I came across one of my favorite illustrations again this week. It is supposedly true, though the fact that I read it in something a preacher wrote makes me a little suspicious of its validity. Either way, it illustrates a
The topic of being “real” came up at our midweek Small Group this week, and it reminded me of an older column I had shared in this space a few years back. I thought I’d rehash it a bit, since
I had to sign a document this week on behalf of our church, and when I did so as “pastor,” they returned it and said that wasn’t enough. I had to sign as a “board member,” or it wouldn’t be
From all outward appearances, Jack McDonald was a man of modest means. He lived most of his adult life in a middle-class neighborhood, he clipped coupons, he took the bus, and he often wore sweaters with holes in the elbows.