Do They See What We See?
Yule Blog Week continues today…a series of really short posts that will help you get your blog fix and get back to Christmas. This week you’ll no doubt be coming into contact with spiritual skeptics: friends,...
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Christmas Carols for the Rest of Us…
We continue Yule Blog Week today…a series of really short posts that will help you get your blog fix and get back to Christmas. Although these are not original with me, I think they’re pretty...
Yule Blog Week Begins!
I’m going to take a wild guess and say that readership will go down this week. You’re busy with your Christmas get-togethers, your last-minute shopping, your high-society boiled custard tastings. And of course, many of...
My Favorite Christmas Gift So Far…
…okay, in full disclosure it’s my only Christmas gift so far, but I gotta tell ya, this will be sure to make the top three. Thanks to Leanne, my First Impressions director at the Cole Mill...
Defining Insanity
Someone once defined insanity as doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. I’m thinking that this person had kids. In our house, we experience insanity roughly every 29 minutes. It usually...
An Open Letter to the Lady at Target
This is a little strange, since you and I never spoke. Likely, you never even knew I was there. Both of us were shopping in the pharmacy section; I was scoping out some cold medicine,...
When a Good Deal…Isn’t
Earlier this week I dropped by Blockbuster to pick up a couple of gift cards. Here’s how the conversation went down… Employee #1: What can I get for you, sir? Me: I just need to...
The Five Stages of Sermon Prep
As we say in the preaching world, Sunday is in the can. Okay, so I’ve really never heard anyone say that in the preaching world. Heck, I don’t even have a travel visa to...
500
If you attended the Brier Creek AM campus last Sunday, you heard Pastor J.D. make the challenge for 500 of you to be sent out to one of our other campuses. January is coming, and...
Blessed to be a Blessing
I’m a Christmas Hog. Growing up, it was always about me: my presents. My tree. My family celebration. Sure, I was a churched kid raised by parents who tried to work it out of me, but...
