<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679</id><updated>2011-10-03T11:47:03.703-04:00</updated><category term='reading'/><category term='media'/><category term='Leadership'/><category term='character'/><category term='random bumblings'/><category term='Stu_Min'/><title type='text'>bumbling forward</title><subtitle type='html'>bumbling: To move, act, or proceed clumsily/

forward: Located ahead or in advance/

The short description of my journey as a husband, dad, and pastor</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>159</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-4871463203430037877</id><published>2011-01-18T22:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T22:42:10.272-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Make the most of every opportunity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;So be careful how you live. Don’t live like fools, but like those who are wise. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-29280" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;16&lt;/sup&gt; Make the most of every opportunity in these evil days.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;Ephesians 5:15-16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;This not just a "power" verse for those golden moments.  Every opportunity means, every opportunity; good, bad and horrible.  There is something to be made from even the worst situations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-4871463203430037877?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/4871463203430037877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=4871463203430037877&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/4871463203430037877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/4871463203430037877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2011/01/make-most-of-every-opportunity.html' title='Make the most of every opportunity'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-635174218011045905</id><published>2011-01-17T09:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T09:21:03.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadows and light</title><content type='html'>Lately, there are more shadows than light in my days.  As a matter of fact sometimes, it just feels like I move from shadow to shadow.  That is why  I am especially thankful for a job that requires me to spend time with middle/high school and college kids.  Yesterday they were the light in my day. Once you get beyond the brooding and the angst, and the kids allow themselves to be real, they are funny, energetic, awkward, insightful, caring, and helpful.  It is a gift that they allow me into their lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-635174218011045905?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/635174218011045905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=635174218011045905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/635174218011045905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/635174218011045905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2011/01/shadows-and-light.html' title='Shadows and light'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-7394607173249157874</id><published>2011-01-03T07:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T08:09:47.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Somethings I am mulling over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;From &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.crossfitfaith.com/"&gt;Crossfit Faith.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Commit to a problem-solving 2011.  Instead of being conquered by  worry and regret, you will rely upon your faith to solve any problem  that comes your way.  Spend time in prayer to focus upon your  commitment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“God has said, ‘Never will I leave you; never will I  forsake you.’  So we say with confidence, ‘The Lord is my helper; I will  not be afraid. What can mere mortals do to me?’  Remember your leaders,  who spoke the word of God to you. Consider the outcome of their way of  life and imitate their faith. Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and  today and forever.” &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(Hebrews 13:5-8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://talktomejohnnie.com/lifting-weights/self-improvement-is-masturbation/"&gt;Talk to me Johnnie&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cultivate mental and physical toughness by hammering ourselves on the  anvil of hard training and venturing the road less traveled. By  traversing difficult terrain we find ourselves in that break to create  mindset. Instead of making a promise and wishing to better ourselves,  turn in the opposite direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And most prominently, in the front of my mind, is this from an email from my friend Caitlin who just returned from the Iris Ministries Harvest School in Mozambique with Heidi and Rolland Baker:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But honestly, the biggest miracle I saw during school was LOVE.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Heidi  Baker, the founder of the school, always told us students, “Love looks  like something.”  She challenged us to stop for at least one person  everyday and show him or her love.  She told us not to focus on changing  the world but instead to do one simple act of love at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-7394607173249157874?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/7394607173249157874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=7394607173249157874&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/7394607173249157874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/7394607173249157874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2011/01/somethings-i-am-mulling-over.html' title='Somethings I am mulling over'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-1545104876975793325</id><published>2010-11-17T08:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T08:27:53.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Important</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" class="versenum" id="en-MSG-12901"&gt;15-17&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't love the  world's ways. Don't love the world's goods. Love of the world squeezes  out love for the Father. Practically everything that goes on in the  world—wanting your own way, wanting everything for yourself, wanting to  appear important—has nothing to do with the Father. It just isolates you  from him. The world and all its wanting, wanting, wanting is on the way  out—but whoever does what God wants is set for eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.   1 John 2:15-17 The Message&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word of God truly does cut like a double-edge sword. I read this passage today and was cut to the quick.  So much of what of I do, is motivated by a desire to appear important. &lt;br /&gt;As much as it stings, I really needed this message this morning. Lately, I have been feeling like God is just not there, so to have Him speak to me through His word, even words of rebuke, is comforting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-1545104876975793325?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/1545104876975793325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=1545104876975793325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/1545104876975793325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/1545104876975793325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2010/11/important.html' title='Important'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-5567094791844184319</id><published>2010-11-15T19:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T20:01:45.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Victory??</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;From &lt;em&gt;The Traveler’s Gift&lt;/em&gt; by Andy Andrews&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I will persist without exception.  I will continue  despite exhaustion.  I acknowledge that most people quit when exhaustion  sets in.  I am not “most people.”  I am stronger than most people.   Average people accept exhaustion as a matter of course.  I do not.   Average people compare themselves with other people.  That is why they  are average.  I compare myself to my potential.  I am not average.  I  see exhaustion as a precursor to victory.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Usually a quote like this pumps me up but these are not usual times. If the quote is true, I must be on the verge of winning some kind of Olympic medal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-5567094791844184319?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/5567094791844184319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=5567094791844184319&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/5567094791844184319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/5567094791844184319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2010/11/victory.html' title='Victory??'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-8365458539545014016</id><published>2010-11-09T08:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T08:26:02.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The space of God</title><content type='html'>I never realized it before but God will use our circumstances, good and bad; our relationships, edifying and toxic, to create space in us that he wants to fill. Each of the conditions listed in the beatitudes creates a space in us, that if we allow Him to, God will gladly fill.  Too often, way too often, I try to fill those spaces on my own. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  3 “Blessed are the poor in spirit,&lt;br /&gt;  for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;4 Blessed are those who mourn,&lt;br /&gt;  for they will be comforted.&lt;br /&gt;5 Blessed are the meek,&lt;br /&gt;  for they will inherit the earth.&lt;br /&gt;6 Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness,&lt;br /&gt;  for they will be filled.&lt;br /&gt;7 Blessed are the merciful,&lt;br /&gt;  for they will be shown mercy.&lt;br /&gt;8 Blessed are the pure in heart,&lt;br /&gt;  for they will see God.&lt;br /&gt;9 Blessed are the peacemakers,&lt;br /&gt;  for they will be called children of God.&lt;br /&gt;10 Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness,&lt;br /&gt;  for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  11 “Blessed are you when people insult you, persecute you and falsely say all kinds of evil against you because of me. 12 Rejoice and be glad, because great is your reward in heaven, for in the same way they persecuted the prophets who were before you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Matthew 5:3-12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-8365458539545014016?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/8365458539545014016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=8365458539545014016&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/8365458539545014016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/8365458539545014016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2010/11/space-of-god.html' title='The space of God'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-966511609004621992</id><published>2008-02-11T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T09:42:05.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>123 Meme</title><content type='html'>Ed, over at &lt;a href="http://xtheroad.blogspot.com/"&gt;cross the road&lt;/a&gt;, tagged me.  So here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick up the nearest book of 123 pages or more. No cheating!&lt;br /&gt;Find Page 123.&lt;br /&gt;Find the first 5 sentences.&lt;br /&gt;Post the next 3 sentences.&lt;br /&gt;Tag 5 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cheating, Ed said, so from the book closest to me at this moment, The Ryrie Study bible, NASV, red letter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;All the people perceived the thunder and the lightning flashes and the sound of the trumpet and the mountain smoking; and when the people saw &lt;i&gt;it,&lt;/i&gt; they trembled and stood at a distance.  Then  they said to Moses, "Speak to us yourself and we will listen; but let not God speak to us, or we will die." Moses said to the people, "Do not be afraid; for God has come in order to test you, and in order that the fear of Him may remain with you, so that you may not sin."So the people stood at a distance, while Moses approached the thick cloud where God &lt;i&gt;was.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there are still five of you reading this blog consider yourselves tagged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-966511609004621992?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/966511609004621992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=966511609004621992&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/966511609004621992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/966511609004621992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2008/02/123-meme.html' title='123 Meme'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-2422878510338214826</id><published>2008-02-02T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T21:22:47.664-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Careful what you ask for</title><content type='html'>Late last week and in the early part of this week my prayers focused on servant hood.  Specifically, I prayed that I could be more of servant to my wife and kids.  That said, Jared, the younger Kayos kid, came down with a case of the pukes while at school on Monday.  His older brother Jake, came down with a nasty flu-like virus on Tuesday. By Wednesday, Jared shook the pukes and was back at school.  Come Thursday morning the kid had a 103 temp and had caught whatever Jake had and was home for the duration of the week. Jake made it back to school for Friday.  Meanwhile, Gail was getting slammed with school work as she pursues her masters.  Yikes...I didn't really have a choice, serving was my only option.&lt;br /&gt;The previous week I had been praying for opportunities to share God's love with someone who might need it.  Out of the blue a casual acquaintance, and I do mean casual, like I met the dude once, casual, emailed me, asking if we could talk.  It turned out he had a pretty crappy couple of weeks and a friend suggested he call me.  So he did.  We hung out a bit, traded some emails and are supposed to get together again.   Someone who was hurting tracked me down. Again, I didn't really have a choice. &lt;br /&gt;Every once in a while I will drift through these "Does prayer really do anything?" phases.  I'm glad God isn't above smacking me in the back of the head to get my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus was matter-of-fact: "Embrace this God-life. Really embrace it,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;23&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and nothing will be too much for you. This mountain, for instance: Just say, "Go jump in the lake'--no shuffling or shilly-shallying--and it's as good as done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="contextverse"&gt;&lt;b&gt;24&lt;/b&gt; That's why I urge you to pray for absolutely everything, ranging from small to large. Include everything as you embrace this God-life, and you'll get God's everything.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mark 11:22-26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="contextverse"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-2422878510338214826?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/2422878510338214826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=2422878510338214826&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/2422878510338214826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/2422878510338214826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2008/02/be-careful-what-you-ask-for.html' title='Be Careful what you ask for'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-7609194199426936219</id><published>2008-01-03T19:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T19:25:11.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I'm learning</title><content type='html'>a few things I have been learning lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;discipline leads to desire&lt;br /&gt;        This one I am learning by getting it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obedience leads to peace&lt;br /&gt;        This one I am learning by getting it wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-7609194199426936219?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/7609194199426936219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=7609194199426936219&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/7609194199426936219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/7609194199426936219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2008/01/things-im-learning.html' title='Things I&apos;m learning'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-4986409608776320245</id><published>2007-12-29T20:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T23:05:38.517-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Bumblings</title><content type='html'>This year's Kayos Christmas was great.  Here are the Highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas highlight #1: I was finishing clean-up after our 6:00 Pm service this past Sunday and the band started rehearsing their Christmas eve songs. Everyone else had left. I sat down in the back row and just listened. Audrey, Kris and Heidi sounded amazing as their voices filled the sanctuary. I felt the Spirit of God move through our building as the three of them sang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas highlight #2:  We hosted this year's Middle School Christmas party at our house.  R. was the last student to leave.  I have spent the last three years trying to make her laugh, say hello to me, something, anything.  R. was having a conversation with one of our female leaders so I plopped my self down on the couch, next to them.  R. looks at me and says, "So TK, let me ask you a question."  And we proceeded to have a 15 minute conversation.  The first of  hopefully many.  That may not sound like much but that was my Christmas miracle.  It was a huuuuuggggge thing for her to engage me in conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Highlight #3. December 26th, around 7:00 am, Jared, my six year old, sits alone, in the dark, on the living room sofa with his new optimus prime transformer. Gail comes out and sits down with him. He looks at the aftermath of the Christmas celebration around him then he looks at her and says in reference to our Christmas day festivities, " &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that party rocked!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping your Christmas highlights were many and your Christmas miracles amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and prayers in the new year to you,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-4986409608776320245?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/4986409608776320245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=4986409608776320245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/4986409608776320245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/4986409608776320245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-bumblings.html' title='Christmas Bumblings'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-3443993013881443231</id><published>2007-12-12T12:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T15:08:53.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Victoriously</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, unfortunately more often than not, we who call ourselves Christ followers, can be a whiny, negative bunch.  We forget that we play on the winning team.  How great is that?  No matter how badly a particular at bat, or series of downs or single race may go, the whole shootin' match has already been won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to live like that.  Not with a cocky swagger or worldly bravado but with a confidence in the victory that Christ gained on the cross.  What would our daily lives look like?  How would our relationships change? Whose life would we impact?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently talked to some folks who have given up on fights because they are too hard; relational, emotional stuff that is just easier left alone.  Too hard?  Man up and fight the good fight!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me living victoriously  has recently meant looking forward to each day because it is a chance to participate in the victory,  a chance to live like a recipient of ridiculous grace and  undeserved mercy.   I don't think it's about being overly optimistic or having my head stuck in the sand.  For me, it has been more about if there is fight let's fight it hard, if there is a celebration let's celebrate with everything we have.  If there is loss, let's grieve the loss, cherish the memory, and what was, by moving on with character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would it look like for you live victoriously?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-3443993013881443231?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/3443993013881443231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=3443993013881443231&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/3443993013881443231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/3443993013881443231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2007/12/living-victoriously.html' title='Living Victoriously'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-3560049903072493779</id><published>2007-12-03T07:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T22:24:16.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Church through a visitor's eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/R1THzSY2MFI/AAAAAAAAACo/WeJ0oNYuDW4/s1600-R/two-eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/R1THzSY2MFI/AAAAAAAAACo/35fjCEurCo0/s320/two-eyes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139952758659887186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guest blogger David Zimmerman, wrote a series on Church from a visitor's perspective, over at &lt;a href="http://www.churchmarketingsucks.com/archives/2007/10/a_visitors_pers_8.html"&gt;Church Marketing sucks.com.&lt;/a&gt; His third installment made me think of few church visits Gail and I have made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gail and I went to a big church right in the middle of town when we first moved to Arkansas.  We liked the service and the teaching and all that good stuff.  When we finally found the adult Sunday school we were obviously the only ones who didn’t know everyone else in the class.  Not even the person running class said hello or introduced him self. We felt like we interrupted a personal conversation.  It was quite frankly horrible. We didn’t go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week after that we went to a much smaller church.  The wall behind the altar was floor to ceiling windows.  The altar boys stood with their backs to the windows.  About half way through the service four birds started what appeared to be a strafing run right at the altar windows.  Three of them pulled up but one must  have not seen the window.  It flew straight into window right at the height of one of the altar boys head's.  The kid jumped about three feet.  I don't think anyone else in the place saw it but I did and I laughed my silly rear-end off.  Unfortunately that was the highlight of our experience there.  We didn't go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the quaint little episcopal church on Cape Cod.  We were by far the youngest people there, 30 something.  During their announcements they asked any visitors to stand up.  I wasn't going to stand but Gail elbowed me and we both stood.  The ushers appeared from the back  and handed us what appeared to be a loaf of aluminum foil.  It turned out to be a loaf of somewhat stale cranberry bread.  It was a nice gesture but not worth the discomfort of having to stand up in front of strangers.  We didn't go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to this one church that met in a high school auditorium at the recommendation of a friend.  I wanted to boogie as soon as the service was over.  But someone stopped us and said hello, made some small talk, and introduced us to someone else.  We went back a couple of more times.  Someone invited us to dinner with some other young families from the church.  We went back a few more times.  And a few more after that and a few more after that. Eight years later we are still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you tend to be a little cynical, much like myself, we attended &lt;a href="http://www.crossroadsct.org/"&gt;Crossroads&lt;/a&gt; for two years before I went on staff.  This whole thing could sound a little self pimping that is not my intent.  Crossroads is not without its faults but welcoming folks into our community is not one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on it, and this isn't rocket surgery (yeah that's what I meant to write) it wasn't the preaching or music or children's program that led us to our church home.   It was people who took an interest in us. And it wasn't obligatory faux interest either.  No, the folks at Crossroads were actually interested in who we were and what God was doing in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your experiences, good, bad or ugly, with visiting churches?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-3560049903072493779?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/3560049903072493779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=3560049903072493779&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/3560049903072493779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/3560049903072493779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2007/09/church-through-visitors-eyes.html' title='Church through a visitor&apos;s eyes'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/R1THzSY2MFI/AAAAAAAAACo/35fjCEurCo0/s72-c/two-eyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-4236377325055474829</id><published>2007-12-02T14:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T14:57:03.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Discontent</title><content type='html'>There is within me, a discontent. I cannot label it or quantify it.   I cannot point to a person and say you are the source of this dissonance within me.  Nor can I view an event through the 20/20 eyes of hindsight and say there "it" is, the source of my frustration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time this discontent feels somehow holy.  It feels right.  It has driven me deep into thought.  The thoughts have begun to drive me into areas of prayer not before encountered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want this discontent to stop.  I want this discontent to last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-4236377325055474829?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/4236377325055474829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=4236377325055474829&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/4236377325055474829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/4236377325055474829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2007/12/discontent.html' title='Discontent'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-7554774128065995063</id><published>2007-09-13T09:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T09:36:35.329-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good stuff out there</title><content type='html'>While my writing is sporadic as it has ever been, I have kept up on my blog reading and there is some good stuff out there.  Here are some recent finds:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New (or new to me) Blogs: &lt;a href="http://reformingstudents.wordpress.com/"&gt;Reforming Students,&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://gospeldrivenchurch.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Gospel Driven Church&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church Marketing Sucks has a new series that is proving thought provoking to me:  &lt;a href="http://www.churchmarketingsucks.com/archives/2007/09/a_visitors_pers.html"&gt;Church from a visitor's perspective&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin at Biscotti Brain offers a review of &lt;a href="http://biscotti_brain.blogspot.com/2007/09/red-letters-living-faith-that-bleeds.html"&gt;Red Letters: Living a faith the Bleeds&lt;/a&gt;  I think this one will be on my next amazon order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.woot.com/Default.aspx"&gt;Woot.com&lt;/a&gt; is an online store and community that focuses on selling cool stuff cheap., their words, which are pretty accurate.  