There had been infrequent talk about having a retreat for the adults of our little church, but the talk never got very far. Cost and effort were big deterrents, and because of that, the idea would evaporate from our attentions.
Rhonda (fictitious name) was the person who always brought up the idea. Eventually, creating the retreat became her project. Years of dreaming about it and asking “what would a retreat look like” took root and started growing.
Singlehandedly, Rhonda found a location for the retreat, did research about how to organize a retreat, and planned the details. The retreat became a reality solely because of her ownership and passion for the idea. Continue reading
Bella and I were taking our daily walk and crossed paths with a fellow walker and his dog. These frequent encounters always result in a 5-10-minute path talk, often about health or the latest news or something pertaining to our City.
“Mom, I’m bored.”
Will you bless my house?
My dog and I take daily walks on a bike path that passes by our backyard. I like the creek that it follows as well as the regulars that share the path with me.
This is not a post about drinking, although that is where I will start.
Our church began in the most difficult form of church plant, the parachute drop. In a PD a church planter and spouse move to a new community without a team or any other accoutrements. In short, they “parachute” into town.
Two fish were swimming in the ocean when they were approached by another fish. “How’s the water,” he asked.
Our conversation began with, “Are you a pastor?”
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