Enter Wild

“Step into a life gripped by a God who calls you into more—more faith, more freedom, and more victory.”—Levi Lusko, pastor and bestselling author

You are meant to receive the abundance God promises here and now. You are not meant to wait until heaven to experience His best. Even in the midst of our broken world’s traumas and trials, you can 

• learn to lower the volume of life and truly hear God
• experience what it means to speak God’s Word over yourself for real victory
• discover how to pray His promises instead of praying over the problems
 
With his trademark blend of humor and transparency, gifted storyteller Carlos Whittaker shares his personal struggle in coping with crippling anxiety—and how the key to his freedom was rediscovering a wild faith. That key can be yours, helping you open the door to leave mild and enter wild.“This book will have you thinking, laughing, praying, and shouting ‘Yes!’ Carlos gives us the key to finding a new level of freedom and the life of faith we’ve wanted to believe was possible. Inspiring and energizing.”—Mark Batterson, New York Times bestselling author of The Circle Maker and lead pastor of National Community Church

 “Carlos Whittaker does love like few people I know. His passion and energy inspire me. Enter Wild is an invitation to the next step on our spiritual journey. I want to take that journey with him—and you should too.”—Bob Goff, author of the New York Times bestsellers Love Does and Everybody, Always

“We all experience moments when abundant life seems far off and our faith feels weak. But in those times, Carlos Whittaker reminds us that God offers life to the full. Carlos speaks to what freedom and a plentiful life can look like when we step into our calling of wild faith.”—Sadie Robertson, New York Times bestselling author, speaker, and founder of Live Original

“Carlos and I have been close in each other’s lives for more than fifteen years. Watching God do what Carlos shares in this amazing book has been a thrill. It’s time for you to pull up a chair at the table now and let my buddy Carlos tell you how to Enter Rest, Enter War, and Enter Wild.”—Tyler Reagin, founder and CEO of The Life Giving Company and author of The Life-Giving Leader

“This book should come with a backpack because, when you open it, you’re starting a new adventure! I love that ’Los calls us out of our comfort zones to explore faith in ways that are far beyond average. Buckle up with this one. You’re about to be stretched, challenged, and encouraged!”—Jon Acuff, New York Times bestselling author of Finish: Give Yourself the Gift of Done

“Brace yourself: Enter Wild pulls no punches. Carlos shares his deliberate journey toward freedom with wit, courage, and candor. I was drawn in from the first page and reminded that experiencing the fullness of God requires a fierce faith; not faith you have to fight for, but faith you’re finally ready to receive. You’ll be forever changed by this book.”—Rebekah Lyons, bestselling author of Rhythms of Renewal and You Are Free

“I believe God is stirring the hearts of believers with a deep dissatisfaction for the status quo. We know there must be more to this Christian life, because the radical and raw stories we read about in Scripture do not match up with our experience. As only Carlos Whittaker can do, he unapologetically calls us to the life that is available as children of God. He takes us on a journey that will inspire and challenge us to pursue the abundant life Christ has paid for. I am grateful for someone who is willing to look at the real issues we are facing and contend for hope. Enter Wild is a call to the life we’re intended to live.”—Banning Liebscher, founder and pastor of Jesus Culture and author of Rooted: The Hidden Places Where God Develops You

“Whittaker challenges readers to slow down and find God’s plan through prayer in this empowering work. . . . Whittaker is at his best when talking about his own process of developing a ‘wild faith.’”—Publishers Weekly
Carlos Whittaker is a speaker, worship leader, and self-professed "hope dealer" who appears at some of the largest churches in the country including Fresh Life Church, Embrace Church, and North Point Community Church, among others. In addition, he's been on stage at the Orange Conference, Catalyst, MomCon, Experience Conference, and many other key events. A People's Choice Award winner, Carlos is the author of Moment Maker and Kill the Spider. He hosts the podcast Fill In the Blank with Carlos Whittaker. He lives in Nashville with his wife, Heather, and their three children.

Introduction

Back in 1983 there was no such thing as VeggieTales. The children’s department at the local church didn’t have moving lights or a fog-machine haze or Xboxes lined up like airline kiosks at the airport. No.

My generation grew up with much more simplistic entertainment at church. I couldn’t wait for Sunday school each and every week. Mrs. Sullivan would place all of us eight-year-olds in a semicircle. Everyone would sit cross-legged except me. I’m not sure what happened to my ligaments when the good Lord made me, but I’m certain He forgot to stretch them out appropriately. Even as a young lad, I could not for the life of me sit cross-legged. I always had to sit in a chair while the rest of my classmates sat on the ground. So with this scene in mind—eight eight-year-olds sitting cross-legged in a semicircle and one eight-year-old sitting in a chair—follow me into our Sunday school lesson.

As soon as we all sat down, Mrs. Sullivan would reach behind her chair and grab the flannel board and a small zebra-printed bag. Iloved this part! Now, if you grew up in the eighties, this wasyour Sunday school entertainment jam. It was nothing more than a three-by-three-foot piece of cardboard or poster board covered in soft material. Flannel to be exact. And what was in that zebra-printed bag? It contained paper cutout characters that would magically stick to the flannel board as Mrs. Sullivan told the story.

Before she unzipped the bag, she spoke. “Okay, boys and girls. Today we are going to talk once again about Jesus and His disciples. Remember last week we learned about how they fed the five thousand?”

And I thought, Of course, I remember that. It’s all I’ve been thinking about all week!

It was true. Ever since Mrs. Sullivan told us that story, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I mean, how crazy would that have been! I actually went home after hearing the story, grabbed a few fish sticks out of the freezer, and secretly prayed that God would turn two fish sticks into four. I sat them on my Transformers plate and clenched my eyes shut.

