In my bedroom is a relic. Not a religious artifact, but a family heirloom of sorts. On a shelf sits a carved turkey caller that my grandfather made years ago with his own hands. It is precious to me not only because it was his, but because he made it, he carved it with his own hands.
My sentiments about that turkey caller echo in a terribly weak way my feelings and convictions about the church of God. I made a list of what I love about the church, but the points are but swirls around the center. I love the church because my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ created it, not merely with his own hands, but with his precious blood.3. What are the best lessons you have discovered through the years, as a blogger?
Well, I’ve not been at it for years. But, here is some advice I think worthwhile. Only post what you don’t mind total strangers reading. Only post material you don’t mind winding up in the farthest hinterland. Only post what is true and what you’re willing to defend. Remember, what you say online is forever. Be prepared for criticism.
I had a special pleasure reading this interview, sitting right now in Weylan's house as I read it.