Step Up
At first glance, you might think this post is referring to the runaway hit dance movies that have made it to the big screen over the past few years. I’m talking, of course, about Step...
At first glance, you might think this post is referring to the runaway hit dance movies that have made it to the big screen over the past few years. I’m talking, of course, about Step...
Yesterday I saw a prime example of what it means to be the church. Not attend the church. Not have a name on a roll at the church. Not drive by the church on the...
The recent Car for Sale post generated quite a bit of buzz. For those of you who haven’t abandoned this blog in pursuit of better things like, oh, let’s say bedbugs in New York, here’s...
Ye olde blog is normally pretty quiet on a Sunday. I don’t usually blog on the Sabbath, but there’s a story in scripture where Jesus says, “If your ox falls into a ditch, and it’s...
There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t weep bitter tears over the demise of the Crummy Church Signs blog. The guy who ran that thing gave voice to a truth that I’ve...
This post should come with a James Taylor soundtrack. It was ten years ago today that the Franks family loaded up the ’89 Ford Aerostar, said goodbye to friends and family, braved the Smoky Mountain...
(Editor’s Note: the car is not really for sale. No phone calls, please.) On Tuesday, the Franks household lost a dear member of the family. My ’93 Honda Accord – forever known as the Snot...