A Poem by Lydia Kinne Don’t stop fighting – Even if you feel like The most broken soul That ever was. Don’t stop gripping onTo fragile hope, Its flame feebly flickering...
This was our fourth summer growing grapes on our pergola. It was an abundant crop. We shared bunches of super sweet green and red table grapes with family and friends. I have learned that grapes grow best from vines three years old or more. But w...
We are closing in on our 25th anniversary as a church. We began in September of 1992 at Lewis and Clark High School. Over the years we have taken on numerous long term ministries and projects. All of them with a constant eye to th...
I learned a couple lessons from golf this year. And I don’t think I’m the first one to learn these sorts of life lessons from the very difficult game. But perhaps the application I’ve thought through has some distinctiveness to it. Now, I ad...
I have pretty fond memories of the first time I took my son Nate to a Nashville Predators game (despite the fact that we lost that night). I had been a season ticket holder for several years, and always loved seeing families enjoying the games tog...
“Let us hold fast the confession of our hope without wavering for He who promised is faithful. And let us consider one another in order to stir up love and good works, not forsaking the assembling of ourselves together, as is the ma...