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...
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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...
What the Megachurch Can Learn from the Rural Church
Today we’re participating in BlogSwap2010, which is a fancy sounding event name that I totally just made up. Today’s post is courtesy of Mike Waddey, the creator of Tennessee Rural Church blog and the former...
Our Father, Who Art in Customs
Last Sunday I returned from a trip overseas. Getting onto our flight, our team got hot and sweaty unloading and reloading our baggage in 145% humidity (would you like to feel “sticky” or “extra sticky”...
Tales of a Slide Clicker
I’ve been participating in a conference this week where I’m wearing lots of hats: team organizer, accountant, logistical planner, transportation expert, even speaker. But the one hat that I’ve come to despise is that of...
