It is well over-due for an update here at www.RockyMountDisciples.org. Please be patient with us as we get the work underway.
The first time that I ever did any regular, serious running was in college. I can't really say that I was all that serious about it. I had to take two health classes for my degree. So, I took running class. Three times a week, we met as a class and headed out onto the streets of Salem, running in clumps all over the place. It wasn't terribly hard unless our professor decided to run with you. He was fast. Most of the time he didn't bother
It's hard to believe, but this Friday will mark my 7th anniversary with the church. To mark the occasion, I'd like to offer up some thoughts in no particular order. I'll be honest, I didn't think it would last so long and be so good. My experiences with churches in the past were checkered: good and bad. Before I came to Rocky Mount, I was seriously kicking myself for not going to law school instead of seminary. In many ways, coming to Rocky Mount was the first
Trying to teach my nine year old girl to floss must be what God watches for a laugh. God tunes in every night at 9 PM.
On Sunday, I preached a sermon based on the song "I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Let me be direct: it's depressing. The story behind it and most of the original lyrics... down-right depressing stuff. However, as I said Sunday, "That's life. Life can be very sad." Let's be honest. Longfellow was right to be so demoralized as he looked at his life and the world. (He was also right to find hope in his faith!) As I preached that sermon I