Whilst my mind is still engaged with cosmic matters, I hurtled back to Earth for a brief moment today so I could visit a salvage yard for the very first time. 89 more words
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Sometimes I think architectural salvage is a better image for new life in Christ than the “scrub down; strip; disassemble; take apart; trash elements that don’t ‘fit’; sanitize; reassemble; conform to the ambient social culture; reprogram; equip with easy answers; slot into the machine” model that characterizes much of what I’ll call the “industrial-revolution, factory-model” standard of Christian assimilation.
It all began with one innocent trip to a thrift store- and for $20 bucks, I scored two old steamer trunks. One must have actually belonged to Pandora… because I blew the lid off of that proverbial box and now we have a wall of er… extra storage (?) in our living room. 148 more words