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Shirt Pricing


The shirts will be shipped directly to your doorstep 2-3 weeks after payment is finalized (guaranteed to arrive BEFORE LIFE).

There are no art fees if you use one of the customizable designs that you see on this site.  I can design ANYTHING for your group for a reasonable design fee.

All shirt pricing is based off of a 1 color ink front print on Gildan 5000 100% cotton (or a Jerzee 29m 50/50 blend if you like).  If you need less than 12 shirts there is a different process I can quote you on if you are interested.


12 shirts- $14 a shirt

25 shirts- $12 a shirt

50 shirts- $10 a shirt

100 shirts $8 a shirt

200 shirts $7 a shirt


To add a color it’s $1 a shirt more (thus a design with 2 colors would be $1 more)

To add a back print it’s $2 more a shirt

To add a sleeve print it’s $2 more a shirt

Xxl are $2 more and xxxl are $3 more


Many groups have printed the same design on Multiple colored shirts so that they have a different shirt for each day of the conference!  We can accomplish that.  The pricing would be based off the total amount of shirts that you order.


You CAN do Higher Quality, softer shirts such as Bella Canvas, Next Level or American Apparel. You can also do Longsleeve shirts, Tank Tops, V Necks, Hoodies etc.  Email me at for custom pricing.

For available colors for shirts check out these links below!







I will be posting my portfolio pieces here as I complete them. 

This one was created for the Ignition annual SY@TP event. It’s definitely one of my favorites!

Let’s Cancel Church for the Summer

I go through ecclesiastical crises on a regular basis (they occur primarily on Mondays for obvious reasons). I’m sure that this is further evidence of my fallen nature, finite understanding and probable deep seeded character flaws. My most recent ailment was the tiresome pastoral struggle to keep people inspired to follow Jesus.

A very dear friend of mine; a mentor named Don Jones once mused “Why don’t we cancel Church for the summer? Nobody comes anyhow! With all of the vacations, grad parties, lazy mornings, car cruises, picnics and the like; nobody’s here!” He was clearly speaking in hyperbole and apologized for his candor after making the bold statement; yet his words and frustration resonated with a teenage David J. Hardie. I understand him even more today as a Pastor.

Church work is hard.

I know it’s really, really hard to do construction work (I’ve witnessed the limp that my father hobbles along with as he saunters down the stairs and off to work at 3:30am in the morning) and I am not belittling any other profession (other than graphic artists: cut your hair, move out of your parent’s basement and get a real job you dirty hippies) however Church work is a different kind of difficult. It’s a riddle wrapped in offering cards, topped with board meetings, budgets and attendance sheets.

If the goal of everything we do as Pastors is to point people to Jesus and entice them to fall in love with him and be like him more and more each day; we have chosen a daunting task. Think about it, how do you make a married couple fall more in love with each other? For some couples you wouldn’t really have to do all that much, just find them a room and let the cards (or clothes) fall where they may. For others it would seem that there is almost nothing that anybody could do that would help; the relationship is seemingly doomed, let’s just try to salvage the kids and hope that the onetime love birds can be civil at weddings and funerals.

Really, I’m askin’ here: How do I entice Church people to love Jesus more? How do we spur people on to a deeper walk with their savior? I’m well aware that this is the Holy Spirit’s job, and I often wonder what the point of the Pastor really is.

My greatest enemies aren’t the haters (you know who you are) it’s the apathetic. It’s the empty seats, where once plump derrieres filled them. Going to church doesn’t save you, but it does mean something. A general rule of thumb when people disappear from church for an extended period of time is that “things are not alright” to some degree or another.

I posed the question to my wife (know that this thought was formed from the youth ministry/psychology query “Do violent video games make kids violent or do violent kids play violent video games”):

Does going to church make us love Jesus?


Do people who love Jesus go to Church?

The answer is probably “Yes.”

But if we look deeper I believe there is some truth to wrestle with here.

I may have missed the point; I realize I could be choking on the hypotheticals and the semantics. What I’m learning is that some people really love Jesus (I want to help facilitate their growth and desire for him) and others like Jesus (or at least what he can do for them). With the latter I may always be striving to solve the riddle; begging the Holy Spirit to rock their world and reveal Himself to them.

Is the True Church comprised of people who ardently love Jesus and the local church a conglomeration of people trying to find their way? I know it’s a hospital for sinners not a country club for saints; yet how do we address the issue that the infection of apathy is spreading all through the hallways?

People are busy; I get it. Summers are crazy; don’t I know it! We all need a break; I hear ya…..

Why does it seem like some care so much and others could be barely bothered? Some are willing to die for this and others can’t get out of bed to fellowship with the brethren and corporately commune with Christ.

Riddles, riddles, riddles……….




Freedom of Speech Never Existed


Everybody wants to speak what is on their mind; it’s human nature. We desire that our point and perspective be heard and on a good day we would like it to be valued. We as Americans have also come to believe that as a result of the first amendment we can say whatever we like, whenever we like and there’s nothing anybody can do about it.

That is just not true.

Words are far too powerful to limit their effect to stark neutrality and apathy. While the government (usually) cannot imprison us for our statements and criticism of the establishment and culture, it does not mean that our words cannot land us in dire straits.