“Dear Jesus, do it!” I prayed aloud. When I opened my eyes, you will never believe what I saw! Two fish sticks. Ugh. It hadn’t worked. Every single day of that week, I prayed for a miracle to happen. For something absolutely wild to happen. But nothing happened. I kept praying for crazy stuff like that to happen, but I went to bed disappointed every night.

“Mrs. Sullivan?” I asked her that morning in Sunday school.

“Yes, Carlos?” she replied.

“I tried to pray for a miracle like the fish one all week,” I said. “But nothing ever happened. Am I not praying hard enough?”

All my friends, the flexible ones on the floor around me, started giggling. I remember feeling embarrassed and annoyed. Didn’t they think this whole thing was crazy like I did? Didn’t they want to figure out how to do all the wild stuff Jesus and the disciples did? Mrs. Sullivan saved my spiraling mind.

“Carlos, maybe this story will help you,” she said.

Mrs. Sullivan placed the cutouts of Jesus’s disciples on the flannel board and began to tell us a story about how sad they were after Jesus was crucified. “They were obviously sad,” she said. “Their best friend on the planet had just been killed. They didn’t know what to do.”

Then she placed a cutout of a woman on the other end of the board. “This is Mary Magdalene. She was the very first person who saw Jesus after He rose again.” Then she placed the cutout of Jesus on the board next to Mary. I hadn’t seen this version of Jesus on the board before. He appeared almost . . . shiny.

She went on to tell us the Bible story for that day—about Jesus’s appearing to His disciples after the worst day of their lives. Mrs. Sullivan was right; this story was about to change everything for me. Imagine the flannel board as I share this story from Mark 16.

Jesus asked Mary to go and tell the disciples that He was alive! But there was one major problem; they didn’t believe her. Nope. They weren’t having it. Let’s be honest for a second. I don’t know if I would have believed her either. I mean, He had just been crucified! But what I love about this story is that when Jesus showed up to see His friends and disciples again, He let them have it. He laid into them!

I love the way this interaction is set up: “Afterward he appeared to the eleven themselves as they were reclining at table” (Mark 16:14, esv). I can imagine the conversation that was happening around the table, especially because it says they were reclining. The Greek word anakeimai means to recline as a corpse or at a meal. Obviously, I didn’t look up the Greek word when I was eight, but I have since learned the meaning, and I now have a new way I want to eat.

So imagine for a second, the eleven disciples totally relaxing around the table. Arguing about whether Mary is crazy or not. It sounds like they were just chillin’. Then Jesus showed up and the very first thing He said to them wasn’t, “Hey, guys, it’s Me! Can you believe it? I pulled it off! I’m alive!” Nope. That’s not how it went down.

The first thing Jesus said to His disciples after He rose again was a little more harsh. The Scriptures say, “He rebuked them for their lack of faith and their stubborn refusal to believe those who had seen him after he had risen” (Mark 16:14). Sounds to me like they got a pretty harsh tongue-lashing. Almost as if Jesus was trying to say that things were about to get crazy and if they were all in, they’d better buckle up. Because there was going to be no more room for doubt.

Then, after they were probably feeling super guilty, Jesus went on to tell them the thing that my eight-year-old self had been waiting an entire week to hear. I just didn’t know it yet.

He said to them, “Go into all the world and preach the gospel to all creation. Whoever believes and is baptized will be saved, but whoever does not believe will be condemned. And these signs will accompany those who believe: In my name they will drive out demons; they will speak in new tongues; they will pick up snakes with their hands; and when they drink deadly poison, it will not hurt them at all; they will place their hands on sick people, and they will get well.”

After the Lord Jesus had spoken to them, he was taken up into heaven and he sat at the right hand of God. Then the disciples went out and preached everywhere, and the Lord worked with them and confirmed his word by the signs that accompanied it. (Mark 16:15–20)

After Mrs. Sullivan finished the story, which I’m sure she told with a little less commentary than the way I just told it, she simply looked at me and smiled. I remember my heart was pounding and my mouth was hanging open.

Drive out demons? I thought. Speak in new languages? Have superhuman powers? Heal people? My eight-year-old mind was going wild. I was a disciple of Jesus! That meant this stuff was gonna happen to me! I realized in that moment why Mrs. Sullivan told me that the story would answer my questions. These miracles, these signs and wonders, and this wild faith? It wasn’t meant to be a magic show. It was meant to change people’s lives. It was meant to take people from weak . . . to wild.

As an eight-year-old, I was ready to experience all that Jesus told His disciples they would experience. But then a funny thing happened. I grew up. I got older. My confidence slowly went from looking like the disciples’ faith after Jesus’s pep talk, which is called the Great Commission, to looking like the disciples’ faith before the pep talk. As an adult, I began to find myself doubting all sorts of things about what Jesus said my life should look like.

Adult life and circumstances had kidnapped my childlike faith. Worry robbed my wonder. Anxiety robbed my amazement. For you, it may have been fear, doubt, or anger. The cause may be different, but the effect is the same. For me, it was unreal levels of anxiety. Before I knew it, I found myself like many of us in the church . . . with a small, boring faith. A mild faith.

But what if I told you that you didn’t have to stay here? What if I told you that a mild faith can blow up into a wild faith? Will it take hard work? Yes. But here’s the truth: you can wake up every single morning and sprint into a day filled with miracles, signs, and wonders. It’s possible. Absolutely. It happened to me.

Let me show you what it’s like to Enter Wild.