Author: Danny

Kiss Baby Jesus

Kiss Baby Jesus

We have a nativity set in our house. Okay, we have several nativity sets in our house, but right now all but two of ’em are boxed up, ready to move. One of our favorite...

I’m With Joe

I’ve been thinking a lot about Joseph this season. You know…Joseph of Nazareth. The forgotten parent of Jesus. Russ Moore’s excellent blog post earlier this week both encapsulated and expanded on much of what I’ve...

Christmas at the Summit

Christmas at the Summit

We’re one day away from Christmas at the Summit, a three-day five-event yuletide spectacular complete with flying angels, live camels, a real Hebrew baby Jesus, dancing snowmen, Buddy the Elf, authentic frankincense, and snowball fights...

Subtle Cues

As I type, I’m sitting in a McDonald’s at 7:49 PM on a Monday night. I can’t tell you why I’m sitting in McDonald’s, but I can tell you that it has nothing to do...

…And We’re Back

…And We’re Back

Hey gang. I’m back from a brief six-week blog sabbatical. I’m going to jump right in with some new… Editor’s note: Wait. What? You can’t just “jump right in.” Explanation, please. What gives? Huh? Editor:...

It Matters

Not everybody is going to be on stage this weekend. Not everybody is going to be in the spotlight. Not everybody will speak to the masses; not everybody will carry a title; not everybody will...

If It’s Not Ministry, Don’t Do It.

Far too much of what keeps us busy in the church has nothing to do with ministry. Committee meetings. Building projects. Even “sacred and spiritual” things like Vacation Bible School and Fall Festivals (“Hey kids,...

Your Reputation is at Steak

I’m a sucker for a good customer relations story. As a guy who helps design the experience for our first time guests, I love tales of organizations who go above and beyond to “WOW” their...

It’s Official!

It’s Official!

If you’re newish to the ol’ blog…say in the last six weeks or so…don’t jump right into this post. Doing so will confuse you with too much cuteness and not enough context. Instead, start with...

It’s Not What You Know…

Last night my fourteen year old came to me, excited out of his skull about a study trick he’d just developed. In preparation for an upcoming biology test his teacher told the class that they...