Flashback Friday: All Things to All People?
Every Friday I dig into the archives and dust off an old post. If you haven’t read it, it’s new to you! The Apostle Paul was rather infamous for opening up a can o’...
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To My Daughter on Her First Day of Kindergarten
Haven, The day is here. When you came into our lives a little over four years ago, I knew there would be milestones like this one: your first steps. Your first crush. Your first dance....
Don’t Divide Your Volunteers
Not long ago our five year old daughter lost her first tooth. Because we’re parents who are given to much childhood whimsy, we explained the concept of the Tooth Fairy and encouraged her to stash...
Less is More
We’re at the beginning of another school year, campers, which means that last night I spent the equivalent of four presidential administrations filling out paperwork. Lots of paperwork. Tons and tons of paperwork. Enough paperwork that...
Just One
Just one inattentive volunteer isn’t enough to turn a guest away. Just one dirty restroom probably won’t cause someone to second guess your church. Just one poorly-executed seating situation isn’t likely to turn someone off from...
Flashback Friday: Why You Shouldn’t Serve The Church
Every Friday I dig into the archives and dust off an old post. If you haven’t read it, it’s new to you! You don’t have to live in Church World very long before you...
Thursday Three For All
It’s Thursday, kiddies: the day when I roll out a few things I’ve been reading over the past week. Three of ‘em, to be exact. Enjoy. (Remember: click on the bold print to read the entire...
“The Church is the Only Place Where I Get a Hug”
She meant it as a throwaway comment. I don’t think she grasped the weight of the words that just came out of her mouth. I overheard it in a breakout session after a training for...
Standing in the Shadow of the Kingdom
If you’re a regular reader, you’re well aware of my love of all things Disney. I love the parks, I love the culture, I love their obsessive attention to detail and their fastidious commitment to...
Don’t Cover the Mouse
It was a day to remember, but for all the wrong reasons. Merriem and I had heard great things about a particular restaurant in Durham (no, I won’t tell you the name of the place). It...