They have partnered up with yahoo to form &lt;a href="http://sellout.woot.com/"&gt;Sellout.woot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-7554774128065995063?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/7554774128065995063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=7554774128065995063&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/7554774128065995063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/7554774128065995063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2007/09/good-stuff-out-there.html' title='Good stuff out there'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-4467226170859598843</id><published>2007-08-21T09:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T09:55:23.095-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm home</title><content type='html'>I'm home after a great summer of traveling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/RsrqdQ8ZzxI/AAAAAAAAABo/-TY-ahHIwdc/s1600-h/team+missions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/RsrqdQ8ZzxI/AAAAAAAAABo/-TY-ahHIwdc/s320/team+missions.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101147316435930898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had amazing short-term missions experience with some high school folks in Mahanoy City, Pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great outdoor adventure with High school and middle school folks in the Adirondacks led by the outstanding guides from Pathway Outfitters.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/Rsrrtg8ZzyI/AAAAAAAAABw/5VXXxugKT4I/s1600-h/russ+hangin+on.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/Rsrrtg8ZzyI/AAAAAAAAABw/5VXXxugKT4I/s320/russ+hangin+on.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101148695120432930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even got to spend some time away with my family at the beach. We rested, relaxed, camped, swam, mini-golfed, played baseball and I actually played golf.  Thanks to the generosity of friends and family Gail and I got night away on our own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/RsrsiA8ZzzI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6-fvvWBVyOI/s1600-h/cape%2Bvaca%2B07008small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/RsrsiA8ZzzI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6-fvvWBVyOI/s320/cape%2Bvaca%2B07008small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101149597063565106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of that hustle and bustle we also had time to read, and be quiet and still. So I came home from vacation having made one fairly profound realization and with a question to ponder.  More on those later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All and all, it was an excellent summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-4467226170859598843?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/4467226170859598843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=4467226170859598843&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/4467226170859598843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/4467226170859598843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-home.html' title='I&apos;m home'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/RsrqdQ8ZzxI/AAAAAAAAABo/-TY-ahHIwdc/s72-c/team+missions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-6145332379288954122</id><published>2007-08-16T08:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T08:41:57.702-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a little too much Personality</title><content type='html'>I took the Meyers-Briggs thing as part of my pre-marital counseling some 13 years ago. I'm a little  less schizophrenic than I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as the multiple intelligence thing goes  I'm not sure what to make of it. Kinesthetic thing makes perfect sense. but the musical thing.....idk...I love music, mostly listening to it.    I can play guitar and read music but my ability to do either of those are limited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if one were to spend some time with this it could prove beneficial from a self-discovery standpoint, especially if you have never taken Meyers-Briggs or anything like that.  I think I might have my leadership team thake this test and share their results to help us understand each other a little better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tkay3.mypersonality.info/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img alt="Click to view my Personality Profile page" src="http://badges.mypersonality.info/badge/0/1/14420.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you do have any personality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ht to &lt;a href="http://snavenel.blogspot.com/"&gt;len&lt;/a&gt; for the link to this &lt;a href="http://www.mypersonality.info/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-6145332379288954122?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/6145332379288954122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=6145332379288954122&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/6145332379288954122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/6145332379288954122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2007/08/little-too-much-personality.html' title='a little too much Personality'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-8430211455443991548</id><published>2007-08-06T10:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T10:29:03.605-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Photo Essay from Time magazine</title><content type='html'>Time magazine has a great &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/photogallery/0,29307,1626519,00.html"&gt;photo essay&lt;/a&gt; exploring what the world eats in an average week and how much it costs.  What do you think these photos and numbers would say from your neighborhood?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-8430211455443991548?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/8430211455443991548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=8430211455443991548&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/8430211455443991548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/8430211455443991548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2007/08/great-photo-essay-from-time-magazine.html' title='Great Photo Essay from Time magazine'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-8429375132401509909</id><published>2007-08-01T14:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T14:27:35.422-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Be with me</title><content type='html'>Strong outside in&lt;br /&gt;I labor &amp;amp; struggle and work&lt;br /&gt;I put on a game face&lt;br /&gt;I stumble, I fall, I crash&lt;br /&gt;Be with me&lt;br /&gt;You are with me&lt;br /&gt;Strong inside out&lt;br /&gt;My face becomes a reflection&lt;br /&gt;albeit a poor one of you&lt;br /&gt;You push, you guide, you lead&lt;br /&gt;You shape, you form, you sculpt&lt;br /&gt;Be with me&lt;br /&gt;You are with me&lt;br /&gt;Strong inside and out&lt;br /&gt;To stand, to reach, to fight&lt;br /&gt;My face is the way you intended it to be&lt;br /&gt;Be with me&lt;br /&gt;You are with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-8429375132401509909?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/8429375132401509909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=8429375132401509909&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/8429375132401509909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/8429375132401509909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2007/08/be-with-me.html' title='Be with me'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-3197095291740591451</id><published>2007-06-25T14:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T15:15:37.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My randomness!!!</title><content type='html'>I heard the words today that I have been waiting for eight years to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my eight year old son Jake: "Dad can we watch sportscenter?" No joke, I actually got a little misty eyed.  My boy is growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hesitate to write this but here goes. Once you put something in writing it's real.  I have toyed around with making a new commitment.  I would like to be in better shape at 40 than I was at 20.  Yikes I wrote it.  There it is.  To help down this path I found this "&lt;a href="http://www.ullreys.com/robert/Podcasts/index.html"&gt;jogcast&lt;/a&gt;."  It's basically a trainer in your ear via an mp3 player with some surprisingly decent tunes as a soundtrack.  "Run now," "walk now," "cool down now."  A very manageable program designed to have you comfortably running 5k, 3x a week after 8 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoy background music when I am writing, studying, catching up on administrivia.  For me, the key to background music is no or minimal vocals.  There is a ton of music in this genre.  I have been mostly into Trip-Hop and ambient stuff.  The problem being my wife finds it creepy.  I recently bumbled across the band &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thiswilldestroyyou"&gt;This will destroy you.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought their album young mountain after listening to a couple of tunes online.  I am really enjoying it and the wife has given it the non-creepy seal of approval.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-3197095291740591451?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/3197095291740591451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=3197095291740591451&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/3197095291740591451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/3197095291740591451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-my-randomness.html' title='Oh My randomness!!!'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-8946267342747346335</id><published>2007-05-31T11:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T11:19:47.959-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day Parade</title><content type='html'>Our little community of faith has been in it's new location for 6 months now.  We are finally getting settled.  By getting settled, I mean taking advantage of the new locale.  We are on Main St about a block down from the town hall.&lt;br /&gt;Every year the memorial day parade runs down Main St and goes right in front of the building we now share.  There is a beautiful front lawn edge with Azaelas.  People will drop chairs off on the side of the road at 9:00 am to save a prime spot for the parade.  Many families with little kids will show up an hour and a half early to get a good spot where the kids can see everything and catch the candy thrown by the brownies or little leage or local firefighters marching by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/Rl7lvfKuwsI/AAAAAAAAABM/zWO91aoaK0k/s1600-h/CIMG0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/Rl7lvfKuwsI/AAAAAAAAABM/zWO91aoaK0k/s320/CIMG0065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070742834448876226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/Rl7lwfKuwtI/AAAAAAAAABU/3oCFQphLG44/s1600-h/CIMG0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/Rl7lwfKuwtI/AAAAAAAAABU/3oCFQphLG44/s320/CIMG0074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070742851628745426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought we would offer free face painting and games for the kids and free lemonade and water for whoever might be thirsty.  I did I mention it was free.  I was really pleased with everything.  The parents, from the community, who brought their children seemed relieved to have something do with the kiddos. And we went through 10 gallons of lemonade and 5 gallons of water.  My hope and prayer is this is just the first of many times we can serve the community from our new diggs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-8946267342747346335?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/8946267342747346335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=8946267342747346335&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/8946267342747346335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/8946267342747346335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2007/05/memorial-day-parade.html' title='Memorial Day Parade'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/Rl7lvfKuwsI/AAAAAAAAABM/zWO91aoaK0k/s72-c/CIMG0065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-7231479563878282835</id><published>2007-05-31T10:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T11:00:21.975-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Alternative Social Ethic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Alternative Social Ethic&lt;/span&gt;--This is a phrase used by the authors of Colossians: remixed to describe one lens through which to view the bible. That is to say, a calling toward an alternative social ethic is one of the recurring themes present from the creation account, to Jesus' birth to birth of the first christian communities. This represents a call away from securing peace and prosperity, or as Walsh and Keesmat write, "fruitfulness and Shalom," through military and economic conquest. On a personal level, this means, not giving into the notion that the source of peace and prosperity is the empire; Rome, Washington, Wall Street, the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do we live within the empire and yet not be shaped by it? Better yet how do we go about implementing an alternative social ethic? What does the concept of an alternative social ethic do to our relationships, our calendars and our checkbooks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/colossians+remixed" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0pt none ; vertical-align: middle; margin-left: 0.4em;" src="http://static.technorati.com/static/img/pub/icon-utag-16x13.png?tag=colossians+remixed" alt=" " /&gt;colossians remixed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-7231479563878282835?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/7231479563878282835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=7231479563878282835&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/7231479563878282835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/7231479563878282835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2007/05/alternative-social-ethic.html' title='Alternative Social Ethic'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-8816022946841331585</id><published>2007-05-22T09:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T09:48:21.339-04:00</updated><title type='text'>point of re-entry</title><content type='html'>I have obviously been absent from the blogosphere for a while.  Trying to develop some sort of Godly rhythm to my life and blogging just wasn't fitting into that rhythm. Here is my attempt at a healthy re-entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent quite a bit of time reading and studying the book of Colossians lately.  I picked up a copy of Colossians Remixed by Brian Walsh ans Sylvia C Keesmaat to supplement my reading.  This quote really jumped out at me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;What god do you want? And on whose terms will you accept this god?  You see the danger of wanting god, without being willing to allow this god to speak in a voice that is radically other to our own voice, is that the god we end up with is like any other consumer product we take off the shelf. p34&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been noodling that one around for a while. For me, I think I  have definitely been guilty of accepting only the parts of God that suit me at a particular time. I'm guilty of "shopping God" to me my needs.  If any of you are still checking back here, what do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-8816022946841331585?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/8816022946841331585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=8816022946841331585&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/8816022946841331585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/8816022946841331585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2007/05/point-of-re-entry.html' title='point of re-entry'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-4513809966685305369</id><published>2007-04-02T19:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T19:24:28.855-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Live differently</title><content type='html'>I want to live differently&lt;br /&gt;differently than I did yesterday&lt;br /&gt;say one thing, do another.&lt;br /&gt;I want to live differently&lt;br /&gt;differently from the world around me&lt;br /&gt;that has everything but wants more.&lt;br /&gt;I want to live differently&lt;br /&gt;differently, like I believe in things&lt;br /&gt; like grace and truth.&lt;br /&gt;I want to live differently&lt;br /&gt;differently like there is something bigger&lt;br /&gt; than me and my needs.&lt;br /&gt;I want to live differently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-4513809966685305369?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/4513809966685305369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=4513809966685305369&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/4513809966685305369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/4513809966685305369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2007/04/live-differently.html' title='Live differently'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-5730943925538382298</id><published>2007-03-20T20:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T21:11:21.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Least favorite words</title><content type='html'>We had a big family dinner this past Sunday; my mom, the in-laws, and Gail's sister Karen and her husband, &lt;a href="http://wardo68.livejournal.com/"&gt;Wardo.&lt;/a&gt;  were all at our house.  It was great to sit around and eat a little pasta and sauce, share some chianti out of jug and talk.  Somehow the conversation turned to our favorite words.  I don't have a favorite word.  I do, however, have two least favorite words.  For as long as I can remember, I have always despised the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ointment.  &lt;/span&gt;Phonetically, it sounds horrible.   Further and more importantly, there is no circumstance in which the word ointment can be used in a positive sense.  I just can't stand it.  I can't believe I actually shared that with my family.  They are already conspiring ointment related Christmas and birthday gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday evening, I couldn't for the life of me, remember what the second word on the list was.  It just came to me.  This word just replaced ointment as my least favorite: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;chipotle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thanks to the likes of Chili's and Applebees, the word has become almost as overused as "extreme."  Not to mention how grotesque, the images that appear on screen with the chipotle voice over appear.  I have never heard anyone outside a TV commercial use the word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone comes up with a chipotle ointment please don't tell me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-5730943925538382298?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/5730943925538382298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=5730943925538382298&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/5730943925538382298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/5730943925538382298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2007/03/least-favorite-words.html' title='Least favorite words'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-3403839562886645951</id><published>2007-03-05T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T21:55:45.273-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stu_Min'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leadership'/><title type='text'>That Face</title><content type='html'>I had a great weekend.  I got to assume the role of stealth leader on our Middle School Winter Trip.  My friend, Newt, (who not three years ago was  senior in our high school program) took over the hands-on leading responsibilities for our middle school stuff back in August.  This was his first trip and not wanting to throw him completely to the wolves, I went along for the ride.  It was great to see Newt and the other leaders loving kids, playing foozball and soccer in the snow.  It was great to hear about the conversations they had during cabin times with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The speaker for the weekend was a woman named Margo.  Her theme for the weekend was the face that satisfies.  She did a great job relaying the story of Jesus to 300 or so middle schoolers in a way that they could understand without making them feel like she was talking down to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even left early to get home for a brunch Crossroads was hosting for the members of Grace Episcopal Church, the congregation, with whom, we now share a building.  Grace is an established church and has been around for years.  The point of the brunch was to say thank you for opening your doors to us and let's get to know each other a little bit.  I sat next to a woman who has been singing in the choir at Grace for 65 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got to thinking about the faces I saw this weekend and how they each, in their own way, reflect the Face that satisfies.  I saw the face a scared middle schooler who had gotten separated from his group at lunchtime and wasn't really sure what to do or where to go.   I saw the face of another middle schooler who was pissed off at the world and didn't care who knew it.  I saw the faces of 4 volunteer leaders who were completely sleep deprived.  I saw the face of an 80 year old woman who wasn't really sure to make of all these young people playing their rock 'n' roll music in her church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="contextverse"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="contextverse"&gt;God spoke: "Let us make human beings in our image, make them reflecting our nature So they can be responsible for the fish in the sea, the birds in the air, the cattle, And, yes, Earth itself, and every animal that moves on the face of Earth." &lt;/span&gt;God created human beings; he created them godlike, Reflecting God's nature. He created them male and female.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.studylight.org/desk/?query=ge+1:26&amp;t=msg&amp;amp;st=1&amp;new=1&amp;amp;sr=1&amp;sc=1&amp;amp;l=en"&gt;Genesis 1:26-27, THE MESSAGE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-3403839562886645951?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/3403839562886645951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=3403839562886645951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/3403839562886645951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/3403839562886645951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2007/03/that-face.html' title='That Face'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-8880391428404376654</id><published>2007-02-27T08:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T11:50:20.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The tomb of Jesus</title><content type='html'>So the Discovery channel is going to air a special on the &lt;a href="http://dsc.discovery.com/convergence/tomb/tomb.html"&gt;tomb of Jesus.&lt;/a&gt;  This, of course, has created quite a stir, on both sides of the argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what to make of the whole thing because no one is doing any kind of unbiased reporting.  Everyone presenting a case has an agenda.  So I think I will watch the special, wait for the brew-ha-ha to settle down and then do some research on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be nice to turn on the news and get the news and not someone's editorial opinion or commentary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Updated 3/1/07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found on &lt;a href="http://faithmaps.blogspot.com/2007/03/washington-post-lost-tomb-of-jesus.html"&gt;Emergesque.&lt;/a&gt; The Washington Post writes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Leading archaeologists in &lt;layer id="clearforesthighlight"&gt;&lt;layer onmouseout="javascript:gnosisDocMenu(event,false,false);" onmouseover="javascript:gnosisDocMenu(event,true,true);" class="Israel" style="border-bottom: 3px double rgb(128, 0, 255);" id="Country"&gt;Israel&lt;/layer&gt;&lt;/layer&gt; and the &lt;layer id="clearforesthighlight"&gt;&lt;layer onmouseout="javascript:gnosisDocMenu(event,false,false);" onmouseover="javascript:gnosisDocMenu(event,true,true);" class="United States" style="border-bottom: 3px double rgb(128, 0, 255);" id="Country"&gt;United States&lt;/layer&gt;&lt;/layer&gt; yesterday denounced the purported discovery of the tomb of &lt;layer id="clearforesthighlight"&gt;&lt;layer onmouseout="javascript:gnosisDocMenu(event,false,false);" onmouseover="javascript:gnosisDocMenu(event,true,true);" class="Jesus' Claim Called" style="border-bottom: 3px double rgb(43, 254, 0);" id="Person"&gt;Jesus&lt;/layer&gt;&lt;/layer&gt; as a publicity stunt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full Post article &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/02/26/AR2007022600442.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;So it sounds like there are some folks who are trying to do some honest research and writing on this thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-8880391428404376654?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/8880391428404376654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=8880391428404376654&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/8880391428404376654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/8880391428404376654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2007/02/tomb-of-jesus.html' title='The tomb of Jesus'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-5735941721187857568</id><published>2007-02-26T18:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T18:45:46.157-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='character'/><title type='text'>Depression and Restoration</title><content type='html'>My friend Bill taught at church last night.  He was creative. He was insightful.  He was real.  He spoke from his heart about some hard stuff.  I resonated with so much of what he said.  As I looked around the room, it appeared many others did as well.  His whole message was less than 15 minutes but man, did he pack alot into that brief span. It is well worth the time.  You can listen to it or download it &lt;a href="http://www.crossroadsct.org/podcast/2007/02/elijah-beyond-ordinary-restoration.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;technorati tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/depression" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0pt none ; vertical-align: middle; margin-left: 0.4em;" src="http://static.technorati.com/static/img/pub/icon-utag-16x13.png?tag=depression" alt=" " /&gt;depression&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-5735941721187857568?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/5735941721187857568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=5735941721187857568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/5735941721187857568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/5735941721187857568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2007/02/depression-and-restoration.html' title='Depression and Restoration'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-1009258784785399901</id><published>2007-02-26T18:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T18:25:52.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW DAY!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/ReNrNPDDkUI/AAAAAAAAAAw/4Cop5itfShg/s1600-h/kayosgeorges+throwing+snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/ReNrNPDDkUI/AAAAAAAAAAw/4Cop5itfShg/s320/kayosgeorges+throwing+snow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035986683452166466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It snowed here in the Northeast last night.  At right Kayos and the George Kids chucking snowballs at the camera guy.  That snow man is approximately 6'4" tall, okay, we got a little carried away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/ReNrNfDDkVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/8Grv2qii-OM/s1600-h/kayosgeorgeseating+snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/ReNrNfDDkVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/8Grv2qii-OM/s320/kayosgeorgeseating+snow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035986687747133778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I remember eating snow as a kid but not quite like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's back to school for them tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-1009258784785399901?