Our staff has crossed the line. We’ve lost our minds.

We ate crockpot venison chili this morning.

At our 8am staff meeting.

Disgusting, you say?

That’s what Heather said. But she’s pregnant, and a girl.

It was kind of a dare that originated at our Christmas party.

And, I think, it will prove to be the secret to our success.

Kind of like Samson’s hair.

Or Popeye’s spinach.

The staff that eats chili together as the sun is coming up stays together.

Maybe we can start a new church growth movement that centers around eating chili first thing in the morning.

Any ideas for the title of the book?

Thanks, LB… good stuff. Delicious.