…And Then There Were Four
Perhaps the most unsung heroes of the Summit are the Starting Point Table Hosts. This is a group of men and women who sit through the same process month after month, answer the same questions...
Perhaps the most unsung heroes of the Summit are the Starting Point Table Hosts. This is a group of men and women who sit through the same process month after month, answer the same questions...
Okay, blog readers, it’s time to step up to the microphone. Or the comment box. Sorry, my middle kid has been listening to a lot of Newsboys lately and I’m having flashbacks. I’m working on...
At the First Time Guest Tent last Sunday, a guest filled out one of our info cards. At the bottom of the card, we always ask this question: “How did you hear about the Summit?”...
Dang, people. You know how to work a great cliffhanger. Ever since Friday morning, we’ve been sitting at 499 in the Who Will Be 500? giveaway. Finally, at 4:17 PM Monday afternoon, #500 reared her...
Saturday night we arrived home after a long day of church stuff, kids’ friends’ birthday parties, and a cook out with our small group. As I pulled into the driveway it was entirely evident that the...
In yesterday’s post we started to answer a question from Doug in Michigan. Read on for part 2 of that discussion. Oh, and happy 200th post, Connective Tissue readers. Our FIT has one driving mission,...
I’m continuously amazed at the random people who show up in the comments section of this blog. It’s like when Norah Jones drops in at Sesame Street to sing about the letter “Y” with Elmo…yes it’s very...
Summit Church, you were paid one of the highest compliments last weekend that I can think of in terms of first impressions. As many of you know, we hosted the Re:Sound worship event at the...
We’re getting dangerously close to the 200th post on this thing, and you know what 200 posts mean: a lot of you have taken time to share your (sometimes) smart-alecky wisdom with the readers of...
Okay, show of hands: who had a teacher who made you laugh on the last day of school? You know the ones I’m talking about: those well meaning souls – typically with those hair bun...