I Can’t Fight This Feeling Anymore…
Sorry, 70’s children. This isn’t a tribute to what might be the greatest band of all time…maybe some other day. But today, I’ve waited as long as I can. This morning at 8:00 AM Eastern...
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It’s Alive! It’s Spectacular! It’s…
…Christmas at the Summit!* More on that in a minute. First, let me give you some lead in: December 2001. A young seminary student and his family are invited to a Christmas event by the...
Proverbial Hilarity
My twelve year old and I were having a conversation a few weeks ago about his daily devotionals. This is a habit he started a few months back, and this proud dad has been very...
Ya Think?
Overheard in the Summit offices last week… Bethany: Does anyone know the name of that Mexican restaurant over by Carolina Ale House in Brier Creek? Rick: Ummm…it’s El something. By golly, I think he may...
Hansbrough-Sized Ego
Last week I was sitting in the living room minding my own business, when one of my Sons Who Shall Remain Nameless walked out of his bedroom. The following is almost a word-for-word replay: ...
One Recap
One is done. I survived Swedish meatballs, a very thin mattress, and being the umpire in a kickball tourney. I made it through high wind, deep puddles, and seventh grade boys who smell like beef stew. ...
One
This weekend, 143 of our students and leaders will be heading to Camp Willow Run for the annual fall retreat, with its uber-cool one-word title: ONE. For the first time in six years, I’m tagging...
…Chicken or the Egg?
I always hated the “which came first?” question. As a card-carrying elementary school legalist, I suspected that question was an underhanded attempt by liberal left-leaning communist God-haters to take our eyes off the biblical account...
A Safe Place for Non-Huggers
As the resident guest-services guy, one of my built in filters is watching for uncomfortable guest moments. Every church has them. Maybe it’s the Stick A Name Tag On The Guest But Nobody Else moment...
Just Four More Weeks…
I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve pre-ordered a book, and I’d still have five fingers left over. (In case you’re wondering: no, I’m not a genetically altered six-fingered mutant.) Editor’s...
