YOU GUYS...
VERY excited to announce a new book! Check it out!
It has short excerpts from several of my previous books, plus 20 new chapters AND they let me add lots of my bespoke, artisanal stick-figure drawings that drive home the point!
The designers KILLED it, too. It looks great. Just a lot of fun AND all about a truly radical way of living.
Please pre-order! (Link in bio) Publisher description is below:
"Living Unoffended by bestselling author Brant Hansen offers a practical, faith-based roadmap to freedom from anger. With humor, biblical wisdom, and Brant Hansen’s signature hand-drawn illustrations, this two-color “action guide” will help you gain:
Practical tools to release anger and reduce stress.
A deeper understanding of forgiveness as a path to freedom.
Emotional resilience to navigate an increasingly angry world.
A calm, joyful mindset that transforms relationships and daily life.
This book combines short, impactful essays compiled from Brant’s bestselling books, along with all-new content, making it accessible, engaging, and designed to resonate with readers of all backgrounds. Get your copy today and start living unoffended!"
I buried my dad today.
There was no funeral. It was just my brother and me, standing in windswept and freezing rural Illinois.
He wanted to be cremated. I don't know why. So this is his box.
My brother brought one thing to be buried with him: The sign that my dad would hang on the office doors of all of "his" churches: "Phil Hansen, Minister."
Darin brought it, and I immediately knew why. "He should be buried with this, because it's what he cared about: Himself, and his title."
And so we did. I cried, but not for him, honestly. I cried because I was so thankful to have a brother, who, like me, still loves the Lord in spite of it all. "Though He slay me," Job said, "Yet I will trust in him."
We thanked God out loud for all that he has done in our lives to live out the antithesis of what we went through growing up: The terror, the trauma, the embarrassment. And what we've been dealing with as adults for so many years. We honestly wondered if it would end.
Here we were, together, after all that.
Some things only a sibling can understand.
Please know that a life that's All About You may well conclude this way, even after decades of "ministry":
Just two people, if they bother to show up, standing in the cold, praying blessings over each other's families, and thanking God that he rescued them from you.
Just launched a new podcast!
It's a weekly encouragement to actually do the stuff Jesus told us to do: Like loving our enemies, praying for people who hate us, all that stuff.
Each episode will be short, but perfect for Mondays to get the week started focused on the good stuff. Just search for the "Living Unoffended Podcast" any place you get podcasts.
I realize there are 4.6 million other podcasts, but here's ONE MORE!!! And I promise it's different...
We do, indeed, have a massive problem.
No one knows what to do about it. Not at a societal level, or on a personal one.
Please consider reading this book. It's not about book sales, either. Get it at the library if you like. But please consider this way of life.
So we did a whole episode about why we should be HOPEFUL right now.
Seriously. Maybe spend 20 minutes with us to counterbalance the chaos.
Available on all the usual podcasty-platform-places.
So thankful for the opportunity to "heli-hike" and climb around the Bugaboos in British Columbia. We were invited by a fantastic group of people.
So fun to speak each evening about God's goodness, and get to see his very obvious style on display each day.
I didn't get motion sick on the helicopter rides. I didn't even fall off any cliffs. I feel really good about that.
Sometimes I write songs on the "Brant and Sherri Oddcast".
This is a worship song. It is heartfelt. It is from Psalm 3. May it wash over you.
It is called, "Break Their Teeth"
This will be a nice moment to look back on, capturing the essence of much of our time together: Carolyn looks up from her knitting, and snaps an action shot of me once again not actually writing anything.
