Flashback Friday: How Did You Get Here?
This week we’ve been talking about the Summit’s 10th and 50th year anniversary here on the blog. During times with our staff team this week, there have been lots of “how did you get here?”...
Category: Purely Personal
Tea Time
Merriem captured these pictures just before the Super Bowl party last night. Best imaginary tea I’ve ever had! All those things you guys have been telling me about having a daughter? So true. Be still...
Choosing Life
Yesterday was the 39th anniversary of Roe v. Wade, as well as the observation of what the evangelical church refers to as Sanctity of Human Life Sunday. For 19 years of ministry I’ve observed SOHL...
Ho Ho No Mo’
Christmas Eve, 11:32 PM, and I was stuck smack in the middle of an ethical dilemma. A moral conundrum. A rock and a hard place. It wasn’t my annual night-before-Christmas problem: drinking Santa’s cup of...
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...
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...
Life. Alone.
For the last four days I’ve been a man on his own. My sons are traveling cross country with their grandparents in an RV (National Lampoon movie, anyone?) and Merriem is in the deep south...
Adventures in Missing the Point
Franks Family Vacation 2011 is nearing the end. For the last few days we’ve been hanging out in Colorado (state motto: Our Mountains Are More Mountainous Than Tennessee’s Mountains) with Merriem’s brother and his family,...
Blowouts and Banjo Music, part 2
If you missed the beginning of this saga, you’ll want to start here. So there we were, fleeing for our lives in Wallace, NC, miles away from the world’s largest frying pan that we could’ve...