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/1009258784785399901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=1009258784785399901&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/1009258784785399901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/1009258784785399901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2007/02/snow-day.html' title='SNOW DAY!!!!!'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/ReNrNPDDkUI/AAAAAAAAAAw/4Cop5itfShg/s72-c/kayosgeorges+throwing+snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-2204396399015939314</id><published>2007-02-22T10:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T11:32:52.975-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith in the Suburbs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/Rd2yyPpSO5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/g4vy9ly8jqE/s1600-h/1030061135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/Rd2yyPpSO5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/g4vy9ly8jqE/s320/1030061135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034376534732979090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As a college student, I swore I would never end up in suburbia.  I would never drive a minivan.  I would never fall prey to consumeristic mindset that exists especially in the suburbs of NYC...well you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;And here I am.  I took this photo earlier this year while dropping Jared off at preschool.  There is no photoshopping involved, every car in the photo is an SUV or minivan.&lt;br /&gt;The mental image of this picture has stuck with me.  It makes me think that God has a sense of humor.  It makes me think that my plan probably isn't the best plan.   It makes me think , if my part to play in the mission of God is in the suburbs than who am I to argue.&lt;br /&gt;I bumbled onto a blog yesterday called &lt;a href="http://thesuburbanchristian.blogspot.com/index.html"&gt;The Suburban Christian&lt;/a&gt;.  I love the description, "...The better we understand how suburbia shapes us, the better we can shape suburbia."  So I think a change in mindset began back when I accepted the call to go on staff at &lt;a href="http://www.crossroadsct.org/"&gt;Crossroads.&lt;/a&gt; For me,  that meant that we would be in the suburbs indefinitely. Let me clarify one thing: I don't believe for a second that you have to be in full-time ministry to be on mission with God.  It's just for me that's where my journey has taken me.  But I digress, as I see images like the one above, as I read blogs like the Suburban Christian, as I meet and talk to people who are hurting and poor in spirit in starbucks, on the sidelines of a soccer game and at the grocery store,  the mindset of being sent to the suburbs continues to take shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then I heard the voice of the Master:&lt;br /&gt;"Whom shall I send?&lt;br /&gt;Who will go for us?"&lt;br /&gt;I spoke up,&lt;br /&gt;"I'll go.&lt;br /&gt;Send me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Isaiah 6:8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;technorati tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/suburbs" rel="tag"&gt;suburbs&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Christianity" rel="tag"&gt;Christianity&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/missional" rel="tag"&gt;missional&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-2204396399015939314?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/2204396399015939314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=2204396399015939314&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/2204396399015939314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/2204396399015939314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2007/02/faith-in-suburbs.html' title='Faith in the Suburbs'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/Rd2yyPpSO5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/g4vy9ly8jqE/s72-c/1030061135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-2792474941678731930</id><published>2007-02-20T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T21:59:52.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Miscellaney</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The boys are on vacation this week and Gail isn't.  So we had boys day today. Video Games and Wings for lunch and a snowball fight for dinner.  That's the good stuff&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I saw an ad today for a conference called &lt;a href="http://buzzconference.com/"&gt;Buzz&lt;/a&gt;.  The tagline asked "Is your church Buzzworthy?"I recognized some of the speakers from other conferences or blog references and they are "very successful" pastors of large churches. Something about the sound of "Is you church Buzzworthy?" struck me as well...just wrong.  Is your church serving the poor?  Is your church caring for the hurting?Are your church doors wide open?Something there's got to be a better yardstick to measure your church with than "Buzzworthiness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/RduwMPpSO4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/DW5iULfPPSw/s1600-h/ryan-seacrest-janet-jackson-performs-live-on-air-with-ryan-seacrest-kEnAlv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/RduwMPpSO4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/DW5iULfPPSw/s200/ryan-seacrest-janet-jackson-performs-live-on-air-with-ryan-seacrest-kEnAlv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033810732921273218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have actually watched more American Idol this season than I care to admit. I think Mr Seacrest actually enjoys his part in the plight of those poor folks who never had anyone care enough about them to tell them they couldn't sing.   He enjoys the drama he "creates" a little too much.  I  don't make light of peoples' eternal residences. That said, I think there is a special place in hell waiting for Ryan Seacrest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-2792474941678731930?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/2792474941678731930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=2792474941678731930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/2792474941678731930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/2792474941678731930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2007/02/tuesday-miscellaney.html' title='Tuesday Miscellaney'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/RduwMPpSO4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/DW5iULfPPSw/s72-c/ryan-seacrest-janet-jackson-performs-live-on-air-with-ryan-seacrest-kEnAlv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-3163768997572544126</id><published>2007-02-14T19:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T19:45:41.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miscellaneous catch-up</title><content type='html'>After several bouts of the flu I believe my family is finally on the mend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My usual blogging time has gone to administrating an online &lt;a href="http://cccrenovate.blogspot.com/"&gt;discussion&lt;/a&gt; of Dallas Willard and Jan Johnson's &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Renovation-Heart-Daily-Practice-Transformation/dp/1576838099/sr=8-2/qid=1171498798/ref=pd_bbs_sr_2/002-6217337-2795219?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books"&gt;Renovation of the Heart in Daily practice&lt;/a&gt; for Crossroads Community Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have begun the process of taking our extended leadership team through &lt;a href="http://www.strengthsfinder.com/"&gt;Gallup's Strength Finder Assessment.&lt;/a&gt; The concept is to identify your strengths then build on your strengths rather than try to "fix" your weaknesses.  According to Gallup, there is no data, anywhere to show anyone, ever, converting a weakness to a strength.  The best you can hope to do is get that weakness up to average.  But identifying strengths and letting people loose to utilize those strengths is where things to start to explode.  The assessment provides you with your top five talent themes.  My top five are: Maximizer, Achiever, Connectedness, Competition and Belief.  In English, I have the ability to take good things and people and make them great, I work my ass off, I see everything as happening for a reason, I thrive on being challenged by others and I have a strong set of values which shape everything I do.  More to come on Strengths Finder as we begin the process of identifying and letting people loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent quite possibly the coldest weekend of my life with 300 high school students at Young life's Lake Champion.  It was a solid weekend.  I got to know some kids that are relatively new to our programs.  The weekend also provided a great opportunity to connect with some kids who haven't been around much lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gail continues to rock at Grad school.  She brought home 3 A+ and an A for the first semester.  She was upset about the A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake's second grade teacher decided he needed to take the rest of the year off.  So twenty 7-8 year olds are now trying to figure what to make of their new teacher.  Jake is a not big fan of change.  Neither is he a big fan of school.  Throw those two things together and it has made for a tough couple of weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to score opening day tickets for the Yankees.  Jake was stoked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cancelled club tonight, our weekly high school program, due to the weather.  I will take my leave of you now to enjoy a glass of wine, some video games and Lost with Gail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-3163768997572544126?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/3163768997572544126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=3163768997572544126&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/3163768997572544126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/3163768997572544126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2007/02/miscellaneous-catch-up.html' title='Miscellaneous catch-up'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-8160121059922655781</id><published>2007-01-25T09:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T11:20:43.275-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='character'/><title type='text'>How we view the world</title><content type='html'>A couple of posts back I wrote about the tragic death of my friend &lt;a href="http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2007/01/sad-news.html"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mehrdad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  This obviously caused me to think a great deal about our relationship and the time I spent with him.  In the midst of all that I had, I don't know what you would call it, a revelation, a thought, something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on my way to pick Jared up from school and I rounded a pretty severe turn when I saw a rather beat-up big &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;honkin&lt;/span&gt;' sedan coming the other way.  Something was off about the image I was seeing though.  It was like I was looking through a camera that was being held slightly off from square, the car had a 10 degree list to the left.      I literally shook my head to clear what I thought were cob webs from my brain.  The image remained skewed.  I shook my ahead again and this thought began to occur to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is gonna sound crazy but I have been called crazy before.  For seven years, I spent August through November, looking at &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mehrdad&lt;/span&gt; in a football helmet.  Every day for four months for  seven years that's I saw him.  And &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;everyday&lt;/span&gt; his helmet was crooked, slightly off from square, like he just got tackled and his helmet got knocked askew but that's how he looked from the minute he walked out of the locker room to the minute he took off his helmet.  I had been spending so much time thinking about &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mehrdad&lt;/span&gt; that the image of him and his crooked helmet was once again present in my mind.  In that moment, silly as it may sound, I believe, my perception of the oncoming car was impacted by the time I spent with &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mehrdad&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/RbjGQ_Tox2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E3veF0VgZZM/s1600-h/glasses+blurry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/RbjGQ_Tox2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E3veF0VgZZM/s320/glasses+blurry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023983379505792866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We view life through a lens; more like  a series lenses.  You know the kind when you go to the eye doctor and they slide that contraption in front of your face and the doctor asks is the eye chart easier to see on number 1, or, he slides a lever and changes the lens, or number 2, back and forth, between the two lenses, 1 or 2.  The lenses that we view life through are the people with whom we come in contact.  For better or worse, if we spend any significant amount of time with someone they will affect the way we see things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The image of the car being slightly off was not necessarily deep or meaningful other than it was happy reminder of my growing up with &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mehrdad&lt;/span&gt;.  I guess the bigger a-ha for me was that the way we see life is impacted, to a greater or lesser degree, by those around us.  The other side of the coin is that we impact how others see the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, who is impacting your world view?  How are they impacting it?  Who would you like to see have a greater impact on your world view? A lesser impact?  Maybe harder to answer, whose world view are you impacting?  How are you impacting it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-8160121059922655781?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/8160121059922655781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=8160121059922655781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/8160121059922655781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/8160121059922655781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2007/01/how-view-world.html' title='How we view the world'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/RbjGQ_Tox2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/E3veF0VgZZM/s72-c/glasses+blurry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-5591969365484688998</id><published>2007-01-20T15:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T16:47:54.087-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stu_Min'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leadership'/><title type='text'>Missing the point</title><content type='html'>I have been hanging out with a new high school friend, we'll just call him "Bob."&lt;br /&gt;This past week, I had a vanful of kids to take home, we dropped off everyone else and continued on to Bob's house.  Over the course of the next 15 minutes "Bob" proceeded to tell me a little bit more about himself, in his own, words, "sometimes I act up,  I get hyper and jump around." In more clinical terms, my guess is he has some undiagnosed ADHD and impulsivity stuff going on. He also told me how poorly he had been treated in previous youth group settings.    The implication was that his behavior was not bad enough to require disciplinary actions but inappropriate enough to make him stand out.&lt;br /&gt;I assumed he meant the poor treatment was  from the the other kids.  But as I listened, I realized it was his previous leaders who were making him feel left-out, unwanted and not worthy.  Things like this:  In a room of twenty people, teams of eight were being made,  "Bob" didn't get put on a team.  Everyone has to be odd man out sometimes, but listening to "Bob," this was a regular occurrence.  On another occasion,  volunteers were requested to share their musical talents.  Despite "Bob's" volunteering he was once again overlooked.  Time and again "Bob" was made to feel like he wasn't good enough or didn't fit the right mold.  I don't know the programs or youth leaders he referred to but I am embarassed and ashamed for them.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am overly senstive to stuff like this because I have had to watch my own child struggle socially but this stuff should not happen.   A kid like "Bob" might need more coaching or guidance or redirection than your average kid but that doesn't make it okay to dismiss him or make him feel like a second class citizen.  As leaders, no never mind as leaders, as eveyday people, trying to follow Christ, our goal should be to erase the margins  to which people like "Bob" get relegated not push them furhter away.   Jesus spent his public ministry going to the people who got overlooked and left out and drew them in.  The woman at the well, Zaccheaus the tax collector, the woman caught in adultery, the demoniac, the hemorrhaging woman, lepers, invalids, the aged, the sick, children,they didn't fit the mold  and Jesus went to them.  We should do likewise.  To do otherwise is definitely missing the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tags&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Youth+Ministry" rel="tag"&gt;Youth Ministry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-5591969365484688998?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/5591969365484688998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=5591969365484688998&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/5591969365484688998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/5591969365484688998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2007/01/missing-point.html' title='Missing the point'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-460832829254054042</id><published>2007-01-11T13:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T13:36:58.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad news</title><content type='html'>Three days ago there was a triple homicide one town over from us.  One of the men killed was a good friend, &lt;a href="http://www.legacy.com/ctpost/DeathNotices.asp?Page=Lifestory&amp;PersonId=85932270"&gt;Mehrdad&lt;/a&gt;.  He and I were captains of our freshmen football team in high school.  He had a great laugh, the kind that was contagious.  He would teach us a phrase in Iraninan, his native tongue, and tell us to go say it to his mom.  She would giggle and blush and then yell at Mehrdad for teaching us Iranian swears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost touch with him after high school.  About two years, ago I bumped into him at the gym.  We played a little bit of racquetball together.  More accurately, Mehrdad took me to racquetball school.  He was always ranked #1 or 2 at the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife and two young children are left to deal with this tragedy.  Please pray for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mehrdad was a good man and a good friend.  He will be missed.&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-460832829254054042?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/460832829254054042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=460832829254054042&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/460832829254054042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/460832829254054042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2007/01/sad-news.html' title='Sad news'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-7749290509095575801</id><published>2007-01-08T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T22:25:47.821-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stu_Min'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leadership'/><title type='text'>Work in Progress</title><content type='html'>Hey...look at me...I'm posting again.  Pretty cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd write about something we are currently wrestling(in the productive sense of the word) with in our Student Ministries.  I tried to keep the mission for our Student ministries simple:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; (all students, period.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lead&lt;/span&gt; ( students into relationship with Christ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Build&lt;/span&gt; (those students who choose to follow Christ into disciples)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Lead, Build.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been an unwritten, but very often spoken, companion to those three:  We want our students who spend any significant amount of time with us to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;own their faith.  &lt;/span&gt;That means&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;we want students to respond to the work of Christ in their lives because they choose to, not because I say so.  We want our students to be able to articulate what &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; believe not what their folks believe.  We want our students to connect with God 24/7 not just on Sunday mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I feel like we have discovered another component that we need to work on.  We want our students to know or at a bare minimum, begin to understand, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;who it is that God uniquely created them each to be&lt;/span&gt;.  I think simply stating that fact out loud will allow many of our students to breathe a sigh of relief.  1) It's not only okay but normal to not really know who you are as a middle school or high school student 2) Someone wants to help them on that journey of discovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is it that makes us, well us?  Not who we are, but who we were meant to be? (The differences between those two things is huge, incredibly important and a integral piece of this particular puzzle)  How do we discover that?  What conversations should we be having with our students? What experiences should we be creating?  In what ways might we have to change what we do on a weekly basis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there will be more to come on this as we work through it.  Until then, I'd love to hear what ya'll think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tags  &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Student+ministry" rel="tag"&gt;Student ministry&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Youth+ministry" rel="tag"&gt;Youth ministry&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Youth+work" rel="tag"&gt;Youth work&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Leadership" rel="tag"&gt;Leadership&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-7749290509095575801?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/7749290509095575801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=7749290509095575801&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/7749290509095575801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/7749290509095575801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2007/01/work-in-progress.html' title='Work in Progress'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-116671722572563259</id><published>2006-12-21T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T12:46:01.220-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='character'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>Soul rest becomes impossible</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Man's greatest moment of pride and character is when he is pushed beyond what he thought was his breaking point and succeeds.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who first coined that phrase but the man who made me and 45 other teenage boys memorize it was Jerry McDougall, my high school football coach.   He is one of the winningest coaches in CT history.  While I played for him we won two state championships and at the end of my JR year were ranked #13 in the country.  He was the National Coach of the year.  When he told us to do something we did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I memorized that sentence and tried to live it.  And it served me well for the last twenty years.  Playing football in college, dealing with relational hurts, tackling the corporate world, even in ministry, those words echoed in my mind. I have willed myself to do things I didn't think possible.  Gail will tell you I even claim to be able to will myself to not get sick when the rest of the family comes down with some nasty virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This belief that I can control &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;outcomes &lt;/span&gt;has gotten me thus far.  But...as the level of responsibility in my life increases, daily, it seems, controlling outcomes and willing myself to succeed has become exhausting.  I am tired.  My soul is tired.  I am learning there is much I cannot control. Then I read this paragraph from &lt;a href="http://www.dwillard.org/"&gt;Dallas Willard&lt;/a&gt; this morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"...pride is the root of disobedience.  We think we are "big enough" to take our lives into our own hands, and so we disobey what we know to be right.  This distances us from God and forces us to live on our own.  Soul rest becomes impossible." &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                (Willard, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Renovation-Heart-Daily-Practice-Transformation/dp/1576838099/sr=8-3/qid=1166721498/ref=pd_bbs_sr_3/104-7778637-1306368?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books"&gt;Renovation of the Heart:  Experiments in Spiritual transformation&lt;/a&gt; p 145)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have spent my life trying to control &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;outcomes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.   I don't like the idea of giving up control.  I know that is what it is supposed to mean to follow Jesus.  You give control of your life over to Him.  And all these years, I guess I thought I had done that.  I have let God lead me....to an extent...but then it has been my job to insure the proper outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.janjohnson.org/"&gt;Jan Johnson&lt;/a&gt;, co-author,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Renovation of the Heart:  Experiments in Spiritual transformation, suggests starting with this prayer as a way of "abandoning outcomes to God:"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;" I trust you, O God.  I want to simply rest in your life as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; give it to me.  Show me how to be at peace...Help me to look to the heavens and exclaim, 'Surely goodness and mercy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will follow&lt;/span&gt; me all the days of my life.  I'm thrilled O God to dwell in your house, O God, forever.'"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm, by no means, ready to give up but I want to '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;simply rest&lt;/span&gt;.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe God wants me to abandon the drive and determination I learned under Coach McDougall but at the same time I know God wants me fully surrendered to Him and to the idea that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;outcomes&lt;/span&gt; are His deal, not mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tags &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/pride+and+character" rel="tag"&gt;pride and character&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Dallas+Willard" rel="tag"&gt;Dallas Willard&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Christ+follower" rel="tag"&gt;Christ follower&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Christianity" rel="tag"&gt;Christianity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-116671722572563259?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/116671722572563259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=116671722572563259&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/116671722572563259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/116671722572563259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/12/soul-rest-becomes-impossible.html' title='Soul rest becomes impossible'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-116656873886966181</id><published>2006-12-19T17:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T17:52:18.970-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random bumblings'/><title type='text'>Random Bumblings</title><content type='html'>In the sad state of affairs department:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I have only been posting roughly once a week...that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;        I haven't had a real day off in very, very long time.