Josh Agerton

A Christmas Memory

A Christmas Memory

It all started on the Christmas morning of 1985 when a big square box was slid across the floor in my direction.  It was neatly wrapped in Christmas paper, solid and heavy.  There was no bow on it, just a nametag securely taped on that read, “To Rhinestone, From Unc”.  I ripped the paper off the box with the vigor of any 11-year-old boy on Christmas morning and with some work broke through the second seal of tape on the box.  Then I pulled the two top flaps open – that’s when the angels began to sing.

A Call to Prayer

A Call to Prayer

This past Sunday I shared a message with our church family to offer an update on our journey towards purchasing land for our future church home.  It was full of maps, our latest financial information and ways we’ve been working to get prepared.  I also shared some of the truths and promises that God has been teaching me as I’ve watched a few small acorns collected last fall from Cornerstone Church emerge out of the soil into young seedlings.

Immeasurably More: Our Journey Towards A Church Home

Immeasurably More:  Our Journey Towards A Church Home

I have a neighbor down the street named Ralph that loves to plant acorns.  For years now, he’s been gathering acorns from around town and planting them into large black buckets in his backyard.   He now has a nice little collection of oak trees and even has a coveted “Toomer’s” oak from an acorn he picked up long before the famous trees were poisoned.