In our present cultural climate we have seen NBA team owner Donald Sterling severely punished for errant racist utterances spoken to a girlfriend in the comfort of his own home (words that she recorded and effectively ruined his life with). We have also seen an NFL player, Don Jones get fined, suspended and sent to sensitivity training for tweeting about openly gay Michael Sam kissing his boyfriend when he was drafted 249th in this year’s NFL Draft.

If you haven’t learned this yet, don’t worry you will.

Your words can be a noose, regardless of your intent.

We can argue over political climate, culture wars and the “Big Brother” state of liberal media. We can make snide remarks about thought police and intolerance toward the “intolerant” yet at the end of the day we can only control ourselves and our own words. We must realize in this day and age everything on the internet is written in ink, errant words spoken (even when you are drunk, go ask Mel Gibson) can destroy you and we must always think before we speak.

I have the right to freedom of speech as a pastor, however I know many things that I could say on a Sunday morning that would end my employment before the sermon was over. Maybe I can’t go to jail for my public utterances but my life can be compromised and my ministry can be effectively ended.

John the Baptist couldn’t say whatever he wanted without repercussions. When he called King Herod out on his adulterous affair with his brother’s wife publically, he was swiftly put in prison. All it took was a striptease, some drunken promises by the king, a vengeful woman and his head was being served up on a silver platter.

Jesus Christ himself couldn’t say whatever he wanted without social, political recourse. Go read Matthew 23-26 where Jesus calls out anybody and everybody in authority locally. Guess what happened right after that: They killed him.

I really like those last two guys mentioned above. I’m not criticizing their methods in the slightest. One was perhaps the greatest prophet to ever live and the other was God incarnate. I’m just saying that the rules apply to them as well.

We may be called to confront evil, battle injustice and call for repentance. We may be prodded to aggressively address hypocrisy and to defend the people from the wolves who seek to devour them, but know that it’ll be your head on a platter, or you hanging on 2 pieces of wood, or you looking for employment someplace else or deleting your twitter account due to death threats and a public outcry.

Remember, the nature of dying on a hill is that you can only do it once, and that you will die. Perhaps we need to save our words and energy for the most opportune times.

I often times wonder what kind of platter will bear my head. I feel like stainless steel would be a nice choice.

Words have amazing power.

We should not be dismayed when they reap a reaction.

Kavik Character Promo

Here’s the promo art for Kavik. He is a wolverine who is incredibly formidable and respected in the world of Cynderbreak. He’s a master soldier, utilizing any weapon, but his favorite is blade “Glutton” that he is holding in his hand in this picture. It is my hope that he will be a staple in this world for a good bit of time.

You Quit


I’ve become the old hand in youth ministry in my local context. At age 30, having been in full time youth ministry for the past 7 years I’ve become the seasoned vet, the father figure, the sage-like rock of knowledge. This has all happened at 30. Looking around I would wager that it has very little to do with my skills, giftedness or intelligence and much more to do with all of the holes and voids left by all the people who have left over the years.

This breaks my heart.

I remember being young, getting ready to go to college for youth ministry, talking about changing the world for Jesus. We had big plans. We were going to be different than our predecessors; we were going to aggressively further the Kingdom no matter what….

And then almost everybody quit.

There were various reasons that this happened. Some of them seemed good, logical and fair, others were downright tragic, sinful and abhorrent. Regardless of the why, I am left standing in a world full of gaps, plugging holes with rookies and newbies, trying to keep this thing afloat.

My mind constantly travels back to a scene from the acclaimed graphic novel, “Watchmen” where two heroes are talking, one of them, Rorschach a hardened, angry hero who has never given up his pursuit of justice (albeit flagrant vigilantism) and the retired Nite-Owl who has distanced himself from crime fighting to take up a life of comfort and conformity (to be fair, the government told the heroes that they had to cease and desist, not unlike the mandate that will most likely come down against Christian ministries in the next 20-30 years).

The paths of these two cross again due to the death of one of their mutual associates. Nite-Owl nervously asks Rorschach “Whatever happened to those times?” The answer the retiree receives shakes him to his core.

“You Quit.”

Rorschach disappears into the night as he strives to make a difference in this chaotic world.

If I’m honest, this is how I feel most of the time. As a grizzled, bitter hero who never gave up the childhood ideals that we could bring about change, that we could make a difference. There have been trails, sacrifices being made; I’ve made some ludicrous decisions that have allowed me to stay in ministry of some sort and I’m crazy enough to wonder why other people refuse to do likewise.

If you know anything about Rorschach, he’s anything but a well adjusted balanced individual. But he never gave up. There’s something deeply admirable, noble and true to his character.

I have heard people say “Ministry was for a season” “God will raise up other leaders” “Some programs just have to die” and to be honest I get sick to my stomach when I hear those things.

Maybe God wants you to fight. Or maybe I’m crazy.

I’ll just disappear into the shadows and let you reminisce about the “Good Old Days” while I go try to change the world, even if it’s impossible, even if it kills me.

This is probably how Elijah felt most days.