Church

Riding high on the spiritual fence is a dangerous exercise. There’s a false sense of security up there when a fatal tumble is a more likely outcome.

The sanctuary is well appointed, the hymnals are plentiful and the instruments are finely tuned, but there is something unfinished…something vital…the light has never come on.

Combine the finest French perfumes and then add a dash of vinegar to the mix. Would you wear it to the ball…or even the ballgame?

The Church is a living body fit together by the Creator of the universe. Like any organism, it must be equipped with a defense, nourishment, and determined purpose.

Leadership is not some monolithic gift.  It’s built, brick by passionate brick, virtue upon integrity.