of days reeling from the NY law that states babies can be aborted up to full term.

Some of us have defended the “gray area.” People have unfriended, spewed hateful language, and altogether ignored their friends over this matter.

The church is not insulated from this insanity.

The views on abortion vary to such a degree within the circles of those who label themselves as “Christian,” that we can hardly tell who stands for what anymore.

My stripper friends are posting about how it is murder and some of my friends from church are saying it’s not such a “big deal.

Anyone else confused? Anyone wonder how we got to this?

For starters, it would help to do a little research on how abortion is linked to eugenics and see it for the evil it really is.

The root of the matter always matters.

Jesus was (and is still) concerned about the state of our hearts above all else.

While we cannot change others’ opinions or even the disgusting origin of systematic abortion, we can examine our own hearts.

Whatever you believe about the matter, why do you believe it?

I had a revelation today as I perused isles of toys and watched my 4 year old marvel at them. She was so excited, joyfully window shopping for almost an hour!

I followed her into every store and let her lead the way, exploring as she went….

Her happiness was as marvelous to me as the toys were to her little toddler self.

I wanted to give her the world.

But I won’t.

Not because I can’t, but because I would damaged her by doing so.

I would be worshipping her and it would escalate to bigger and more expensive toys, clothing, vacations etc. as I coxed out every last drop of happiness I could squeeze from her to make myself happy.

Which brings me to this…

We kill our babies because we worship them.

Our American culture informs us (even in the church), that babies are meant to bring us joy. If they don’t they become useless, inconvenient and disposable.

If they aren’t likely to live up to our expectations, if we hypothesize they will be “defective” in some way, then we may dispose of them. Provided we fill out the proper paperwork, of course.

After all, an idol is only as good as its ability to serve us. And idols, every idol, is worshiped for what can be gotten from it, not given to it.

You see, baby worshippers. You are the problem too; not just the “baby killers.”

“We kill our babies because we worship them.”

I have heard it said that whatever we put before God we will lose. Maybe that explains why we are losing so many babies?

It’s time to check our priorities. If you’re putting more effort into keeping your kids happy than upholding the sanctity of life, you’re dead wrong.

Well, maybe not dead but you are wrong.

The babies have the dead part taken care of for you. But not to worry, because the children you already have are being worshipped sufficiently.

Besides, who has time for saving babies when you’ve got soccer practice at five and a lavish birthday party to plan?

Grieving for our ignorance…

Your sister,

Monica

Just before Christmas I was able to squeeze in a local Christmas lights sight seeing with our youngest children. Unfortunately we spent almost an hour in traffic before seeing any displays.

We sat there as patiently as we could, my husband playing games on his phone to distract himself and the girls chatting in the backseat. A little voice came from behind me…

“I wish I could name a cloud,” Monica Jr. declared.

She was probably remembering when I shared that Peter had payed for a star to be named after me when we were dating. It was a cute idea; naming a cloud.

“Well… that’s a neat idea honey, but clouds don’t last so it would be silly to name them. They’re just vapor in the sky that floats away.”

The words I spoke were oddly familiar:

Men are only a vapor; exalted men, an illusion. Weighed in the scales, they go up; together they are less than a vapor.

Yes, even the exaltation of having a star named after me would not last. That distant ball of fire and the records naming it for me would all one day be vapor just as my earthly life and name.

Along with even the beautiful flowers of this world, I will fade.

But I have a new name.

God named me.

I have new life.

That name is as eternal as the life I have found in Him.

He named me because He has given me permanence in His kingdom; a right to reign alongside His Son, even.

What an honor!

I don’t know that I ever grasped the significance of being named by God so deeply as I did the day my toddler decided she would like to name a cloud.

I don’t know that I have ever been so grateful that my Father has chosen to call me His and give me a new name.

I pray that you take seriously the implications of such a simple, yet permanent gesture. We may not know our new names yet, but we can be sure that they are everlasting just as we are everlasting in Christ Jesus.

May you walk in that new name; in truth and in confidence of your Father this year.

Your sister,

Monica

*If you would like to but have yet to accept Christ as your Savior, I would be honored to walk with you through this step! Feel free to contact me here, and I’ll be in touch ASAP 😉