No one means all he says, and yet very few say all they mean, for words are slippery and thought is vicious. ~ Henry Brooks Adams
The first time we went to Jason and Kara Tippetts' home, it was for dinner with them and a few others. All of us were joining Jason and Kara in the adventure that would later be called Westside Church. It was spring 2012. Kara's blonde hair was beautiful and hung down to her shoulders. Her … Continue reading Kara Tippetts, Our Friend
It's been too long since I've written, but such is the case after the type of move we've had. As I write this, I'm sitting in wife's parents' living room before anyone else is awake. We're down in their home in Macon, Georgia, to celebrate Christmas with Julie's parents, siblings, their spouses, and their kids. … Continue reading Settling In Tennessee
I don't know if he meant to, but my friend Matthew Lee Anderson, in the same kind of way you hear on the local nightly news, just said in an ultrasmooth voice, "Now over to you, Michael." In his ever-so-insightful way, Matt called attention to a series of pieces from his Mere Orthodoxy collaborator Jake Meador … Continue reading A Small Town Writer’s Challenge
The news is public now: in three weeks Julie, Jesse, Miles, and I will be headed back to Tennessee. I've accepted a job with The Greeneville Sun, a daily newspaper in northeast Tennessee, not too far from the Tri-Cities. I'll become the paper's assistant managing editor. We've been telling our friends here in Colorado. Though no … Continue reading Why Go Back to Community Journalism?
I was surprised earlier today when I checked the backend of this blog and saw today's traffic is a new record — and it was just mid-day. This, no doubt, comes because my friends Rod Dreher and Kara Tippetts both happened to link to something I wrote yesterday about both of them. And for that I'm … Continue reading Have I Seen You Here Before?
Michael Reneau 