We’ve talked about how to design a super holy church logo.
We’ve talked about the one font God would like to smite: Comic Sans.
But this…this takes everything to a whole new level. This font is so off the charts that it makes the previous holiest font, Papyrus, look like San Serif Philistine. I saw this at a church recently.
Be honest, have you ever seen a font holier than this?
As the nights turn cold and the days grow short, I can’t help but think of one thing. As leaves burst with color and wood fire places light across the Tennessee hills I find myself in, there is one thought that I can’t shake. As the season and sunsets turn into a kind of Thomas Kinkade/Yankee Candle mashup worthy of Double Rainbow strength awe and wonder, one thought is bursting across the landscape of my heart and soul …
The end of “Lost” has created a sermon illustration vacuum. Pastors and church members across the country are staring into the gaping maw of this sermon illustration void with concern and trepidation.
I don’t know Matt Redman, the singer of Blessed Be Your Name, but I have to imagine he’s somewhere right now wearing solid gold pants, riding an Arabian horse named Montalban on the sandy shores of the Grand Caymans.
That’s if he gets paid per time a church uses his song, because if there’s ever been a stuff Christians like, it’s that song.
I want to see the new movie “Get him to the Greek,” but when I saw the trailer, my “nudity warning system” or NWS went off. It’s like Spiderman’s danger detecting spidey sense only it allows me to detect possible toplessness.
I’ve noticed something recently.
If your church doesn’t get a bouncy, jump jump castle or slide thing for your Vacation Bible School this summer, that’s the equivalent of charging money for the tortilla chips at Chipotle.
Do you think Walt is going to come back in the finale of Lost? You remember him, Michael’s little boy? And if he does, do you think it will be all awkward because he’s grown up, kind of like the first time you saw Haley Joel Osment from the Sixth Sense when he was in his early 20s? You wanted him to be a little kid saying, “I see dead people,” but he wasn’t. He was a young man saying things like, “I see light beer” and that’s just not right.
“Guess what my favorite sky spirit is? There are three: wind, water and sun. Guess which one is my favorite?” Oh boy. My four year old McRae said that in the back seat of our car the other day and I almost drove off the road into a gully and/or a holler.
“Maybe it’s a demon.” My wife says and I can’t tell if she’s joking at first.