Barnfest 2015 brought Humble Tip, Scott Dawson, and David Crowder to nearby town Denmark. An audience of around 4,000 gathered at the Barn at Snider Farms to hear these beloved performers and speakers from the Christian community. Local food venders provided plentiful dinner options, and several organizations, including Farmers & Merchants Bank, sponsored the event in order to keep it free to the public.
Read MoreBuildings matter. This is a concept that is foreign to us now. As anyone who spends more than a few minutes driving around our city can easily attest to, the vast majority of the buildings (houses, stores, banks, even—I cringe as I write this last one—churches) look like they have come out of some factory where they are mass produced on an assembly line. Buildings used to mean something. There was some idea, value, universal concept that held the building together and directed its growth and form.
Read MoreConnections in life are kind of a funny thing. When I think of the people who have influenced me in my past and whose teachings and values I subconsciously carry with me to this day, the difference in each of those people is quite striking. There are few common denominators between them. They range from passive to aggressive, from strong type A personalities to passive type B personalities, from men to women, and any other clichéd opposite I could choose to put in this description.
Read MoreThe popularity of frozen yogurt has really taken off in the past few years. The first time I had it, I was sold! It is much different than ice cream, and with the right topping choices, much healthier because of the probiotics that occur naturally in yogurt. The best part of eating frozen yogurt is choosing from all the fantastic toppings, and today’s featured business, Yogurt Square, has an awesome selection.
Read MoreThere is something comforting about ritual. Of course there’s also something comfortable about the familiar, but ritual is different. The repetition that comes with ritual isn’t out of habit. It’s not something you slip into, like ordering the same dish every time you go to your favorite restaurant. It’s done with intention, with reverence, and with appreciation. For many Jacksonians, Saturday mornings at the West Tennessee Farmers’ Market is one such ritual.
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