Do you write? Draw? Paint? Photograph? We’d love to hear from you about your poems, lyrics, photos, visual art, etc. Please get with Pr. Phillip by phone or email to submit your stuff.

Here’s a start of something good.

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Art piece by Rachel of snake whispering in guy’s ear
“This was created for and DURING a recent ‘Real BIG World’ worship gathering for our jr and sr hi students. Rachel Thomas has been in art for many years and did this piece during the worship to represent one slice of what ‘temptation’ is.

The Exception.net
A few of our students are in a band called "The Exception". Check out their site, download some of their music doh.. uhh..i mean buy their cd.


- slam poem of Phillip’s
“Pr. Phillip enjoys creating ‘slam poetry’ – which is as much about the performance as it is the content. But here’s one called “Running.”

Some people run to get fit. Others run to escape. I run sometimes just to feel the wind in my face and the desperation of my lungs as they suck in the life-giving air I far too often take for granted. Slanted my life too far to the selfish side. Ranted my way to a poor attitude or crude anger, rude language, and mood-altering pity parties attended by the sorriest sinner I know. Then I said to myself, “Self – let’s run.”

Run & gun your way to success.

Run for fun now that life’s begun again – reviewed, renewed, and re-fueled to run at optimum performance. Finding God’s smile like a nitro pill for the heart or a nitro blast for my race-car life busy running away from stuff that isn’t worth the victory lap.

So I run - roughshod over people I say I love. And I run - repeatedly into the same looping habits I say I given up. And I run – royally to the throne of One who’s done with lone … ranger mentalities and me-myself-and-I dramas. And I run – headlong into One Who’s running headlong at me.

Head-on collisions are usually bad news, camera crews, something oozing making us lose our appetites. But here instead is a loving, giving, raving crash of my selfish pride and my selfless Guide – for life.

What’s the rush? Where are you running? Why are you running? How are you gonna KEEP running so far, so fast, so flashy and glitzy and hidden under that number taped on your chest for the race of life that so few seem to really ‘win?’

Maybe you’re quite sure you’re running. Did you know you’re being chased?

Phillip McClure