&lt;br /&gt;        The assumption that Sunday school is boring.  I had a conversation yesterday with a counselor about a child dealing with ADHD.  I mentioned the child's difficulties in "Sunday School" and the counselor grimmaced and said Sunday school is especially hard for children with ADHD because it is so boring.  The counselor had no knowledge of the specific church or program I was referring to. The assumption was Sunday school is boring...period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the lighter side of things:&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        I went Christmas Caroling on Sunday.....and had a really good time.  I'm not, what you would call, the stereotypical caroling type, nonetheless it was a cool afternoon. We visited, what I could only describe as a housing project for seniors in the middle of suburbia.  There were probably 25 or so of us, maybe 3-5 of whom had any business singing in public.  The youngest caroler was 2 and the oldest was 52ish.  I think we really brought a small piece of joy in to some folk's lives.  We received hugs and handshakes and were even asked if we would take a donation.  (We said no.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Gail finishes her finals on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jared's Christmas thing for his preschool is tomorrow night.  He is shepherd #3.  His line is, "He will be a King someday, let's get started right away."  The grandparents will be in town and I will have the video camera cranked up.  (Anybody ever see the movie parenthood?????)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-116656873886966181?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/116656873886966181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=116656873886966181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/116656873886966181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/116656873886966181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/12/random-bumblings.html' title='Random Bumblings'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-116595210175843997</id><published>2006-12-12T14:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T18:25:33.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you bring as a symbol of your love and devotion?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1608/320/1600/924400/1210061259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1608/320/320/315780/1210061259.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's me with the camera phone and my buddy Gary right before his wedding.  It was a great day.  He cleaned up real nice for the occasion about 80 friends and family were in attendance and despite my colossal lapse of memory it went off without a hitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I forget you ask?  I forgot the friggin' rings.  As the supposed responsible best man I was given the rings about 8 weeks ago because the bride and groom were afraid they would lose them.   So Gary and Lexi are standing on the altar and it dawns on me....I don't have the rings.  I turned to the groomsmen next to me..."I don't have the rings"  Haha very funny was the reply..."No I don't have the rings."....hahahah again.&lt;br /&gt;At this point we are starting to create a little bit of a ruckus at the altar. Finally, the groomsmen last in line and I go downstairs.  I send him off with the keys to my house and God's speed to get the rings which were sitting on my dresser approximately 5 miles and as many traffic lights away.&lt;br /&gt;I get back upstairs just in time to do my assigned reading.  We all sit at this point as the ceremony progresses to two short slide shows at which point I tell my friend Rich who is conducting the ceremony, I don't have rings.  I demand his off his hand and his wife's. Fortunately she was sitting right behind us; my plan was to use their rings just to get us through the ceremony if need be.&lt;br /&gt;The ceremony continues. Ian, the speeding Groomsman, comes back upstairs, and discreetly passes, or so we thought, the rings down the line of groomsmen to me.   Come to find out later everyone in the church was laughing at us.  Then with the grace of a charging rhino I hand one ring to the matron of honor and with that  Rich says Gary, "What do you bring as a symbol of your love and devotion?"  "This ring" says Gary and looks at me and I calmly and coolly hand him the ring.  Neither he nor Lexi were aware of the chaos spiraling around them.  If I hadn't have told them at the reception they would have never known.&lt;br /&gt;Like I said it ended up being a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-116595210175843997?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/116595210175843997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=116595210175843997&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/116595210175843997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/116595210175843997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-do-you-bring-as-symbol-of-your.html' title='What do you bring as a symbol of your love and devotion?'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-116541254491588142</id><published>2006-12-06T08:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T08:42:25.000-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><title type='text'>One Punk under God</title><content type='html'>I saw this &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/overdrive/?name=news&amp;id=1547250#/overdrive/?id=1547250&amp;amp;name=news"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;  from MTV over at &lt;a href="http://youthministrytv.com/?p=193"&gt;YouthMinistryTV.com&lt;/a&gt;.  It tells Jay Bakker's, the son of Jim and Tammy Fae Bakker, yeah that Jim and Tammy and Fae, story.  Jay and his church Revolution are also the subject of a new Sundance series called &lt;a href="http://www.sundancechannel.com/onepunk/"&gt;One Punk under God&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the reactions a kid could have to the circus that was his life, starting a church for the disenfranchised and the people the rest of the church have chosen to overlook is pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tags &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Jay+Bakker" rel="tag"&gt;Jay Bakker&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Christianity" rel="tag"&gt;Christianity&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Church" rel="tag"&gt;Church&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Sundance+Channel" rel="tag"&gt;Sundance Channel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/One+Punk+under+God" rel="tag"&gt;One Punk under God&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-116541254491588142?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/116541254491588142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=116541254491588142&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/116541254491588142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/116541254491588142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/12/one-punk-under-god.html' title='One Punk under God'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-116490280967252603</id><published>2006-11-30T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T11:18:25.090-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leadership'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><title type='text'>Ethos NYC</title><content type='html'>I spent the last 2 1/2 days at the &lt;a href="http://awakenhumanity.org/ethos"&gt;ETHOS NYC&lt;/a&gt; event, a leadership expereiment, at Columbia University.  The event was lead by &lt;a href="http://www.erwinmcmanus.com/"&gt;Erwin McManus&lt;/a&gt; and several of his team from Mosaic LA.  I'm not a good note taker so here are some random quotes I jotted down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless otherwise noted the quotes below are form Erwin McManus:&lt;br /&gt;Ethos, defined as, &lt;em&gt;The fundamental character or spirit of a culture; the underlying sentiment that informs the beliefs, customs, and practices of a group or society,&lt;/em&gt; cannot be created, cannot happen with only one person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Church as it exists right now is an institution, what Jesus started was a movement.  Somewhere along the line, we lost our motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The predominant mindset will become the ethos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The majority will not lead, a small group willing to risk greatly will lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mystics live in relationship with invisible realities.  (Could be my favorite one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talent doesn't point to passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambition is good, selfish ambition is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have screwed up Jesus' command in Matthew 28:20.  He did not tell us to teach all nations all things but to obey all things...most of us already know too much, the question is how much do we obey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawing the line of faith too close creates high maintenance discipleship.  Pushing the line out...followers of Christ are those who give all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we listen well enough, most people will tell us how to lead them to Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In response to what is the most effective thing you are doing to reach people for Christ:&lt;br /&gt;       "We throw parties.  Our first party one person came, now 80-100 show up."&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                one of the Church planters of &lt;a href="http://jaredkreutzer.wordpress.com/2006/08/06/the-ins-and-outs-of-mosaic-dusseldorf/"&gt;Mosaic Dusseldorf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, sorry I am spacing on his name&lt;br /&gt;       "Instead of building a church building we built a coffee shop that sees 600-700 people a day.  And we hold a couple services there on Saturday Nights"&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                &lt;a href="http://www.evotional.com/"&gt;Mark Batterson&lt;/a&gt;, pastor of National Community Church Washington DC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotional health and spiritual maturity are inseparable.  It is not possible for a Christian to be spiritually mature while remaining emotionally immature.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Most people, in our congregations, live off other peoples spirituality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My message has to be done by Thursday so I can take my day off on Friday and Sabbath on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We violate the image of God in us when we don't practice taking sabbaths.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pete Scazzero, Founder,&lt;a href="http://www.newlifefellowship.org/"&gt; New Life Fellowship&lt;/a&gt;, Queens, NY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Those are my notes, fragemented as they are.  Lots of stuff still churning in my head, may be another post to come on ETHOS NYC: the aftermath&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Ethos" rel="tag"&gt;Ethos&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/erwin+mcmanus" rel="tag"&gt;erwin mcmanus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/leadership" rel="tag"&gt;leadership&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Character" rel="tag"&gt;Character&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-116490280967252603?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/116490280967252603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=116490280967252603&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/116490280967252603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/116490280967252603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/11/ethos-nyc.html' title='Ethos NYC'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-116407579117246599</id><published>2006-11-20T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T22:53:03.710-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='character'/><title type='text'>Don't mind me while I rant</title><content type='html'>A blogging friend recently asked if it was okay to repost some comments I had left.  I was told ahead of time the thoughts would be edited; I had paid my friend a compliment in the comment and she thought it too self-serving to reprint it.  In the reprint, I was cited as the source.  Asking permission to repost my stuff was a very courteous gesture, while not necessary, I appreciated the thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's travel to the far end of this spectrum we shall call &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;blogging integrity&lt;/span&gt;.  Over a year ago, I read and printed for reference, an article on leadership from a favorite e-zine.  I recently read a post from a widely-read emerging missional(whatever you wanna call it) blogger on leadership.  As I read, I thought "yeah this makes alot of sense."  Then another thought occurred to me, "Hey this stuff sounds kind of familiar."  I walked away from my computer.  A day later, I dug up the old article I had printed.  Wouldn't you know it, almost word for word, the article on leadership from the e-zine got jacked, lifted, pilfered!!!!  I realize that there is nothing new under the sun; almost all ideas are old ideas revisited.  But this was word for word.  That's just poor.  I don't care who or what the source or who or what the author you don't do that.  There wasn't even a token, "I don't remember the guy's name but..." or "I read this someplace else..."&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just being naive.  Maybe if you put something out on this crazy internet thingy, you should do it, knowing that someone, somewhere will probably steal one of your ideas and claim it as original.   Call me an idealist but &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;blogging integrity &lt;/span&gt;is not something to be taken lightly if you take your blogging at all seriously.   One would never publish something in print form that was someone else's work with citing the source. I am not suggesting footnotes according to Strunk &amp; White but the simple "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;ip" will do; something to give credit where credit is due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here endeth my little rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tags &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/blogging" rel="tag"&gt;blogging&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/integrity" rel="tag"&gt;integrity&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/blogging+integrity" rel="tag"&gt;blogging integrity&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/leadership" rel="tag"&gt;leadership&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-116407579117246599?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/116407579117246599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=116407579117246599&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/116407579117246599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/116407579117246599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/11/dont-mind-me-while-i-rant.html' title='Don&apos;t mind me while I rant'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-116369208204535235</id><published>2006-11-16T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T10:48:02.226-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='character'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>When God breaks through...</title><content type='html'>So I have been reading through &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Renovation-Heart-Daily-Practice-Transformation/dp/1576838099/sr=8-3/qid=1163691414/ref=pd_bbs_sr_3/002-1775860-3705613?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books"&gt;Renovation of Heart:  Experiments in Spiritual Transformation&lt;/a&gt; by Dallas Willard and Jan Johnson.&lt;br /&gt;In praying through and thinking about the experiment for Day 32, Next steps towards Love, Joy and Peace, I had a huuuuge a-ha.  I was considering what the book refers to as the "destructive feelings" that exist in my life.  I have gone through my adult life with a bad habit that I didn't know existed. If I have a bad day, a tough exchange with someone, if a program I planned didn't go well, you get the idea, then I am entitled to some sort of compensation for that unpleasantness.  Say something goes wrong, I get home, I replay the day and think to myself, that was miserable I am entitled to....not just a glass of wine with dinner but one after the kids got to sleep, or a giant stack of oreos, or 3 hours of video games that end at 2:00 am.&lt;br /&gt;As I thought these things through I realized that I was standing directly in the way of God's work in my life. The bible talks about "&lt;a href="http://www.studylight.org/desk/?query=ge+50&amp;t=niv&amp;amp;st=1&amp;new=1&amp;amp;l=en"&gt;God turning what man intended for harm into good&lt;/a&gt;" and  &lt;a href="http://www.studylight.org/desk/?l=en&amp;query=romans+8&amp;amp;section=0&amp;translation=niv&amp;amp;oq=ge%252050&amp;new=1&amp;amp;nb=ge&amp;ng=50&amp;amp;ncc=50"&gt;"God working &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; things for the good of those who love him."&lt;/a&gt;Instead of acknowledging God's ability to work even in the crap of my life I chose to handle it myself. &lt;br /&gt;I prayed and asked God to forgive me for getting in his way and for the faith to trust Him to handle even the crap in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I love it when God breaks through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-116369208204535235?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/116369208204535235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=116369208204535235&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/116369208204535235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/116369208204535235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/11/when-god-breaks-through.html' title='When God breaks through...'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-116282303246167147</id><published>2006-11-06T08:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T09:23:52.533-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='character'/><title type='text'>Scot Mckinght on an "Evironment of Honesty"</title><content type='html'>Scot Mcknight has some insightful thoughts on the Ted Haggard Mess that has been/is unfolding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haggard's troubles point to larger problems within Evangelical Christianity not just the sins of one man. According to  McKnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. Christians, and not just pastors, do not feel free to disclose sins to anyone;&lt;br /&gt;2. Christians, including pastors, sin and sin all the time;&lt;br /&gt;3. Christians, including pastors, in evangelicalism do not have a mechanism of confession;&lt;br /&gt;4. Christians and pastors, because of the environment of condemnation of sin and the absence of a mechanism of confession, bottle up their sins, hide their sins, and create around themselves an apparent purity and a reality of unconfessed/unadmitted sin.&lt;br /&gt;5. When Christians do confess, and it is often only after getting caught, they are eaten alive by fellow evangelicals — thus leading some to deeper levels of secrecy and deceit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Therefore, we need to be diligent about correcting the above.  We need to be diligent in creating an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"environment of honesty."&lt;/span&gt; Please read Scot's full post &lt;a href="http://www.jesuscreed.org/?p=1663"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-116282303246167147?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/116282303246167147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=116282303246167147&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/116282303246167147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/116282303246167147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/11/scot-mckinght-on-evironment-of-honesty.html' title='Scot Mckinght on an &quot;Evironment of Honesty&quot;'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-116216780506231510</id><published>2006-10-29T19:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T19:24:11.296-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='character'/><title type='text'>Love compels us to action</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1608/320/1600/1029061856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1608/320/320/1029061856.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I taught this morning at &lt;a href="http://www.crossroadsct.org"&gt;Crossroads&lt;/a&gt; about the how the love we have received from God compels us to action, living beyond ourselves.  Sometimes, I take for granted that I live with one of the best example of self-sacrificing love I have ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my wife, Gail, playing UNO with the boyz.  It's 7:00 on Sunday night.  We spent the morning at church.  The afternoon was spent watching football with a bunch of the college guys then Dinner at my mom's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't complain about the hard parts of doing full-time ministry. She always puts the boyz and I before herself.  I am obviously biased but she is truly amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-116216780506231510?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/116216780506231510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=116216780506231510&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/116216780506231510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/116216780506231510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/10/love-compels-us-to-action.html' title='Love compels us to action'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-116156783351392938</id><published>2006-10-22T21:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T21:43:53.596-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='character'/><title type='text'>Pleasant Surprises</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been really pleasantly caught off  gaurd by something? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was, this evening.  An old friend and his fiance came over for coffee and dessert.  My friend has seen alot of life.  A few years ago he made a series of bad decisions that just sent him into a spiral.  I did everything I knew how to, to be there for him; gave him rides, gave him money, offered advice, went to court with him, listened to him.  Unfortunately, each bad decision seemed to make him withdraw from me all the more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he withdrew, I continued attempts to reach out to him.  It became increasingly difficult to catch up with him.  His phone got disconnected, his cell was destroyed in a car accident.  Towards the end, even when I did manage to catch up with him and arrange times to meet he wouldn't be there.  We lost touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mutual friend was home for a visit.  We were telling stories and rehashing memories.  We decided to go find our long lost friend.  We went to his last known address and just happen to find him home.  He seemed genuinely happy to see us.  That was about a year and half ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has since got back involved with a local church, has a steady job, seems to be making some good decisions and has a beautiful fiance who loves him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to tonight.  He handed me some money and said there would be more coming.   I never expected him to pay me back when I gave him the money but he did.   The money doesn't matter to me but the fact that he is dealing with his past  in a constructive  manner made my whole month.  He seems to be in a genuinely good way.  I couldn't be happier for him.   As he was leaving, he shook my hand, looked me straight in the eye and said "Thank  you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I was pleasantly caught off guard?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-116156783351392938?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/116156783351392938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=116156783351392938&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/116156783351392938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/116156783351392938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/10/pleasant-surprises.html' title='Pleasant Surprises'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-116103963556232820</id><published>2006-10-16T18:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T19:00:35.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it's tough being a raider fan</title><content type='html'>Anybody want to make a comment about the raiders performance last night.  I can take it.  Whatever the comment might be I'm sure it's deserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My buddies and I have this deal where  the one whose team has the highest draft pick (read worst record from the previous season) has to host our annual "NFL Draft Day party." I will be sending out an email later today asking if anyone has any special requests for the Draft day menu.  It's a sad day when I know will be hosting....and it's only October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Commitment to Excellence....er, uh...mediocrity....whatever"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tags &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/raiders" rel="tag"&gt;raiders&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/NFL+Draft" rel="tag"&gt;NFL Draft&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-116103963556232820?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/116103963556232820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=116103963556232820&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/116103963556232820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/116103963556232820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-tough-being-raider-fan.html' title='it&apos;s tough being a raider fan'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-116075106231194562</id><published>2006-10-13T10:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T10:51:02.826-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='character'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stu_Min'/><title type='text'>'til I'm old and grey</title><content type='html'>I started doing Student Ministry as a &lt;a href="http://www.younglife.org"&gt;Young life&lt;/a&gt; volunteer.  I had a "real" job ( I sold toilet paper and lots of it...don't laugh everybody needs it right?) and lived a normal life.  I never would have guessed that 14 years later I would still be hanging out with middle school and high school kids and doing it professionally.  Over the course of that time there were phases when I would look ahead and think I'm gonna do this 'til Johnny graduates.  Then Johnny graduated and I said I think I can do this until Suzy and Joey graduate.  Most recently, I said I think once Russ, Zak and Steve graduate I'm done. That would be June '08.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Wednesday, I drove a car full of freshmen guys from our weekly meeting over to the local fast food joint.  Football players, skaters, honors-class kids and gamers; great homes, broken homes, dysfunctional homes; leaders, followers, and rebels, all who have allowed me into their amazing, wacky messed-up lives.  We laughed and joked the whole drive.  We piled out of mini-van and I watched the six of them walk into the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled and thought to myself I gonna do this 'til I'm old and grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tags &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/student+ministry" rel="tag"&gt;student ministry&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/youth+ministry" rel="tag"&gt;youth ministry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-116075106231194562?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/116075106231194562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=116075106231194562&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/116075106231194562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/116075106231194562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/10/til-im-old-and-grey.html' title='&apos;til I&apos;m old and grey'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-116074950397880091</id><published>2006-10-13T10:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:05:16.413-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><title type='text'>Is God Green?