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Sunday Life Pointe Talk Soup

  • I arrived at the theater to find David Corrado on the street putting up signs and flags for LPC, my mom working in the lobby, and the set up crew totally transforming the theater to the LPC worship center. They do an awesome job every week.
  • As a special treat for the men on this Father’s Day, there were two XBox 360’s with Guitar Hero available for anyone to play.
  • Jesse was in the Pier 2 getting the sound, lighting, and instruments ready, and Billy was tuning up the bass.
  • The 9 AM service was rockin this morning. There have been a great number of people who have made the switch to 9 AM in order to make room for the new people who will attend at 10:30 AM.
  • There were several babies dedicated in the 9 AM service and a special presentation by 3 young ladies in an interpretive dance to honor fathers on “Man’s Day”.
  • We sang Your Love is Amazing, Trading My Sorrows, Holy is the Lord, and I Could Sing of Your Love Forever (to the tune of Crash by Dave Matthews Band).
  • Mike was on the drums, Jesse led from the guitar, Billy was on the bass, and I played keys this week.
  • The intro video was freakin hilarious! Paul’s son is a natural on the camera, and may have a future in Stand-up. You gotta check out the vid.
  • Pastor Trav spoke on the Funk of Suffering.
  • Through suffering you can actually appreciate life, and know that your suffering is felt by God.
  • Trav caught my attention when he said he knows that many of the father’s in attendance today had a drug problem. My jaw hit the ground. Then he said “Your wife drug you to church.” 🙂
  • Once again, following the message, Pastor Trav took questions via text messages to asklpc-at-gmail-dot-com.

For different perspectives on this Sunday morning’s service, visit Pastor Trav’s Wrap Up, Chris’ Sunday Morning Salad, or Jesse From the Stage.


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Sunday Life Pointe Talk Soup

  • I arrived at the theater at about 7:45, a little later than normal. I actually slept through my alarm this morning.  Bad me!
  • I found out that the setup crew was not even allowed in the theater until after 1:00 AM. That means they didn’t finish until a little after 2:00 AM.  I give them “mad props” for their hard work.
  • The 9:00 AM service was near capacity with the curtains up.  That’s the most I have seen in the earlier service other than Easter Sunday when we actually had 3 services.
  • In both services people were fully engaged in worship during music, and throughout the rest of service.
  • Jesse did an awesome job leading us as we worshiped the God of creation with music.  The band was rockin! Alex was on the drums, Julie and Reina enhanced the sound with excellent harmonies, and the other Jesse played lead guitar.  I was on the bass this morning.
  • We sang “Friend of God”, “Open the Eyes”, and a really cool original by Jesse entitled “There is None Like You”. For communion Reina led “You are My King”.
  • It was pretty cool to hear Paulette McCartney (Reina) and Joanie Lennon (Julie) sing the Beatles’ “Come Together” while people greeted each other.
  • This was week 1 of  “Got Funk? Religion for people with junk in the trunk” on the book of Philippians.
  • The church at Philippi was a functional church, even though they had problems.
  • We learned about happiness and where people look for happiness: culture and religion.
  • Being a slave to sin can be fun at first, then it gets worse, then you go to hell.
  • Slavery to religion is not good either, and you still go to hell.  You can be baptized dozens of times, but you will still go to hell wet.
  • Our master should be Jesus.  As slaves to Jesus, we start out better than when we were slaves to the world/sin, things get better, then we go to Heaven! His yoke is easy and his burden is light.
  • We are saints.  We don’t have to do X number of miracles before and after death and be voted on by the church to be saints.
  • Some insight from Pastor Travis:
  1. OJ should have been the spokes person for Isotoner instead of Dan Marino.
  2. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, unless it itches.
  • Pastor Trav fielded questions via text/email to “asklpc-at-gmail-dot-com” at the end of service.  It was really refreshing to see the answers come right off the cuff.  This will also be a new regular feature on Sunday mornings.
  • If the services get anymore filled out, I think we are going to need a third service before the fall.  That’s just my O.
  • It was very cool to get to see one of my college fraternity brothers at the theater today and then hang out at El Nachito for lunch.  Nathan and Stephanie Bradfield are vacationing in Pompano Beach all the way from Montgomery, Alabama, and drove all the way down this morning to be with us in service.  I haven’t seen them in 10 years.  They are two of the finest people you will ever meet!

