Won’t You Be My Neighbor?
This summer there was a fair amount of attention on Won’t You Be My Neighbor?, a documentary on the life of Fred Rogers. Confession: unless Mr. Rogers removed his red cardigan to take on spies…
Assumicide
While listening to a podcast the other morning, I heard a term that stopped me in my tracks…assumicide. I am not sure if the speaker made the word up or not, but the idea resonated…
Flashlight Friends
In Bob Goff’s book, Love Does, he makes the case that the traditional accountability partner deal doesn’t work. We lie to others and deceive ourselves, especially when we’re ashamed. We can only hold each other…
The Case for Bo’s Cafe
Once guys have been in a really good group, whether it’s a Radical Mentoring group or another flavor, they always want to be in that kind of group. Awhile back, I met with a young lawyer,…
Stronger Closer Together
Attending a seeker church as I do, the constant question is “Don’t we need to go deeper?” “Are we ‘fast food church,’ looking to make following Jesus quick-serve . . . high calorie, low cost,…
Tackle the Tangles
My post last week, “What’s Unpacked Sometimes Unravels,” was the most unnatural thing I’ve ever written. I know it was wise, but so unlike me. I struggle to leave anything alone; I’m the world’s worst…
Great Insults . . .
My friend Rod sent this the other day. It harkens back to the days when insults required more thought than ‘4 letter words’ or references to the other guy’s mother. Enjoy these but don’t use…
The Downside of Intentionality
People tell me I’m one of the most intentional people they know. I’ve given away a hundred copies of a book with a light switch on the cover asking, “Is what you’re about to do…
The Elephant Herd
When we were invited to a mentoring event at Dunwoody United Methodist Church recently, an elephant herd stole the show! Under the leadership of Pat Morgan, a lay leader at DUMC, their 7 male mentors…
Will You Become an Includer?
A friend of ours was talking about Thanksgiving dinner at her house growing up. “There was always someone there we didn’t know,” she said. “Mom would always call up someone she thought would be alone…
