The JCBC Staff Blog

What happens when 250 women walk into the same room? A party breaks out, or in the case of the annual Women’s Banquet, a banquet-party breaks out. That was certainly the case during our uber-successful event featuring speaker extraordinaire Jeanie Miley, incredible food, thirty-five quite unique table decorations and a spirit of true community. Thanks to Mary Bryant for her help in judging the tables and to all who supported our event by hosting tables. Each year we give out awards for table decorations and this year’s winners are as follows: Most Whimsical Table – Thomas-Yates Community Most Spiritual Table – Kennedy/Pegram...

I used to think the Old Testament was boring. Reading through Numbers and Leviticus can be an exercise in stamina. Then other parts are so facinating that it’s hard to put down. There are a lot of great stories with rich meanings and applications. In I Samuel 9-10, Saul is a young man and, of all things, his dad’s donkeys were lost. He was the one that was sent out to find them. Now, can you think of a job that’s any more menial than taking out cross-country to find some donkeys? The...

Statistics vary but it seems at least 1.4 billion people, or 21% of the world’s population, lives without access to clean water. This is hard to grasp for most North Americans as we can easily take for granted things like pure tap water (while we drink from plastic bottles of exotic water that purportedly sources from tropical springs inhabited by pixies). There’s absolutely nothing wrong with taking advantage of living where and when we do if, and this is a very big if, we periodically stop and recognize our blessings. Easy access to clean drinking water is a commodity that...

Did you know our church’s 20-year anniversary is coming up? If not, you’ll be hearing plenty about it over the next month. We’ll celebrate on Sunday, October 20 with a special service and activities that afternoon. It’ll be fun to celebrate our past while pondering what is next. After all, Shaun has asked us to iMAGiNEXT. In the movie Facing the Giants, Coach Grant Taylor is getting whipped on every side. His team is losing, the fans are against him, and loyalty within his football team is waning. Put simply he is a beaten man with one...

20 years. Much can happen in twenty years. I remember what I was doing 20 years ago. Do you? It was October 16th, 1993. I was on my very first date with the woman who would become my wife. We attended an on-campus production of “The King and I.” (Fitting, wouldn’t you say?) After the production we walked a bit, then sat on a bench in front of her dormitory and talked for three hours. I’ll spare you all the romantic (sappy) details for another time. Suffice it to say, it was a trajectory-changing weekend for us, and for the story of who we were...

“We need to take out the trash.” “We need to take a meal to the Smiths. They’ve had a death in the family.” “We need to get on a budget.” These statements could be (or have been) spoken by wives across the nation. But each statement indicates a different “we.” I heard one comedian characterize this as “me/we”, “she/we”, and...

I like heavy starch. There. I said it. Haven’t always been that way about my shirts. But the older I get, the greater pleasure I find in simpler things. There is something nice about buttoning up a freshly dry-cleaned shirt, so crisply-starched that the elbows crunch at the first bending. Too much? My sons, aren’t there yet. They don’t have to be. It’s not time. They are perfectly content, wearing the shirt they found wadded in the corner of the room; the one with yesterday’s grass stains; the one still warm to the touch, because the dog slept on it. No, seriously....

With no respect to the WWJD bracelet phenomena of years back, I’m a big fan of asking myself what would Paul do? I’ve asked this question internally on many occasions when pondering missional options. Obviously the answer most often comes back go or give. Paul was a veritable faith-sharing-machine. How many missionary journeys did he go on? Three, but not three drive-by’s, three big honking-years-long massively large missionary journeys. Paul, why not four? Well, I was detained indefinitely by Rome and don’t forget my goal was to take the Gospel to Spain! I ask What Would Paul Do because I...

Okay I’ll admit it. I do have a favorite set of players on Saturdays at our soccer games. Our first hour is the Pre-K league where three-and-four-year-olds bounce around all over the field. I just love watching them play. I’m not real sure they know what they are doing --- it looks like organized chaos to me --- but they sure seem to have a good time doing it. This past Saturday the sun was just peeking over the pines out back of the church and the air was full of kids laughing and playing. These...

Sometimes all we have are groans. And sometimes, they are enough. I, like all of you, have been moved by the struggle and suffering found in headlines and newsfeeds this week. Moved by the news of a shooting that left 13 persons dead in the Washington Naval Yard. Moved by the images of flooding in Colorado, leaving eight dead, thousands displaced, and hundreds yet to be located. And moved by how very small any words seem to feel, when offered in the face of such suffering. When we experience tragedy up close; when loss is real and raw,...