</title><content type='html'>I hate politics. I especially hate it when it gives God a bad name.  I hate it even more when "God's people" give God a bad name. There are those instances, which are way too rare, when a few folks who claim to be followers of Christ stand out in the parade of political nonsense as admirable and worthy of imitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is God Green? recently aired on PBS and you can view it in it's entirety &lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/moyers/moyersonamerica/green/index.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  It was an intestesting combination of why I hate politics, more and more, why I want to distance myself  from the religous right and a few individuals whom  I would do well to imitate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite how I feel about politics it was a great piece.  Thought provoking on many levels and worth the time to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, if you watch this thing, there are several clips of congregations singing.  Why is it that the media shows only those congregations that are tone-deaf and/or rthymically impaired?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tags &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Christianity" rel="tag"&gt;Christianity&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/politics" rel="tag"&gt;politics&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/environmentalist" rel="tag"&gt;environmentalist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-116074950397880091?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/116074950397880091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=116074950397880091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/116074950397880091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/116074950397880091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/10/is-god-green.html' title='Is God Green?'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-116057859244713288</id><published>2006-10-11T10:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T10:59:51.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Movin' on up...</title><content type='html'>So, our leadership team at &lt;a href="http://www.crossroadsct.org"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crossroadsct.org/"&gt;Crossroads&lt;/a&gt; has been  in talks with a local Epsicopal Church to  see about sharing their building.  After several months of discussions and more importantly praying and seeking God's leading it looks like we are going to be moving down the street into ...gasp...an actual church building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited about this move for a number of reasons.  (not in any order)&lt;br /&gt;It means a semi-permanent home for us.  Regular set-up and take down will be minimal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means a building that looks like a church.  Believe me, I am the first to say and try to live out. "We don't go to church, we are the church...we need to be the church."  That being said one of the the peculiarities of New England is a love/hate relationship with tradition.  We currently meet in the gym of the local YMCA.  Many visitors and would-be visitors have expressed a concern or issue about the facility.   I'm not just talking about "church people" looking for the right place to meet &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; needs either. At the same time, some of those same folks are concerned that meeting in a building that looks and feels like a church will drudge up baggage from their uprbinging associated with their parent's church or some other sort of unpleasantness.  Like I said it's a love/hate thing.  While this might be a detrimant in some contexts I believe here in the enigma that is New England it will help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving into a traditional building provides us with a great opportunity to re-purpose things like the stained glass windows and the kneelers.  How cool it would be to provide people with an opportunity to see tradtional church trappings from a new perspective...We are all keenly aware that the new building looks like a church so we are already in the process of brainstorming ways to make to sure we don't define ourselves by our building, to make sure that we continue to be about much more than a place and a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This move means a chance to do something with very different community of faith.  We will maintain separate services, sunday schools and all that good stuff.  Simply the fact that two churches are sharing a space like grown-ups has huge potential to reach the surrounding community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our leadership has taken on a much bigger "kingdom" attitude about the whole thing.  God is calling us to do this thing.  We may or may not benefit from this at all.  It's possible that  the reason we are doing this is for the other congregation..  Who knows?  But the fact that we are thinking of Christ's Church and not our church is very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, like I said I am excited.  Please pray for the people of Crossroads and of Grace Episcopal and for the next leg of our journey together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tags &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/church" rel="tag"&gt;church&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/christianity" rel="tag"&gt;christianity&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/New" england="" rel="tag"&gt;New England&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-116057859244713288?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/116057859244713288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=116057859244713288&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/116057859244713288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/116057859244713288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/10/movin-on-up.html' title='Movin&apos; on up...'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-116044323098592206</id><published>2006-10-09T20:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T21:20:31.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent Readings</title><content type='html'>I have been struggling to get back into a discplined habit of bible reading.  I recently read through 1 &amp; 2 Timothy and came away with a little surprise.  There is an often quoted &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;portion&lt;/span&gt; of a verse in 2 Timothy 1 verse 7, "For God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of power..."  That's where the quote usually ends.  In it's entirety the verse reads "For God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of power, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;of love and of self-discipline. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gives us  a spirit of self-discipline.  I got such a boost out of that.  The spirit of God is at work on my behalf even in self-discipline.  It also knocked me back a step.  What bad form to take bits and pieces of scripture to meet a given need.  Shame on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been reading through &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Renovation-Heart-Daily-Practice-Transformation/dp/1576838099/sr=8-3/qid=1160441318/ref=pd_bbs_3/102-6224888-3801749?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books"&gt;Renovation of the Heart: Experiments in Spiritual Transformation&lt;/a&gt; by Dallas Willard and Jan Johnson.  Dallas Willard has always been recommended to me as one those guys you need to read.   "It will stretch you" people said.  I don't know if I'm an idiot or what, but for the life of me, I haven't been able to get through a Willard book. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Renovation&lt;/span&gt; takes small excerpts from Willard's book of the same name and supports them with daily experiments in spiritual transformation.  Finally, I feel like I am making some progress.   I have really gotten into each exercise that follows the reading.  Maybe I am just a slow processor and need that extra time to contemplate the deep thoughts from Dallas.   I am thinking about trying to pull some folks together this winter and work through the book as group.  Maybe meet once every other week and talk about how we have been reading and experiencing....to be continued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Dallas+Willard" rel="tag"&gt;Dallas Willard&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/spiritual+transformation" rel="tag"&gt;spiritual transformation&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/christianity" rel="tag"&gt;christianity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-116044323098592206?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/116044323098592206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=116044323098592206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/116044323098592206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/116044323098592206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/10/recent-readings.html' title='Recent Readings'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-115988088160129680</id><published>2006-10-03T08:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T13:48:22.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend o' sports</title><content type='html'>We had a great weekend.  Thursday Night Jake and I went to Yankee stadium and watched the Yanks get almost no-hit.  Jake's line of the night, "Even though they lost it was still the best night of my life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1608/320/1600/SUC50042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1608/320/320/SUC50042.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1608/320/1600/SUC50039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1608/320/320/SUC50039.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Night, I hung out with some college and high school folks watching the Golden Eagles of Trumbull High dismantle the black knights of Stamford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1608/320/1600/64774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1608/320/320/64774.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was at the UCONN/Navy game. My Father-in-law went to the naval academy back in the day and is still a die hard fan.  It was pretty cool to sit amidst all the midshipmen and former and present sailors as Navy kicked the snot out of UCONN.  Man I miss football!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1608/320/1600/0930061409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1608/320/320/0930061409.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1608/320/1600/0930061509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1608/320/320/0930061509.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-115988088160129680?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/115988088160129680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=115988088160129680&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/115988088160129680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/115988088160129680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/10/weekend-o-sports.html' title='Weekend o&apos; sports'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-115945276739405775</id><published>2006-09-28T08:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T10:12:47.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna go for a walk?</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking about/ had the images of the account of Jesus transfiguration stuck in my head for going on a year now. Even after a year my thoughts on it are still pretty disjointed so please add your $.02 or ask for clarification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1608/320/1600/3%20climbing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1608/320/320/3%20climbing.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My really rough paraphrase is this: Jesus asked his three closest friends to go for a walk. When they got to where they were going things got funky. Jesus started to glow. Then two other guys who had been dead for hundreds of years show up. Not knowing what else to do, one of Jesus' three friends, Peter, suggests they set up camp so they can all hang out for a while. Then this voice from the clouds starts in, " This is my son, with whom I am well pleased. Listen to him."&lt;br /&gt;Petrified Jesus' friends bury their faces in the ground. When they look up, everyone is gone and everything is quiet. Jesus helped them process through what they had just seen and asked them not to discuss the whole thing with anyone else for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actual account is recorded in the book of &lt;a href="http://www.studylight.org/desk/?query=mt+17&amp;t=niv&amp;amp;st=1&amp;new=1&amp;amp;l=en"&gt;Matthew.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus spent three years, pretty much 24/7, with Peter, James and John. They got to see Jesus do all kinds of amazing things and what I imagine must have been all kinds of mundane things.&lt;br /&gt;We don't know if Jesus was aware of what was about to happen when he asked the three to go for a walk with him that day. Nevertheless he asked and ended up sharing one of the high points of his life on earth with Peter, James and John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn't balk at his invitation. They were used to Jesus sharing not just his work or ministry with them but his life as well. It was not out of the ordinary, again my really rough paraphrase, for Jesus to say to Peter or James or John or all twelve of the disciples, "Hey I have to run a few errands, wanna come with?" In sharing his life, his friends got to see how he responded to the valleys, to the plateaus and to the mountaintop experiences. Jesus' "training program" was no program at all. He simply lived life out in the only way he knew how and invited others to come along for the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after Jesus and the twelve had been together for a while Jesus started to ask them to run the errands by themselves. They would go off and do their thing, with varying degrees of success and return to Jesus and tell him about what they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what? So if I call myself a Christ-follower, then I need to be intentionally developing relationships, intentionally sharing my life with others. Not simply reading through the gospel of John with Harry or Sally on alternate Tuesday evenings but opening up my life and allowing others to see how I walk with and respond to God in the valleys, on the plateaus and on the mountaintops. Have them over for dinner, ask them to go to Home Depot with me, tell them I am volunteering at a soup kitchen and ask them to help out. We never know when God might break through in the middle of the mundane and do something amazing. How cool would it be if we could share it with someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are on the other side of that coin, trying to follow Christ or figure out if He is trustworthy to be followed; ask someone you know who has been doing it for a while. Ask them if you can tag along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said a little disjointed, but some really important stuff in this story about Jesus and his friends going for walk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-115945276739405775?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/115945276739405775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=115945276739405775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/115945276739405775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/115945276739405775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/09/wanna-go-for-walk.html' title='Wanna go for a walk?'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-115931787331896775</id><published>2006-09-26T20:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T10:14:44.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>....not every man really lives.</title><content type='html'>If you were rich but you had to work, you know there was a law or something that said everyone had to have a job what would you do for a job and why?&lt;br /&gt;That question is supposed to tell us what we were made to do. I’m not sure how reliable the question is but I do know this. Each of us has dreams, passions and talents inside of us. And if we don’t let them out, we die a little bit everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hear people say we only use 10% of our brains or whatever it is. I think the large majority of us only really live 10% of our lives. We settle for something way short of what I think life was meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a high school student, I remember looking out into the Adult world and thinking to myself is that all there is? Go to school; get a job where I work crazy hours to get a promotion so I can work crazier hours so I can buy a car with the right emblem on it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I literally used to live in fear of life as the walking dead; like the opening scene from&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0099892/"&gt; Joe versus the volcano.&lt;/a&gt; An army of grey suited drones schlep into an awful grey tinted, fluorescent lit, cubicle enclosed world, day after day after day. It was my definition of hell on earth A girl I dated, once played this song for me called Ordinary Joe. She told me she meant it as a compliment. The song is about this guy who goes to his cubicle everyday and does nice things for the people in his office. He just lives an ordinary life doing nice things. I freaked out. I was so pissed I couldn’t even speak. “Is that what you think of me? I’m just gonna be some schmo in an office?” It still irritates me and that was a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the reason it made me so mad was there was nothing about working in an office that lined up with the any of the stuff I dreamt about or was really important to me. I have come to realize that those dreams, passions and talents are a part of who I am, a part of who I was made to be. I don’t know what all of you guys think about God or even if a God exists but I believe in God and I believe He put those dreams and passions and talents inside me and inside you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a verse in the Old Testament written by a guy named Jeremiah, he was a prophet, a messenger from God that says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I'm doing. I have it all planned out--plans to take care of you, not abandon you, plans to give you the future you hope for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12"When you call on me, when you come and pray to me, I'll listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13"When you come looking for me, you'll find me.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, when you get serious about finding me and want it more than anything else, 14I'll make sure you won't be disappointed." GOD's Decree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The God of the universe places dreams and passions and talents inside each of us. He wants to see us live the life He intended for each one of us. When we come to Him, He will help us live the other 90% of life that so many miss. It won’t necessarily be safe or worry-free, but it will be a life fully lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Every man dies, but not every man truly lives.”&lt;br /&gt;  ~William Wallace~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-115931787331896775?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/115931787331896775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=115931787331896775&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/115931787331896775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/115931787331896775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/09/not-every-man-really-lives.html' title='....not every man really lives.'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-115889200439470451</id><published>2006-09-21T22:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T22:27:42.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Origami Hustle</title><content type='html'>A friend and I recently entered this video in an Art show.  The theme of the show was feet.  The piece was his idea and his craftsmanship I just helped him put it on video and do a little editing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MROvr8LR2IQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MROvr8LR2IQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags:  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/origami" rel="tag"&gt;origami &lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/feet" rel="tag"&gt;feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-115889200439470451?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/115889200439470451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=115889200439470451&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/115889200439470451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/115889200439470451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/09/origami-hustle.html' title='Origami Hustle'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-115793917706919098</id><published>2006-09-10T21:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T21:49:18.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baptism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1608/320/1600/SUC50010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1608/320/320/SUC50010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We held our annual baptism service this morning. The people standing at left were all the baptizees. The weather was perfect. The day is always important in the life of our little community of faith but today was even more so for me and my family. I got to baptize our oldest son Jake, founding member of Kayos. That's him, leaning forward, in the red trunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1608/320/1600/SUC50012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1608/320/320/SUC50012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Jake and asked him, just loud enough for the two of us to hear, "You ready buddy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He nodded with a big smile. I grasped his hand and said "Jake, I" .......... Long pregnant pause.....I was overwhelmed at what was happening. My oldest son was placing a stake in the ground, in his words, " I want to spend the rest of my life with God." I choked back some tears, "Jake, I baptize you in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit." I dunked him, then yanked him up out of the water and gave him a huge bear hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;technorati tags &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/baptism" rel="tag"&gt;baptism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-115793917706919098?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/115793917706919098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=115793917706919098&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/115793917706919098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/115793917706919098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/09/baptism.html' title='Baptism'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-114142144477379101</id><published>2006-09-06T16:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T08:49:54.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>George Barna's Revolution</title><content type='html'>I read Barna's book back in March and wrote this about the same time. I saved it as a draft and forgot about it. Here it is, better late than never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1608/320/1600/Slide4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 271px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1608/320/320/Slide4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From George Barna's &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1414307586/sr=8-1/qid=1142439367/ref=pd_bbs_1/002-4198677-6395256?%5Fencoding=UTF8"&gt;Revolution&lt;/a&gt; p. 49&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above is the graphic depiction of what George Barna has labeled the next great age of church history, the Revolutionary Age. I spent the last two weeks reading and underlining and dog-earring pages in Barna's latest work entitled &lt;u&gt;Revolution: Finding vibrant faith beyond the walls of the sanctuary.&lt;/u&gt; In a nutshell, Barna's research has led him to the conclusion that the local church, it's attendance, bank roll and importance in the lives of believers and seekers (I don't like that word but don't have a better one) alike, has been and will continue to wane in importance. The lives of those truly trying to follow Christ, as defined by following Christ in the way of the apostles, are being shaped by influences other than the local church. Barna contends that "there is nothing infherently wrong with being involved in a local church but association with a church no more makes you a follower of Christ than "being in Yankee stadium makes you a professional baseball player."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barna refers to those who are at the heart of this movement as Revolutionaries. He lays out seven traits of the early church which are, according to Barna, at the heart of the Revolution as a movement and the Revolutionary as the individual. He also draws upon his years of polling and research to see how the local church measures up to the early church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every believer was expected to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;worship&lt;/span&gt;, not attend a service but a commitment to respond to the greatness and glory of God, every day, both in private and in the company of other believers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For those who participate in a local church... Worship happens only in the context of a service once or twice a week. Only 50% of all Christ followers say they have entered into God's presence in the last year.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Faith based conversations&lt;/span&gt; pour out of the revolutionary; springing from the very excitement that one has about their own relationship with Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For those who participate in a local church...Most will die without leading a single person to Christ. Most cite lacking the gift of evangelism as rationale for not sharing Christ's love with others.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Intentional spiritual Growth &lt;/span&gt;happens as individuals actively pursue it; not sit back and wait for it to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For those who participate in a local church...Most spend more time in a year doing just about anything else (t.v., music, hobbies, reading other books) than reading the bible. Success is hardly ever defined in terms of their relationship to God.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Servanthood&lt;/span&gt; Nothing reflects Christ, his love and his message more than selfless of acts of service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For those who participate in a local church...Most would rather give money than be personally involved in helping someone. Only one out of four in the local church actually serves others and in most cases it is other congregates&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Resource Investment&lt;/span&gt; The apostles shared "everything"as they had need as good managers of what God had entrusted to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For those who participate in a local church...The average yearly donations total roughly %3 and that is self perceived as sacrificially generous.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spiritual Friendships&lt;/span&gt; Intentional relationships built on accountability and encouragement were the one of the centerpieces of the early church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For those who participate in a local church...The biggest influencers are the law, media and other family members. Fewer than 1 in 6 have an intentional spiritual relationship&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Family Faith &lt;/span&gt;The home was the primary vehicle for spiritual growth and development of all family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For those who participate in a local church...Fewer than 10% worship, pray or study the bible together outside of church. Most families feel they are not doing a good job at spiritually growing their children&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom-line according to Barna is that placing all our hope in the local church is "misplaced hope." The implication is that because the local church, as Modern America has constructed it, does not look like the early church and is not sufficient unto itself to support and/or facilitate life in the way of Jesus; the Revolution. As Barna himself writes, "A healthy local church will always have a valid and valuable role within God's kingdom...The revolution is about recognizing that we are not called to&lt;i&gt; go&lt;/i&gt; to church. We are called to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; the church."