CD Review: From Age to Age
Let’s be honest: I’m no music reviewer. When I was in 8th grade, the high school band director gathered all of us in the middle school cafeteria and made us take a proficiency test to...
Author: Danny
The Gospel IS The Point
This weekend I officiated wedding #22. (Not to the same couple, thankfully, although that would be an interesting blog post. Zsa Zsa…call me.) Whenever I do a wedding, I really get a kick out of...
Book Review: The Butterfly Effect
Unless you’ve lived a very sheltered life, you’ve heard of the phenomenon known as The Butterfly Effect. The Butterfly Effect happens when on one side of the world, a butterfly flaps his wings, which moves...
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...
When the Church is the Church
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...
Hooptie Deux Review
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...
Best Guest Story EVER?
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...
Crummy Church Signs
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...
North Carolina: The First Decade
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...
Car For Sale
(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...
