Earlier this week I was in a meeting where part of the discussion centered around "marketing" the church. The discussion itself isn't really what was important, nor was the specific topic. But it rubbed up against something in my subconscious that's been bothering me; something I couldn't quite wrap my brain around, but was nagging … Continue reading Church…or crutch?
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Don’t eat dog vomit…
As a dog returns to its vomit, so a fool repeats his folly. (Proverbs 26:11) Another Creation Festival has come and gone. And, as always, there is much to process from an emotional and spiritual perspective. We often talk about "mountaintop experiences" in our faith walks...those times when we are so full of our love … Continue reading Don’t eat dog vomit…
And we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden…
The day we've been waiting for all year has finally come. Our crew from FUMC Williamstown will be shipping out 29 strong tomorrow morning (6/23) for the Woodstock of Christian music, Creation Festival (Northeast). The late-June trip to Agape Farm, PA, has become an annual pilgrammage for our youth group for the past 7 or 8 years. … Continue reading And we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden…
God bless us, every one. The most dangerous blog I’ve ever written.
OK, this little rant's been building up for awhile. And it will probably tick somebody off. That's really not the intent. And I hope if, once you start reading, you start getting angry or offended or whatever, you'll stick with me and approach this with an open mind. Because I think it's worth thinking about. … Continue reading God bless us, every one. The most dangerous blog I’ve ever written.
Treasures in jars of clay–and some sick nasty ball & stick skills
Having lunch at my favorite local eatery last week, I caught this clip, among others, as Sports Center was being broadcast on the big screen behind the bar: Watching LeBron drain sick shots from all over the court really got me thinking about what I think is a part of Christian life that is often … Continue reading Treasures in jars of clay–and some sick nasty ball & stick skills