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Revolution also marks a departure from the other major movements within the church. According to Barna, " it's impetus [The Revolution] is not salvation among the unrepentant but the personal renewal and recomittment of believers...In the end the Revolution transforms believers so that they can transform the world." This is the part of the book with which I have the greatest trouble. If the Church, those who call themselves Christ followers, becomes completely introspective (which I take Barna's use of the word impetus to mean) it will have failed. Our natural inclinations, are always to turn inward. We want to surround ourselves with people who look like us and act like us and think like us. This type of mindset quickly becomes us and them. This mindset is antithetical to Jesus' ministry. Jesus had hard words for the religious people of his day for just such a mindset. Jesus' impetus was "to seek and save what is lost." In my mind, the bottom line on this issue is the Christ follower's job is "to make disciples of all nations," believer, seeker or otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barna suggests local churches have 2 responses to the revolution: 1) Fight it and defend turf, territory and traditions but he adds why fight it? Barna's interpretation of scripture is that the modern church, as we have constructed it, is absent from scripture. He relies on several passages from the Book of Acts as a blue print for the Church. (Acts 2:42-47, 4:24, 31-35, 5:17-18, 27-29, 40-42) The requirement that he points out is one of continual worship in spirit and in truth. Therefore, whether someone is connecting with God and other believers on blogs, in a Starbucks or within the walls of a church does not matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in reality, in Barna's mind there is only one choice; figure out how to become part of the Revolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is much that desreve close analysis in Barna's effort. I see real life people and their stories that match Barna's data. Sadly, I see how the modern church does not reflect the early church. But I am not ready to throw the baby out with the bath water. Barna paints a utopian picture of revolutionaries and their impact on the world. Are there people out there who are completely sold out for the cause of Christ? Absolutely. Is it possible for people to grow in Christlikeness outside of a "church" context? Sometimes. I appreciate Barna's book as a reality check. The seven passions of a revoltutionary are things, that as Christ followers, we should all be passionate about. How I am doing as an individual in these seven areas? How is the church that I am part of doing? What can I do to make these seven things happen in my context? What should I stop doing that might allow these seven things to happen? However, it almost feels as if Barna is encouraging folks to leave their churches in search of Christ. Even more than that, if you are serious about Jesus than you must leave the local church. He throws in the occasional, well sure there are churches that are healthy and those are good. It feels almost like a token gesture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;technorati tags   &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/George+Barna" rel="tag"&gt;George Barna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-114142144477379101?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/114142144477379101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=114142144477379101&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/114142144477379101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/114142144477379101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/09/george-barnas-revolution.html' title='George Barna&apos;s Revolution'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-115746507163045948</id><published>2006-09-05T09:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T10:04:32.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1608/320/1600/0903061302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1608/320/320/0903061302.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the sign hung on the door to the men's restroom of a local fast food place.  I am a big fan of clear, concise, pointed directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many "unfortunate incindents" there were before this sign was hung?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-115746507163045948?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/115746507163045948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=115746507163045948&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/115746507163045948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/115746507163045948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/09/clarity.html' title='Clarity'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-115694692796386843</id><published>2006-08-30T10:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T11:56:55.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Footprints Washed away in the Sand</title><content type='html'>Found &lt;a href="http://gaffneyjournal.blogspot.com/2006/08/footprints-washed-away-in-sand.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; awesome new take on the old poem Footprints. Please go visit this guy Sean who rewrote the poem. Just to give you a little taste, here are my favorite lines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Footprints guy to Jesus:And I gripe, “But I thought you were the nice guy that would never make me struggle if I didn’t want to!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jesus would reply, “Seriously, if you want someone to carry you, first you’re going to have to lay off the donuts. And second, find a god that doesn’t care so much about you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-115694692796386843?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/115694692796386843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=115694692796386843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/115694692796386843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/115694692796386843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/08/footprints-washed-away-in-sand.html' title='Footprints Washed away in the Sand'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-115673354364332670</id><published>2006-08-27T22:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T22:54:16.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Down</title><content type='html'>When I was a junior in college I read a novel called &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0553349481/002-5881332-6049630?v=glance&amp;n=283155"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Another Roadside Attraction &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Tom Robbins for my American history 1945-the present class.&lt;br /&gt;One particular passage stuck with me. I think about it on a regular basis, even now some 16 years later. I had occasion to read this passage again this summer. This time it was presented to me as an example of choosing a good attitude. Here is the passage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As was my custom in such elements I hunkered down against the rain, drew my head into my collar, turned my eyes to the street, tensed my footsteps and proceeded in misery. But my hosts, I noticed, reacted in a quite a another way. They strolled calmly and smoothly, their bodies perfectly relaxed. They did not hunch away from the rain but rather glided through it. They directed faces to it and did not flinch as it drummed their cheeks. They almost reveled in it. Somehow I found this significant. They accepted the rain. They were not at odds with it, they did not deny it or combat it; they accepted it and went with it in harmony and ease. I tried it myself. I relaxed my neck and shoulders and turned my gaze into the wet. I let it do to me what it would. Of course, it was not trying to do anything to me. What a silly notion. It was simply falling as rain should, and I another phenomenon of nature, was sharing the space in which it fell. It was much better regarding it that way. I got no wetter than I would otherwise, and if I did not actually enjoy the wetting, at least I was free of my tension. I could even smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So tonight, as I stepped out into the pouring rain, the words of Tom Robbins again ran through my head, as drops of water ran down my face. I relaxed and let my shoulders droop into their normal position. I set out on my somewhat long walk to the car. I smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you, ready to be at ease in the rain?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-115673354364332670?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/115673354364332670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=115673354364332670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/115673354364332670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/115673354364332670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/08/rain-down.html' title='Rain Down'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-115504498110870232</id><published>2006-08-08T09:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T09:56:21.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>R &amp; R</title><content type='html'>I had full intentions of getting back into regular posting when I returned from the last trip with our students. Alas, twas not to be. Scrambling to get caught up on 3 weeks worth of work due to trips and getting ready to be away for another two of R &amp; R with the Fam didn't leave a moment to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been great so far. It kicked off with my cousin's wedding in Boston. The event was top shelf the whole way through. The rehearsal dinner in the north end was amazing, my cousin looked beautiful at the wedding, ( I would post a photo but my digital camera took a swim on the canoe trip but that is another post) the reception was a great time of eating, drinking , dancing and catching up family I haven't seen in way too long. The brunch the next morning was a great ending to a great weekend. The icing on the cake was that Kayos looked like perfect little gentlemen in their suits and ties (again insert picture here) and pretty much acted like perfect gentlemen. And yes Jake and I lost the mohawks before the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quote of the weekend goes to my cousin-in-law Derek. He was supposed to lead everyone in some response type prayers. The whole thing was scripted for him, including phonetic spelling of family names. At one point, before he was supposed to go up front I heard mumbling coming from my right. I looked over and he was practicing what he was supposed to say out loud. Needless to say, he was really nervous about the whole thing. The service ends and he was never called up to do the prayers. We all stand and applaud my cousin and her new husband as they recess down the aisle. Derek looks at me and says, " F---in' A, What the hell? He forgot to call me, the priest forgot to call me up to pray." We both laughed and followed the bride groom down the aisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a guy named Mark who was in the army and served in Iraq for 13 months. He finished his commitment and signed up to go back as a civilian contractor building military installations. He works 13 hour days in 115 degree heat for 4 months at a time. He then gets 10 days of unpaid leave: R &amp;amp; R. Man, I thought I needed a vacation....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posting will be sporadic until September. I hope everyone is having a great Summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace and prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-115504498110870232?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/115504498110870232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=115504498110870232&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/115504498110870232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/115504498110870232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/08/r-r.html' title='R &amp; R'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-115341600521268701</id><published>2006-07-20T13:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T13:20:05.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1000 mph</title><content type='html'>Life continues to move at a blinding pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent last week in the Adirondacks with a group a middle school and high school folks rock climbing, conquering the ropes course and canoeing. It was pretty hard core. No bathrooms, no deodorant, no ipods. Everybody was challenged physically, mentally and spiritually. Concepts like choosing a christlike attitude were taught through our experiences away from the comforts of home. God showed off for us in some the nature that we got to enjoy. This was the view of Long Lake from our campsite the first night out in the canoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1608/320/1600/100_2596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1608/320/320/100_2596.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been full of meetings and prep for next week's missions trip to Schuykill County PA. If you are the praying type please pray for our efforts to serve the poor, homeless, young and old of the this once great coal mining region.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah...below is shot of Jake and I with our mohawks.  It's become kind of a summer trip ritual.  This year Jake wanted in on the action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1608/320/1600/DSC00084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1608/320/320/DSC00084.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-115341600521268701?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/115341600521268701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=115341600521268701&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/115341600521268701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/115341600521268701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/07/1000-mph.html' title='1000 mph'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-115126999302150475</id><published>2006-06-25T17:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T17:13:13.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"You cheated"....."Pirate"</title><content type='html'>I can't believe my 100th post on Bumbling Forward is gonna be one of these goofy "what would you be" things but I can't help myself. When I see one, I am compelled to find out what type of drink I am, or flavor of ice cream or in this case Super Hero. As it turns out I am most like Capt Jack with William Wallace and Maximus close behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1608/320/1600/1130267908PIRATE%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1608/320/320/1130267908PIRATE%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="300"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="300"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Captain Jack Sparrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="92"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;92%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Maximus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="83"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;William Wallace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="83"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;The Terminator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="79"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;79%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Indiana Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="63"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;63%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Batman, the Dark Knight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="54"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;54%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Lara Croft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="46"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;46%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;El Zorro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="42"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;42%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;The Amazing Spider-Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="33"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;33%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Neo, the "One"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="29"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;29%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;James Bond, Agent 007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="25"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;25%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=92013"&gt;Which Action Hero Would You Be? v. 2.0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(HT &lt;a href="http://www.msquaredt.com/blog/2006/06/17/i-am-neo/"&gt;M Squared T blog&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-115126999302150475?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/115126999302150475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=115126999302150475&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/115126999302150475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/115126999302150475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-cheatedpirate.html' title='&quot;You cheated&quot;.....&quot;Pirate&quot;'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-115067880914185453</id><published>2006-06-18T20:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T21:25:54.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Quotes</title><content type='html'>My buddies from high school and I can carry on entire conversations without speaking an original word or uttering an original thought; not because we are incapable but because we love to quote movies. One of them, Slink, will call out of the blue, every so often and just say something like...."You ask for miracles Theo...I give you the F....B...I...." and I am obliged to reply something like "Yippee kaiyee Mother-'F'er" or another line from...come on now...&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0095016/"&gt;Die Hard.&lt;/a&gt; Slink's wife, who is a very nice woman doesn't speak movie qoute. He needs to share with someone who will appreciate him on that level. That's why I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been married for roughly 2-3 years when my wife and I finally watched the movie &lt;a href="http://http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0080487/"&gt;Caddyshack&lt;/a&gt; together. It was the first time she had ever seen the movie. About half way through the movie she looked at me with this I caught you red-handed kinda grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're a jerk," she said&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?  What did I do?" I replied&lt;br /&gt;"All this time I thought you were a funny guy when in reality all you have been doing is quoting this stupid movie."&lt;br /&gt;I laughed sheepishly..."Yeah...what's your point?" I shot back rather pleased with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see there is a subtlety to correctly using a movie quote. Slipping a line into converstation, where if someone were paying enough attention and familiar enough with the line, they would reply with the next line of the movie. If the person on the other end of the conversation missed the reference, there might a be a brief pause, as if to ask with their eyes, "I'm sorry what was that?" If the line was subtle enough and appropriate enough the question never really gets asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are those quotes that just get shouted out of nowhere for fun. Our friend Cynthia, lived with us for a couple of months, several years back. She and my wife our best friends. The two of them spent a lot of time watching &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0104257/quotes"&gt;A Few Good Men&lt;/a&gt; while she was here.   There was an awful lot of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You want answers?"&lt;br /&gt;" I want the truth."&lt;br /&gt;"You can't handle the truth"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1608/320/1600/chronic3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1608/320/320/chronic3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have a new line to add to the databanks of favorites, from &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0363771/"&gt;The Chronicles of the Narnia&lt;/a&gt; (as my four year old calls it) or the Chronic-what-cles of Narnia as my friends Chris Parnell and Andy Sandberg would call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1608/320/1600/aslan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1608/320/320/aslan.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Tumnus: (of Aslan) "He's not a tame lion."&lt;br /&gt;Lucy Pevensie: "No... but he's good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you speak Movie Quote?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-115067880914185453?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/115067880914185453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=115067880914185453&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/115067880914185453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/115067880914185453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/06/movie-quotes.html' title='Movie Quotes'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-115067608711046215</id><published>2006-06-18T20:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T20:14:47.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>zzzzzzzzz..........</title><content type='html'>I dreamt last night.  The subject of the dream is irrelevant.  The point is that I dreamt.  In the midst of my dream, I became I aware that I was dreaming.  I was happy, almost blissful, in that moment in my dream.  I knew that if I was dreaming that meant I was in a deep sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember when I dreamt last.  I don't remember the last good night's sleep I got.  Last night I got both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"come back here you rabbbbittt.....nighty night"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-115067608711046215?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/115067608711046215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=115067608711046215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/115067608711046215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/115067608711046215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/06/zzzzzzzzz.html' title='zzzzzzzzz..........'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-115011827663081486</id><published>2006-06-12T08:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T20:22:05.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubbles, bad guys, bubbles and blue skies</title><content type='html'>We spent a couple of hours over at friend's house ysterday afternoon. His wife was away so he was home alone with his two boys, ages 8 and 6 for the weekend. Doing more than the regular amount of Mr Mom activity lately, I felt for my friend. I called him on Saturday and left him a message asking if he wanted a break on Sunday afternoon. I told him Gail and I would bring our boys, whom I have affectionately been referring to as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kayos&lt;/span&gt; recently, over and play with his guys and he could go get a cup of coffee or take a nap or something. He called back and said that would be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an unbelievably gorgeous day. The kind of day that makes you think of every other beautiful day you've experienced. The memories seem to magnify the beauty of the now. It actually got to the point where &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kayos&lt;/span&gt; actually had to ask Gail to stop saying "what a beautiful day it was."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at my friend's house, our boys bounded out of the car and his kids came leaping out the front door of their house. After the initial confusion, we got everyone settled in the back yard to jump off swings, not swing on mind you, but jump off of and climb trees and jump on trampolines and blow bubbles, and chase bad guys. My friend decided he would use his kid-free time to hang some wall paper and cut the front lawn. It wouldn't have been my choice with a few hours of babysitting time but hey, it's his time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend's 6 year old, P. is an amazing little guy; blonde 1950's crew cut, thickly built, like a little linebacker, and full of energy and enthusiasm. He and I spent most of the afternoon blowing bubbles. I held a 32oz bottle of bubble juice that he would stick the bubble wand into and blow with all his might.  Whether it was a two or twenty, the bubbles were shiny and no matter what shape they came out of the wand as, they ended up as perfect spheres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1608/320/1600/bubbles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1608/320/320/bubbles.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes he would chase the bubbles and step on them, sometimes he would try to catch them in his mouth. Sometimes he would release the bubbles from the wand and they would take off on little gusts of wind and we would watch them float above the trees and dissapear into the perfectly blue sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gail had the other three guys well in hand. They had moved onto riding bikes and big wheels on the front sidewalk. P. and I were still in the back yard blowing bubbles. Over the course of the afternoon, P. and I exchanged maybe three or four words. We didn't really need much more than that. We had the bubbles, the breeze, the blue sky; at the moment it seemed like all we needed. Unfortunately, those are all the words P. really has. You see he suffers from autism; a disorder which drastically impairs his ability to speak, impairs his ability to interact with others, and effects his interests in a way that causes him to fixate on those things you and I might find inconsequential. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for my afternoon with P., hopefully there will be many more like it.  I went expecting to chase some young boys around the backyard, get frustrated with them for playing too rough, maybe have someone blow their nose in my shirt tails and hopefully help my friend catch his breath for a moment.  I left having learned some things.  I always respected my friend and his devotion to both his children but especially P. but I learned a deeper respect for him.  I learned what a horrible disorder autism is, how it effects not only the child inflicted with it but his brother and parents, and their every waking and many sleepless minutes.  Again something that I knew but only at a very superficial level.  I learned or more correctly, P. helped me remember what an awesome thing bubbles can be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-115011827663081486?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/115011827663081486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=115011827663081486&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/115011827663081486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/115011827663081486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/06/bubbles-bad-guys-bubbles-and-blue.html' title='Bubbles, bad guys, bubbles and blue skies'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-114927363200739381</id><published>2006-06-02T14:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T14:40:32.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You are what you drink</title><content type='html'>Below are my beverage personalities.  Pretty accurate....&lt;br /&gt;How about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ht to &lt;a href="http://www.subversiveinfluence.com/wordpress/"&gt;Subvervise influence)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(218, 187, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You are a Black Coffee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ead3b8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofcoffeeareyouquiz/black-coffee.