I Kissed Kissing Goodbye
I interrupt your Valentine’s Day for an unusual Saturday post from Connective Tissue. I didn’t want to interrupt you, because I know many of you are sneaking the conversation hearts from your kid’s goodie bag...
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Believe: Back the Truck Up
…that’s what we’re doing this Sunday. At each of our campuses, we’re going to have tractor trailers, U-Hauls, pickups, and the occasional little red wagon for our Day of Hope. As you’ve heard if you’ve...
Investing Yourself
Monday night I caught up with a friend of mine from back in Tennessee. I’ve known Zach since he was a wee lad (he’s several years younger than me). When I was in high school...
Believe: Cardboard Testimonies
This past Sunday at the Summit was another incredible day. (I actually get tired of saying “incredible” about the Summit, because lately all Sundays have been incredible. Tell me I’m lying and see if I...
Believe: A Different Breed
On Sunday morning I had the opportunity to talk to a former Journeyman* who recently moved to the area and started attending the Summit. After we made a few small-world connections, the conversation turned to...
Insights on Incisors
I can’t think of a better way to spend a morning than to hang out in the dentist’s chair. Oh sure, being kicked in the head with a golf shoe or repeatedly jabbed in the...
The Nexus Project
I’m a big fan of student ministry, especially since I survived it. As a recovering Student Pastor, I can speak with some authority on the mind of that animal. They measure time not by the...
One Year Later
On February 6, 2008, I flipped on the TV as I was getting ready to come into the office. Good Morning America was running a story about a tornado that had touched down in some...
Ministry Over Duty
Part of my job is to make sure people understand the why behind the what. I tell my teams often, I care very little if they know the 12 points of their job description. What...
Salvation by Super Bowl?
You don’t have to hang around me long to know that I’m not the saltiest french fry in the Happy Meal when it comes to sports. Sure, I played growing up, if you define “play”...
