It happened AGAIN this morning. I looked on twitter and found yet another minister taking not so subtle shots at other ministries. I wanted to scream at my phone. . . “stop!” I didn’t, as the people in this Asian McDonald’s would have probably run in terror. However, [Read more…]
I took this pic last week while I was visiting a city just a few hours from where I live. This was my first trip to this particular city and it was an amazing time. The group I was in was evaluating the likelihood of American students being able to study at one of the local universities in this particular town.
I went knowing much about the city from a statistical point of view. However, though I knew much ABOUT this city, I was shocked at how beautiful it was in person.
The people were kind and open. They actually are from a “minority people” within this broader culture. They have their own language, food, culture, and religion.
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A few months ago, I was asked to be a guest writer for the excellent website, SingleMatters.com. Here is an article I wrote for them a little while back. With some slight changes, I thought it might be nice to re-post it here.
It was spring of my senior year in college. My friend Phil and I decided to go to our first ever “singles Bible study.” There was one in our city that was making all kinds of buzz. Thousands were showing up. “The teaching and music are amazing” we were hearing everywhere. We decided to give it a shot.
What we found was pretty shocking.
As I type, I have just “shipped” my 7th and 8th “Flat Stanley/Wolfie” to my nephews John Robert and Nathan. If you are unfamiliar with “Flat Stanley”, you can learn more here. “Flat Wolfie” is the variation of the program for the Whitefield Academy WolfPack.
Once again, I have put a good deal of effort in getting these done well.
My sleep was literally impeded as I completed “Flat Stanley” this week, staying up well past mid-night last night.
My cousin Curtis emailed me this morning with some fun memories from my youth. Curtis and his brother Greg were from South Florida, so we only saw them over Christmas. They would pile in the car, drive for 8+ hours, arrive in Atlanta, and we would be in constant motion and adventure until they left. Great memories. [Read more…]