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your best, you are: low maintenance, friendly, and adaptable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you are: cheap and angsty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You drink coffee when: you can get your hands on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your caffeine addiction level: high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofcoffeeareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Coffee Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Guinness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourbeerpersonalityquiz/guinness.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know beer well, and you'll only drink the best beers in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Watered down beers disgust you, as do the people who drink them.&lt;br /&gt;When you drink, you tend to become a bit of a know it all - especially about subjects you don't know well.&lt;br /&gt;But your friends tolerate your drunken ways, because you introduce them to the best beers around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourbeerpersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's Your Beer Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-114927363200739381?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/114927363200739381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=114927363200739381&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/114927363200739381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/114927363200739381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-are-what-you-drink.html' title='You are what you drink'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-114900494219555938</id><published>2006-05-30T11:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T12:02:22.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Loverboy and church</title><content type='html'>Found some really thought provoking stuff on Pastors "&lt;a href="http://www.somestrangeideas.com/wordpress/2006/05/27/ummwhat-about-monday-tuesday-wednesday-thursday-friday-and-saturday/"&gt;working for the weekend&lt;/a&gt;."  The majority of our time and energy is spent prepping for one hour.  What about the rest of the week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; Below is the stream consciousness that came out of the Loverboy post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;what if we occasionally cancelled Sunday morning and as a local community went and did something, you know as the hands and feet of Christ?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What if  Sunday morning was “learn by doing time?”&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a given Sunday Morning was all prayer? Not a message about why we should pray or exegeting great prayers of the bible but the whole community actually praying? Something we are supposed to do without ceasing gets center stage…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I think saying it (There is more to following christ than sunday morning) over and over is a good idea also. In addition to saying it, what if we took a sunday morning and asked the question to the community how can we make Sunday morning part of your journey instead Sunday morning being the journey?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-114900494219555938?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/114900494219555938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=114900494219555938&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/114900494219555938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/114900494219555938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/05/loverboy-and-church.html' title='Loverboy and church'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-114859971910796519</id><published>2006-05-25T18:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T19:28:45.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Origins Conference</title><content type='html'>I spent the last few days in sunny Pasadena Ca at the &lt;a href="http://www.originsproject.org"&gt;Origins&lt;/a&gt; Conference hosted by Erwin McManus and the folks at &lt;a href="http://www.mosaic.org"&gt;Mosaic&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/search/ref=br_ss_hs/104-4481285-1627945?platform=gurupa&amp;url=index%3Dblended&amp;amp;keywords=erwin+mcmanus&amp;Go.x=0&amp;amp;Go.y=0&amp;Go=Go"&gt;Erwin's stuff&lt;/a&gt; before and heard alot of the concepts and ideas that drive Mosaic.  A few things hit me this time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Creativity is a natural result of Spirituality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every person is created in the image of a creative God. As each one of us begin to understand who we are and where we come from creativity should be the result.&lt;br /&gt;Creativity is not the possession of the few but of all. The creative process reflects and glorifies God. Creativity's natural home is the church. We have reduced our gatherings to nothing more than a lecture surrounded by often times completely irrelevant music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The F-word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word fellowship is kicked around christian subculture like a hacky sack. According to the folks at the origins project, the bastardized (my term not their's) version of fellowship which so many people settle for kills churches. It causes the people of a given community to become internally focused and they cease to reach out to those who are hurting and lost. They exchange warm comfortable discussions for dangerous messy life changing relationships. Peter Jackson painted a more biblical picture of fellowship in the first Lord of the Rings movie than most churches do. Fellowship is supposed to be what Christ followers do together to reach others with God's Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phrases worth remembering:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Talent can crush character&lt;br /&gt; Adults only learn in crisis.  In order to develop character we need to create crisises.&lt;br /&gt; The gospel brings out the beauty of a culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Contextualizing conference stuff:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pace and values of Fairfield county, CT are killing people from the inside out. How do we help people discover the individual they were intended to be?&lt;br /&gt;The church needs to open it's front doors as wide as can possibly be imagined. At the same time the church must narrow the stair that allows people to positions of influence and authority.&lt;br /&gt;Where am I taking wrong turns on the journey of developing Christ-like character?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Origins and Ethos are coming to Manhattan November 28, 29, 30th, 2006.  If you are an east coaster and hesitated to make the trek to Cali you won't want to miss this.  &lt;a href="http://awakenhumanity.org/"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to check for info as it becomes available&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;technorati tags &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Erwin+McManus" rel="tag"&gt;Erwin McManus&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/f-word" rel="tag"&gt;f-word&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/character" rel="tag"&gt;character&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/arts" rel="tag"&gt;arts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-114859971910796519?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/114859971910796519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=114859971910796519&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/114859971910796519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/114859971910796519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/05/origins-conference.html' title='Origins Conference'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-114778334554533903</id><published>2006-05-16T08:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T08:45:50.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hank Hill goes church shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QtI2pa2m5cg"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QtI2pa2m5cg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't kow whether to laugh or cry....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-114778334554533903?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/114778334554533903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=114778334554533903&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/114778334554533903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/114778334554533903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/05/hank-hill-goes-church-shopping.html' title='Hank Hill goes church shopping'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-114749245107476868</id><published>2006-05-12T23:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T23:54:11.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Newbie</title><content type='html'>A friend from the "real world" has joined the ranks of the blogosphere.  Stop by her &lt;a href="http://steptracer.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog &lt;/a&gt;and show her some love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to it Trace.  I'm glad you are here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-114749245107476868?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/114749245107476868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=114749245107476868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/114749245107476868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/114749245107476868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/05/newbie.html' title='Newbie'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-114686107397441896</id><published>2006-05-05T15:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T16:33:56.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>National Day of prayer-revisited</title><content type='html'>So for the past few years our little community of faith has been hosting our local &lt;a href="http://www.ndptf.org/home/index.cfm?flash=1"&gt;National Day of Prayer Event&lt;/a&gt;. Every first Thursday in May, people are supposed to gather in their local communities to pray for our country, our government officials, our troops, our families, our communities, the media, the poor, the aged, the imprisoned, and our youth. Each local session is supposed to start at noon across the country. (I don't know what they do with the whole time zone thing)&lt;br /&gt;The national effort is championed by the Dobsons of Focus on the Family, fame or infamy, depending on your perspective.&lt;br /&gt;I went; more to support my friend and boss who was leading the day's festivities. I had a lousy attitude about the whole thing. When I got there, he asked if I wanted to lead a section of the program. I politely declined. Instead of approaching the afternoon with a sense of hope and expectation of meeting God in prayer I had my back up. In hindsight, I feel like the day has become more of a political event rather than a prayer event. The thing felt like it had an underlying religious right agenda rather than a Kingdom agenda. I'm sure a lot of that is my own baggage and hyper-sensitivity to some of the less than Christ-like comments and actions that tend to originate from the right. Whatever the reasoning, I missed an opportunity to meet with the Father, who loves us all, right, left, middle; independent or lunatic fringe.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't intend it to be but there is my confession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;technorati tags &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/National+Day+of+Prayer" rel="tag"&gt;National Day of Prayer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-114686107397441896?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/114686107397441896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=114686107397441896&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/114686107397441896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/114686107397441896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/05/national-day-of-prayer-revisited.html' title='National Day of prayer-revisited'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-114583880867945173</id><published>2006-04-23T20:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T21:56:19.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy ...Crazy...Crazy</title><content type='html'>It's been almost a month since my last post.  Sorry, this life thing, or more correctly a lack thereof, got way out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I taught on a Sunday morning. We are discussing the book of 1 John. The series is called Experiencing God. My weekend was called &lt;a href="http://www.crossroadsct.org/podcast/2006/04/experiencing-god-in-worship.html"&gt;Experiencing God: In Worship&lt;/a&gt;.  I struggled to put it together but after all was said and done I received pretty positive feedback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done a ton of video editing.  We held our last&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; club&lt;/span&gt;, our high school outreach, for the school year. I know, a little a early, but we are switching to Ultimate Frisbee for the spring/summer. But I digress. Our last club has become senior night. So for our seniors, I took the last 7 years of video footage from meetings, trips, retreats and hanging out and condensed it to a 20 minute highlight reel. I burned it ( a 12 hour nightmare which culminated with a support tech at apple reading to me from an iDVD manual...ugh!!!) and all the videos from their Student Ministry experience with us into a 2-disc set. The end result was worth it, all the seniors really appreciated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a drama planned for Palm Sunday which got turned into a video. After the video was shot and edited it got the kai-bash because it didn't express what we were trying to get across. Only to get replaced with another video....more editing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of my sons came down with pneumonia. The four year old, who I have been referring lately to as &lt;a href="http://www.tvsquad.com/images/2005/11/crabman.jpg"&gt;Crab Man&lt;/a&gt;, because his afro is starting to look like the character of the same name from the show, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my name is Earl&lt;/span&gt;, had only a mild case and was out of commission for a couple of days. The older guy was out of the game for a good ten days, I mean out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asked to read scripture at a local Evangelical Free church at their annual Good Friday service. It's actually six half-hour services that clergy from all over the area lead. It's like a 35 year tradition or something like that. I read at the 12:30 and my boss, Rich, spoke at the 1:00. Jacket and Tie, Platform, really traditional hymns, I felt like a fish out of water. It was good though, to see the body of Christ come together across denominational and traditional lines to celebrate the sacrifice of Good Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we held a healing service at Crossroads. There has been a group of 15-20 of us gathering each week to pray, no agenda, just pray for whatever God seems to be leading us to pray for. About half of that group is between the ages of 15-21. Those folks, young people, whatever you want to call them, volunteered to pray for people at this healing service. God worked in huge ways in and through all of us who were there that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family came in for Easter. I had lamb on the menu only to learn my sister and her boyfriend had become vegetarians. So I added a &lt;a href="http://www.fabulousfoods.com/recipes/main/veg/veggiestacks.html"&gt;roasted veggie stack and angel hair pasta with pesto&lt;/a&gt; to the day's fare. A couple of friends from church stopped by and we spent to afternoon eating and talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was inexplicably overcome with the urge to listen to Carol King. I had this song in my head from elementary school called &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0262727/#comment"&gt;Really Rosie&lt;/a&gt;, from the children's animated movie. I found it online as well as some classics, like, So far away and It's too late. I actually shocked Gail when the sounds of Carol started emanating from my laptop. It's good to know I can still shock my wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Boston for two days to visit family and check out the &lt;a href="http://www.mos.org/doc/1857"&gt;Star Wars exhibit at the Museum of Science.&lt;/a&gt; I took some pictures of the life sized annakin and Han solo mannequins. I can't wait to Photoshop my boys faces onto anni and Han. If they turn out okay I'll post them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the line, I imploded. I was tired, way over-tired. I was doing stupid stuff like drinking energy drinks to stay up until 3:00am working, only to get up at 6:00 am with my sick kids. My implosions manifest themselves in anger. I'm short with the people closest to me. I live on the edge during these times feeling like I'm always one step away from blowing up. I am in the process of the cleaning up the mess I had let myself fall into and trying to reconnect with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if this post has any other value than for me to see in black and white the ridiculous pace I kept for the last month and maybe try to do something about it....either that or go buy more energy drinks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-114583880867945173?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/114583880867945173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=114583880867945173&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/114583880867945173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/114583880867945173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/04/crazy-crazycrazy.html' title='Crazy ...Crazy...Crazy'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-114367187210692417</id><published>2006-03-29T17:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T17:37:53.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd trip to the Gulf Coast</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;We sent a second team of people from &lt;a href="http://www.crossroadsct.org"&gt;Crossroads&lt;/a&gt; down to the Gulf Coast to help out with the relief effort.  I stayed behind this time and playeed Mr Mom so Gail could go on the trip.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I asked my friend Michael to share some of his thoughts on his trip.  Here it is:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0px"&gt;So we were down in New Orleans, in St. Bernard Parish, where some of the worst flooding occurred when the levee let loose Lake Pontchartrain, leaving hundreds of homes under 9 feet of water for over 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;We were heading to a distibution center run by a group called Pastors Resource Compassion. They have a huge tent sitting in the middle of a Wal-Mart parking lot where they're handing out food, clothes and other basic necessities to anyone from the area in need. I say anyone in the area, not anyone living in the area, because the area, for all intent and purposes, is destroyed. The 1000 to 2000 people coming through each day are either living in small FEMA trailers on ttheir devastated property or coming in for the day from friends' or families' homes or apartments outside the area salvaging, cleaning, or just staring at what they once had - a home.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; On our way to the center we drive a mile o! r two down the main drag - business after business, store after store, gas stations, grocery markets, banks, car dealers and barber shops, chuches and ice cream shops, you name it, all closed. Not because of a lot of damage, but because there aren't any people to buy anything. The few people in the trailers - they don't have any money - and if they do - they don't  have anywhere to put anything.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; But it's the streets off the main drag, whole neighborhoods, block after block, as far as your eyes can see - devastation - destruction - like I've never seen, like World War II news clips of the Allied bombing of Germany, an all to real episode of the Twilight Zone, like the End Times. House after house after house - total ruins - if it's still standing it's an empty shell - 9 feet of water - 2 weeks - that's a foot of water on the second floor of a 2 story home. Most of them were ranches. Some of the homes have been gutted, ev! erything that was in, is out. Look down the streets and you see big piles of debris in front of empty shells. Big piles of debris in front of empty shells? Hell! It's peoples lives, thier stuff, their valuables, their trinkets, their memories, their hopes for the future their home held for their families, for themselves, for their community - picture frames - the photo washed of its' image, broken dishes from family meals, a basketball, a little pink Big Wheel like my daughters we gave away last year, t.v.'s, couches, tables, towels, clothes - God it's like somebody ripped all your insides out and threw em on the ground in front you - its literally sickening to think what these people must feel when they see this, I'm feeling sick all over again telling you about it. Can you imagine what these people must feel? Can you imagine? God only knows. Only God will heal them. Let's pray. Let us all pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color:#008;text-align:right;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;em&gt;Powered by&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.qumana.com/"&gt;Qumana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-114367187210692417?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/114367187210692417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=114367187210692417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/114367187210692417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/114367187210692417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/03/2nd-trip-to-gulf-coast.html' title='2nd trip to the Gulf Coast'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-114287140539110217</id><published>2006-03-20T10:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T11:16:46.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Cor 1:3-4</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God.&lt;br /&gt;                  2 Cor 1:3-4 NIV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some level, I have always known, on this walk with Jesus, the self; myself, is at best a tie for number 2 on the priority list...God, others and then me. As I read the verse above this morning I was reminded of this fact. It starts with praising God. We then read how God comforts us. That's nice and comfortable and meets the basic needs we think God should meet. The reason God comforts us is because he loves us....yes but it doesn't stop there. The reason He comforts us is so we can comfort others.&lt;br /&gt;This has been God's pattern from the beginning. He blesses, comforts, equips, provides insights, grows and transforms His people, His children so that they might be a blessing, comfort, meeter of needs, relayer of truth, teacher and change agent in the lives of others.&lt;br /&gt;Pick just about any story from the life of Jesus, He called Matthew and through Matthew "sinners and tax collectors got a chance to meet Him. He raised Lazursus rom the dead so that God might be glorified &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; because he loved Lazurus and Mary and Martha &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; so that "many of the Jews who had come to visit Mary, and had seen what Jesus did, put their faith in him."&lt;br /&gt;So I sit here and take stock of what it is God has done in my life.  Now I need to fill in the blanks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has done &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;xxxx&lt;/span&gt; in my life, and met me in the midst of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;xxxxx&lt;/span&gt;, so that I might be and do &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;xxxxx&lt;/span&gt; for others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-114287140539110217?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/114287140539110217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=114287140539110217&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/114287140539110217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/114287140539110217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/03/2-cor-13-4.html' title='2 Cor 1:3-4'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-114201637717571048</id><published>2006-03-10T13:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T13:47:17.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Middle School Weekend at Young Life's Lake Champion</title><content type='html'>Spending the Weekend with 300+ Middle Schoolers at Young Life's beautiful Lake Champion. Should be a great weekend we are bringing 30 students from Crossroads. Please pray for safety as we travel and while at camp and that God would draw each person there at least one step closer to him.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah... prayer for energy and love and patience for me and the other leaders would be good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-114201637717571048?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/114201637717571048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=114201637717571048&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/114201637717571048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/114201637717571048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/03/middle-school-weekend-at-young-lifes.html' title='Middle School Weekend at Young Life&apos;s Lake Champion'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-114169802759881973</id><published>2006-03-06T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T21:25:46.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't leave well enough alone</title><content type='html'>Well, I think I found the right combination of layout; three column, and readability. Props to Thur Broeders at &lt;a href="http://thrbrtemplates.blogspot.com/"&gt;thur's templates&lt;/a&gt; for doing the hardwork and making it available.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-114169802759881973?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/114169802759881973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=114169802759881973&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/114169802759881973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/114169802759881973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/03/cant-leave-well-enough-alone.html' title='Can&apos;t leave well enough alone'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-114166180877907589</id><published>2006-03-06T11:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T21:23:05.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A different take on fasting</title><content type='html'>Rick, over at&lt;a href="http://newlifeemerging.blogspot.com/2006/03/secret-to-fasting-yahweh-style.html"&gt; a new life emerging&lt;/a&gt;, has some great thoughts on fasting. There is something that rings right and true about fasting being a departure from "me-centered" spirituality. I'm still turning it over in my brain but I wanted to pass it along because it is worth the read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; technorati tags &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/fasting" rel="tag"&gt;fasting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Spiritual Disciplines" rel="tag"&gt;Spiritual Disciplines&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-114166180877907589?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/114166180877907589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=114166180877907589&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/114166180877907589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/114166180877907589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/03/different-take-on-fasting.html' title='A different take on fasting'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-114139971211578970</id><published>2006-03-03T10:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T14:12:13.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Word Cloud</title><content type='html'>This cool little &lt;a href="http://snapshirts.com/custom.php"&gt;web-bot&lt;/a&gt; scans your blog and creates this thing. Thanks to &lt;a href="http://happydaydeadfish.blogspot.com/"&gt;Holly&lt;/a&gt; for the link. I like the way Jesus ended up smack in the middle of the thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1608/320/1600/image.php.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1608/320/320/image.php.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-114139971211578970?