Of course, this is a fool-proof plan for any job or activity…
Though I have no desire to become “famous”, and certainly not as a “blogger”. (I’d much rather make a difference)
thanks Challies
Of course, this is a fool-proof plan for any job or activity…
Though I have no desire to become “famous”, and certainly not as a “blogger”. (I’d much rather make a difference)
thanks Challies
Yup, it’s about lunchtime, so I’ll go and get my ice auger…
Thanks to Rob Dixon for the link
Is there anyone in your family that begins playing Christmas music as soon as you’re hit by a cold September day?
A few years ago a certain person in our family (the aforementioned shall remain unnamed) began listening to Christmas music so early we were sick of it by mid-December. (I think we forced ourselves to endure another day on December 25th… but it’s not cool to play music you’re sick on Christmas day).
I instituted the hard and fast 1st of December rule: No Christmas music or decorations prior to December 1. (This has since been negotiated back to November 25th–Martine’s birthday)…
…but we haven’t come close to getting sick of Christmas music ever since.
Saw this over at Ed Stetzer’s stomping grounds. For anyone who is relatively aware of current North-American church-planting currents, this is a hilarious parody (and sometimes not… a parody).
As we move toward All-Saints Day (for those living in historically catholic regions of the world), here’s an interesting story about statues of the saints in Québec 200 years ago from over at the M Blog:
Many years ago, the British Navy arrived on the Atlantic coast near what is now Quebec. They were told to wait until reinforcements arrived and then begin attacking the city. Growing bored with the wait, the commander of the British fleet decided to do a bit of target practice, and so he ordered his gunmen to fire the ships cannons with the goal of destroying all the statues of the saints, which sat on top of a nearby cathedral. By the time reinforcements arrived, most of the ammunition was used up, and there were insufficient military resources for the British to soundly defeat the French. Two hundred years later, Quebec is still a French city, because the British decided to “fire on the saints” instead of the enemy.
So… the saints really do protect us… hmmm…
Jon over at Stuff Christians Like did a post a few days ago on 15 things that happen when you start a church. His list is hilarious and true. We’re 9 for 15 so far:
15 things that happen when you start a church.
1. You will meet in weird places that don’t feel exactly like church. Our church rocked it in an old car wash for a while.
2. You don’t get to choose your first members. My dad’s first member was a 6’5” homeless man named Jack who used to get sick in the middle of service in what was a small, poorly acoustically prepared for giant men to get sick, car wash.
3. Your oldest members will occasionally bring their own tambourines to service and unexpectedly go up front to play them. To slow songs.
4. A whole bunch of people will think you’re too conservative.
5. A whole bunch of people will think you’re too radical.
6. At some point, someone will complain that the ex-stripper who sings at church is not wearing enough clothing. You will swear they did not teach you how to handle that exact situation in seminary.
7. You will accidentally do a bait and switch, promising a fun pizza event that turns into a get saved right this second moment, that the local paper eviscerates you for.
8. People in your new city will wonder what your pastor does the rest of the week since he only really “works” one day a week.
9. Your pastor will think about quitting approximately 84 times. He will think he is the only pastor who feels that way.
10. Someone on a youth group trip will break a limb. You will trust in the almighty signed parental waiver.
11. A crazy drunk guy will try to break into your pastor’s car to sleep through the cold New England night, will have a nurse falsely call the pastor and say he’s committed suicide and will inexplicably give one of the pastor’s kids a pet snake. (Is that one too specific? Probably.)
12. You will meet in a school and become some sort of ninja black belt at stacking and unstacking chairs.
13. You will be surprised at how few people it takes to find yourself wrapped up in church politics.
14. You will be not so secretly jealous of other churches in your town who are able to have bouncey things at their Vacation Bible Schools.
15. You will laugh at how wildly off base all your fancy plans were for your community but how perfectly God provides at just the right time.
That list could be a bajillion points long and I hope you’ll add to it. But today, I just want to say thank you.
Thanks to the church planters who do the crazy. Who do the impossible. Who do the difficult.
In Ohio and Tanzania, California and Canada, thank you for starting churches.
Have you ever been part of a church plant?
In college on the East Coast, a friend from Buffalo called it “Pop” like I did (me being from Oregon). This confused me as my other east-coast friends used the term “Soda.” Now, after all these years (11 to be exact), this map enlightened me!
We can also understand certain animosities:
In French-speaking Canada we use the term “Coke” from time to time, neither of the other two terms.

While at the winter retreat at Eastmont Church, a few guys made up some crazy handshakes. Take a look:
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I found this over at Andrew Jones’ blog (Tall Skinny Kiwi). I laughed and so thought I’d share.