Going to Mullinix: Mostly Gentle Tales About Mostly Gentle Folks and Curious Critters

"Going to Mullinix" was my grandfather's response every time someone asked where he was going.

I rode with Pa-Pa in his dark green Ford pickup throughout the little community of Chip, N.C. as he transported feed and biddies for his chicken and egg business. I was 10 to 12 years old at the time and "Mullinix" became for me an ideal, safe place from my childhood challenges and fears. When I became a pastor, I adopted "Mullinix" as a symbol of that place of authentic discipleship to which serio...