For a different perspective on Sunday morning at Life Pointe, check out Trav’s Wrap Up or Chris’s Sunday Morning Tossed Salad. Hopefully the Ritz Crackah will have his “Goosfaba” ready later.


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Profiles LPC/HCOG: Frankie France

Frankie France was one of the “HCOG Volunteer Hall of Fame” members, at least in my book.  Sister France was a member of Homestead Church of God (now Life Pointe) before my dad moved to Homestead to become the pastor in the summer of 1986.  She was about 5 feet tall, and she had gray hair, and she was… hmm, how do you say… spunky!  Our first week in Homestead here at the church, Frankie told my dad that she was going to run him off.  She declared that she was the meanest!  Just five minutes or so hanging out with her and you knew that was not true!

She had a fiercely independent “can-do” style about her that is pretty much non-existent these days.  That was probably because she grew up Kentucky in without electricity, without running water in her house, and she had to ride for miles on a horse every day just to get to school.    My dad called her “The Kentucky Wonder”.  Before retiring, she managed a restaurant, so she knew lots of tricks about consolidating several small amounts of condiments into one bottle, and how to make candy, and how to fix large quantities of food for church dinners.  She always had an angle at how to do stuff.  As she was getting up in years, she was determined to be at church and to get around on her own in her car as long as she physically could.

As far as her volunteer work, as a classroom monitor she spent every school day at Pathway Christian School, which was a ministry of our church, helping the little ones learn to read and keeping the rowdy teenage boys (who were of course unlike me) in line.  Every day she would collect coupons from boxes, newspapers, mail-outs, and store papers to cut them out and and redeem them for a fraction of a penny each to the company of origin to donate some money to the Florida Boy’s Ranch.  She was always first in line to donate some canned goods for food drives even though she was on a very meager fixed income.  Anytime the church had an activity that required workers, she was there to clean up, or cook, or do her part and more to help with the work day.

One of the most endearing characteristics she had was her spunky attitude and sense of humor.  I remember one time I was leaning back in my chair at school talking to one of my neighbors when Sister France came up behind me and popped me on the head with a booklet.  She laughed and told me to get back to work.  But Sister France always had my back.  For years after we joked about her popping me in the head with the booklet, even when she was in a retirement home.  She never did really give me a hard time, although she would joke a lot about giving me a tough time.  Travis and I adopted her as our Homestead granny and she adopted us back.  I guarantee you this; if anyone messed with my dad, they would have to go through Frankie France before they got to him.  She was loyal as loyal could be.  And she always had a good joke or a story.

Due to a condition that caused her vision to deteriorate, Sister France eventually had to give up driving at night, then altogether.  Soon, she was no longer able to read her bible.  After a few years, she was totally blind and unable to take care of herself.  I regret to this day that I didn’t visit her more than I did, because every single time I went to see her in her little room at her retirement home, she would get me to laugh and joke, and we would have such a good time.  And I loved to go see her.

For years, she was an integral part of the church, tithing faithfully though she was on a very limited fixed income, and providing ladies’ meetings with some of the best jokes and nuggets of wisdom.  She exemplified the attitude that we should all have, loyal to God, her church, her pastor, and her friends, and loving God and man with reckless abandon.  About four years ago, Frankie France went on to meet Jesus.  I want everyone to remember this awesome woman who meant so much to my church, my family, and me.  I challenge each of you who read this and myself to carry on the legacy of Frankie France with faithful giving, volunteering, loyalty, dedication, and cheerfulness.  One day, I will see her in Heaven.


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