Weekend Cranium Dump
I couldn’t wait to get to worship. It had been 3 weeks … THREE WEEKS! … since I had worshiped at a regular gathering at The ROCK. As if there’s such a thing as “regular” with us. [...] read more
I couldn’t wait to get to worship. It had been 3 weeks … THREE WEEKS! … since I had worshiped at a regular gathering at The ROCK. As if there’s such a thing as “regular” with us. [...] read more
I remember the night in another town when my son, Judson, sat in my truck trying valiantly not to cry. He was probably no older than 10 at the time. It was after Wednesday night church, and another kid’s mother [...] read more
If you are coming to The ROCK this Sunday, and you have been paying attention, you already know what we’ve been asking you to bring with you: shoes and money. Kind of an odd combination, isn’t it? The sho [...] read more
I was one of four Childses to buzz down to Orlando over the weekend to watch my daughter Evan play softball for the USC Gamecocks. The trip, the weather, and the company were all excellent. The Gamecock softball? E [...] read more
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