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/114139971211578970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=114139971211578970&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/114139971211578970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/114139971211578970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/03/word-cloud.html' title='Word Cloud'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-114071117281515182</id><published>2006-02-23T11:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T21:22:13.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumbling may be too generous a term</title><content type='html'>So I called this blog bumbling forward...Bumbling is generally how I move forward. Tripping falling, grabbing onto stuff to try to stay up, knocking other stuff over but when it is all said and done I usually end up ahead of where I started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case and point: Unbeknownst to me, somewhere along the way I did something to my blogger settings that made it necessary for me to approve each comment. Gail was talking to a friend who mentioned she had commented and I was all like "no she didn't." So I started poking around and found the source of the problem. She did indeed comment as well as 18 others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those of you gracious enough to comment please accept my humble apologies. If nothing else Bumbling forward is always an adventure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-114071117281515182?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/114071117281515182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=114071117281515182&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/114071117281515182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/114071117281515182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/02/bumbling-may-be-too-generous-term.html' title='Bumbling may be too generous a term'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-114048931259658205</id><published>2006-02-20T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T09:37:09.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When everything is said and done:  Too close to home</title><content type='html'>okay...so three days after I write the last post I taught during our Sunday morning gatherings. The message I prepared was about Jesus as the image of the invisible God. In order to get the best picture of God we need to enlarge our view of Jesus to include his birth, life, message, ministry, death and ressurection. The message was heavy with visuals, scripture on the screen, and a video of various artist's depictions of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first service starts at 9:00 am at 8:58 am after an hour of rebooting and reconfiguring and tweaking and guessing and switching cables I was unable to get any sort of image from the computer that runs our service to the screen. As I thought back to my post and the article that motivated it, I said "okay God...if want me to do this without any of the stuff I had planned then so be it." One last ditch effort...and it worked. At 9:01 the announcement loop started running and the service started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's got one sick sense of humor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;technorati tags &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Church+marketing+sucks" rel="tag"&gt;Church marketing sucks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-114048931259658205?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/114048931259658205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=114048931259658205&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/114048931259658205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/114048931259658205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/02/when-everything-is-said-and-done-too.html' title='When everything is said and done:  Too close to home'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-114012647146023974</id><published>2006-02-16T16:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T13:47:45.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When everything is said and done</title><content type='html'>I found this thought regarding creating church experiences on &lt;a href="http://http://www.churchmarketingsucks.com/archives/2006/02/i_am_often_aske.html"&gt;Church Marketing sucks.com.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Yet the questions remain: How much should I do? What should I avoid? What is cool? What works?&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Here's a simple approach I've learned...&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;If the electricity went out, and your walls fell down, and your biggest givers died, what would you have left? Would you have a community of people still seeking after the heart of God? Would you still worship even without a band? Would you still be able to learn about God even though you can't show a video or a PowerPoint slide? In other words, what you have when everything else goes away is what your church is really all about.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;What great questions! I'm not sure if I have great answers. These questions are great filters to evaluate what we do in the name of ministry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Technorati Tags &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/church" rel="tag"&gt;church&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/church+marketing+sucks" rel="tag"&gt;church marketing sucks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-114012647146023974?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/114012647146023974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=114012647146023974&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/114012647146023974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/114012647146023974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/02/when-everything-is-said-and-done.html' title='When everything is said and done'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-113924448455664095</id><published>2006-02-06T11:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T21:19:53.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tag of 4s</title><content type='html'>Erin over at &lt;a href="http://biscotti_brain.blogspot.com/"&gt;Biscotti Brain&lt;/a&gt; Posted this nifty little tag.  Here are my responses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Jobs I've Had:&lt;br /&gt;1: Greens Keeper&lt;br /&gt;2: Bank Teller&lt;br /&gt;3: Sales guy (Consumer paper: toilet paper, paper towels cups plates, etc)&lt;br /&gt;4: Youth Pastor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Movies I Watch Over and Over Again:&lt;br /&gt;1: Godfather (only part 1 or 2)&lt;br /&gt;2: Braveheart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only those 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Places I've Lived:&lt;br /&gt;1: Connecticut&lt;br /&gt;2: Pennsylvania&lt;br /&gt;3: Arkansas&lt;br /&gt;4: Ohio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four TV Shows I Watch:&lt;br /&gt;1: Lost&lt;br /&gt;2: Scrubs&lt;br /&gt;3: Rescue Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all I have time for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Places I've Vacationed:&lt;br /&gt;1: St Maarten&lt;br /&gt;2: Finger Lakes, NY&lt;br /&gt;3: White Mountains, NH&lt;br /&gt;4: Cape Cod, Mass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Websites I visit daily:&lt;br /&gt;1: &lt;a href="http://www.woot.com/"&gt;woot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: &lt;a href="http://music.for-robots.com/"&gt;Music for Robots&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: &lt;a href="http://www.spiritual-formation.com/"&gt;spiritual-formation.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: &lt;a href="http://www.pandora.com/"&gt;Pandora.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of My Favorite Foods:&lt;br /&gt;1: Steak&lt;br /&gt;2: Penne a la vodka&lt;br /&gt;3: Apple Pie&lt;br /&gt;4: Big D cheeseburger from Duchess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Places I'd like to be right now:&lt;br /&gt;1: Fully Here&lt;br /&gt;2: The White Mountains&lt;br /&gt;3: Cape Cod&lt;br /&gt;4:  "Sitting on a beach earning 20%" (said in a german accent)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slink, Greg, Tracie, Uncle Ward...if you guys haven't done this yet feel like playing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-113924448455664095?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/113924448455664095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=113924448455664095&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/113924448455664095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/113924448455664095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/02/tag-of-4s.html' title='tag of 4s'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-113896773943993816</id><published>2006-02-03T06:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T01:13:32.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On finding a pastoral response</title><content type='html'>There is a string of posts and responses swirling around &lt;a href="http://blog.christianitytoday.com/outofur/archives/2006/01/brian_mclaren_o.html"&gt;Brian Mclaren's article in Leadership journal.&lt;/a&gt; The article, I believe, was meant to focus on a pastor's response, i.e. how does one respond in love and concern to a defining question, such as homosexuality. I do not believe Mclaren intended to answer the actual biblical interpretation of same sex relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.christianitytoday.com/outofur/archives/2006/01/brian_mclaren_o_2.html"&gt;Mark Driscoll's response&lt;/a&gt; has also garnered alot of attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As has &lt;a href="http://blog.christianitytoday.com/outofur/archives/2006/01/brian_mclaren_o_3.html"&gt;McLaren's reposnse&lt;/a&gt; to  Driscoll's reposnse. Got all that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fairly confident that God's plan from the begining has been for monogomous realtionships between one man and one woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I appreciate and resonate with Mclaren's choice of the word "agonize," in his original article. I agonize over the separation I may have just put between God and someone in a same sex relationship by the first sentence of this paragraph. I agonize over memories of conversations where I have communicated what I believe to be the truth of God's word regarding same-sex relationships and have failed to communicate the truth of God's grace for us all, straight or gay. I agonize over not knowing how to communicate disagreement with someone on something as defining as sexuality while still communicating respect, love and concern. I agonize over the occasions where I feel like I have done all I can to communicate respect, love and concern and what was perceived was none of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible to disagree with someone on an issue as defining as their sexuality and still be perceived as caring and loving and interested and concerned? Must we choose between grace and truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/tag/brian+mclaren" rel="tag"&gt;brian mclaren&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/tag/mark+driscoll" rel="tag"&gt;mark driscoll&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-113896773943993816?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/113896773943993816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=113896773943993816&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/113896773943993816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/113896773943993816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/02/on-finding-pastoral-response_03.html' title='On finding a pastoral response'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-113811567708304075</id><published>2006-01-24T09:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T18:01:04.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What have I learned blogging: Tech stuff</title><content type='html'>As I think about blogging and why I participate in it, it occurs to me that I haven't learned so much in short period of time since college. And the stuff I have learned blogging I am actually remembering. There is this sum of knowledge that I have been able to gain from blogging that falls into two categories: Tech stuff and ministry in the way of Jesus.  Then there is the personal and relational growth that has come with blogging.  This post is devoted to the Tech stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the links below are courtesy of other bloggers, mostly those in the list to the left in my blogroll.  I should have kept track of where I found these links or learned about these concepts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the tech arena, I have discovered software like &lt;a href="http://www.mozilla.com/firefox/"&gt;FireFox&lt;/a&gt;, my browser of choice and &lt;a href="http://www.openoffice.org/"&gt;Open Office&lt;/a&gt;, an open source productivity suite that is fully compatible with MS Office  &lt;a href="http://www.writeboard.com/"&gt;Writeboard&lt;/a&gt;, is an online collaborative writing tool complete with RSS feeds to keep track of updates. Speaking of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/RSS_%28file_format%29"&gt;RSS feeds&lt;/a&gt;, I can't imagine trying to keep up with any ongoing conversation without a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Feedreader"&gt;feedreader or aggregator&lt;/a&gt;. Gail's laptop has &lt;a href="http://www.bradsoft.com/feeddemon/"&gt;FeedDemon&lt;/a&gt; on it, which I paid and I use a free Firefox extension called &lt;a href="http://www.wizzcomputers.com/WizzRss.php"&gt;Wizz RSS&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned some actual html code. I discovered &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Podcast"&gt;podcasts&lt;/a&gt; and actually created a podcast for the &lt;a href="http://www.crossroadsct.org/podcast"&gt;weekly messages from Crossroads.&lt;/a&gt; I bumbled upon the concept of &lt;a href="http://www.oreillynet.com/pub/a/oreilly/tim/news/2005/09/30/what-is-web-20.html"&gt;Web 2.0&lt;/a&gt;. As a result of a blog recco, I now have two flickr accounts: one for &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kayfamilyandstuff/"&gt;friends and family kinda stuff&lt;/a&gt; and one for &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cccsm/"&gt;ministry stuff&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above are just the highlights I'm not sure I could ever recreate everything that I have gained from blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tags:&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/blogging" rel="tag"&gt;blogging&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/tech" rel="tag"&gt;tech&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-113811567708304075?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/113811567708304075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=113811567708304075&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/113811567708304075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/113811567708304075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-have-i-learned-blogging-tech.html' title='What have I learned blogging: Tech stuff'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-113811143489737577</id><published>2006-01-24T09:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T01:16:39.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why venture into the blogosphere?</title><content type='html'>I have had a couple of real-world conversations in the last week about blogging. The conversations were with non-bloggers. The questions posed to me ran the full length of the gamut from, "What is a blog? to Why do you blog? to Don't you think putting your thoughts and feelings out on the internet will come back to bite you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always kept those black marble composition notebooks. They are filled with thoughts and ideas, prayers and complaints, dreams and nightmares; basically just the the stuff that rattles around my brain. My blog(s) have just turned into an extension of those notebooks, I guess. Occasionally, someone will comment on something I have to say but that is more the exception than the norm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, I spend much more time reading and commenting on the blogs of those who are far smarter and way more insightful than I. There have been times in the past when I have posted something out of guilt. I did not/do not wanting blogging (or the insights and thoughts of others) to become one more thing that I consume. Those posts are usually worthless and if I went back and read through all my old posts I could probably pick those out with out much effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My posts usually consist of thoughts that aren't fully formed. Thus, the "bumbling" part of the title. I process better when I write things out. I guess it forces me to think things through. Take this post for instance, now I am asking myself why I blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tag(s): &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/blogging" rel="tag"&gt;blogging&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-113811143489737577?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/113811143489737577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=113811143489737577&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/113811143489737577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/113811143489737577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/01/why-venture-into-blogosphere.html' title='Why venture into the blogosphere?'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-113754381914284245</id><published>2006-01-17T19:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T19:28:39.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Day</title><content type='html'>Today was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with my 4 year old for a couple of hours in the a.m. (who has been rather ornery lately due to a parentally imposed ban from all movies, tv shows and video games related to Star Wars but was not so today) then off to my buddy Slink's for Cheeseburger subs and XBOX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said it was a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-113754381914284245?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/113754381914284245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=113754381914284245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/113754381914284245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/113754381914284245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/01/good-day.html' title='Good Day'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-113701543629204578</id><published>2006-01-11T16:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T14:52:24.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On forgiveness</title><content type='html'>In a few weeks, I will be attending  the &lt;a href="http://emergentconversation.blogspot.com"&gt;Emergent Theological Conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at Yale.  In preparation I have been reading Miroslav Volf's &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0687002826/qid=1137014759/sr=8-1/ref=pd_bbs_1/103-2666353-8143006?n=507846&amp;s=books&amp;amp;v=glance"&gt;Exclusion and Embrace&lt;/a&gt;. Oh my aching brain!!! It's been a while since I have had to keep a dictionary next to me while reading a book. It's defintely been worth the effort though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volf has got me thinking alot about forgiveness or more correctly a lack thereof. Using Christ as the example Volf writes, " the victim who refuses to be defined by the perpetrator, forgives and makes space in himself for the enemy," the thought challenges me. By not forgiving those who harm us, hurt us, wrong us, we empower them further. Whatever resides in us where forgiveness belongs is a further product of the perpetrator. The original harm is magnified and continued by our own lack of forgiveness. Instead of the common misperception, my own misperception, of somehow forgiveness being a symbol weakness, it is indeed one of strength. Forgiveness is taking control of that which formerly controlled us. I think....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-113701543629204578?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/113701543629204578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=113701543629204578&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/113701543629204578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/113701543629204578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/01/on-forgiveness.html' title='On forgiveness'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-113681898791714964</id><published>2006-01-09T09:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T15:01:46.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Own no property?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tallskinnykiwi.typepad.com/"&gt;Andrew Jones&lt;/a&gt; has been posting a single thought per day from Bruce Larson and Ralph Osborne's The Emerging Church at &lt;a href="http://tallskinnykiwi.typepad.com/ourdailyblog/"&gt;Our Daily Blog.&lt;/a&gt; Below is today's quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 128, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"Consider the possibility that a church should own no property at all"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In many ways this idea appeals to me.  No mortgage, significantly lower overhead, money can be put toward other things...&lt;br /&gt;What if the the local geography is dotted with white clapboard buildings and steeples? What if the local context is heavy on traditional denominations? What if a church in a school or YMCA (gasp!!) was just too non-tradtitional for a traditional area? What if a building made it easier for some one to investigate a particular church because it simply looked like a church?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if being in a public space placed a community of faith in the middle of everyday life?  What if people stopped by just because they saw a sign or flyer or poster when they dropped their kids off for an afterschool progam? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the issues: financial, legitimacy in the eyes of a cynical public, faith traditions of the local geography, being apart of everyday life.  I don't know the answers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody else?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-113681898791714964?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/113681898791714964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=113681898791714964&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/113681898791714964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/113681898791714964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/01/own-no-property.html' title='Own no property?'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-113661095985147472</id><published>2006-01-07T00:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T16:30:43.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments</title><content type='html'>I have gotten rid of my haloscan comments. Any comment older than four months was being held hostage by haloscan. Older comments get archived and are released from the archives only when you upgrade to a premium membership. For those of you who been gracious enough to comment here I still have acces to your thoughts but the rest of the world does not. Sorry about that!!! I'm done screwing with the template. So please feel free to comment without the fear that your thoughts will lost again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/%5Btagname%5D" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-113661095985147472?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/113661095985147472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=113661095985147472&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/113661095985147472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/113661095985147472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/01/comments.html' title='Comments'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-113631838973289106</id><published>2006-01-03T14:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T14:59:49.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiritual-Formation.com</title><content type='html'>Alan Hartung has launched a site devoted to growing in Christlikeness through the practice of the historic disciplines of Christianity. Read Alan's introduction to the site &lt;a href="http://www.alanhartung.com/blog/index.php/2006/01/02/a-year-of-spiritual-formation/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Visit Spiritual-Formation.com &lt;a href="http://www.spiritual-formation.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-113631838973289106?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/113631838973289106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=113631838973289106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/113631838973289106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/113631838973289106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/01/spiritual-formationcom.html' title='Spiritual-Formation.com'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-113631715390308037</id><published>2006-01-03T13:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T21:06:51.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent bumblings</title><content type='html'>Over the last couple of weeks traditional "quiet times," I really despise that term, (a friend from a long time ago used to wield the term like a spiritual sledge hammer) have been few and far bewteween. My bible reading has been specific to preparations for messages or research. My prayer time has been more of the spontaneous kind than scheduling 1/2 an hour to spend with God.&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, I feel like I have known God's presence more in the last weeks than ever before. As I prepared Christmas Dinner for friends and family, I was moved to pray over the food I was preparing and the people who would hopefully enjoy it. And I became acutely aware of God's presence both in the work  of my hands and in my prayers. Racing from dropping my son off at school, to the mall, to a meeting, I knew God's presence.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not advocating a departure from the disciplines of seeking God. Without the disciplines, we severely limit our ability to learn, to grow and to experience God. What I am learning is awareness to, access to and experiencing God is not limited to a 30 minute "quiet time." He is bigger than that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.studylight.org/desk/?query=eph+4:4&amp;sr=1&amp;amp;t=niv"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.studylight.org/desk/?query=eph+4:4&amp;sr=1&amp;amp;t=niv"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;There is one body and one Spirit--just as you were called to one hope when you were called-- &lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.studylight.org/desk/?query=eph+4:5&amp;sr=1&amp;amp;t=niv"&gt;5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;one Lord, one faith, one baptism; &lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.studylight.org/desk/?query=eph+4:6&amp;sr=1&amp;amp;t=niv"&gt;6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;one God and Father of all, who is over all and through all and in all.   Ephesians 4: 4-6 NIV&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In what "surprising" or "normal" or "everyday" places or events have you  seen, felt or experienced God lately?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-113631715390308037?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/113631715390308037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=113631715390308037&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/113631715390308037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/113631715390308037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2006/01/recent-bumblings.html' title='Recent bumblings'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-113599256005009828</id><published>2005-12-30T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T20:29:20.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The right of God...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: arial;" align="left"&gt;This is something I have been turning over in my head for while.  It started as a message/conversation with some high school folks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: arial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he was on earth Jesus exhibited his power over the things of this world; wind and rain, loneliness, sickness, classism, racism and sexism.  In his resurrection he exerted his power over death.  So Jesus offers us the gift of forgiveness  in the shape of the cross and offers us the gift of life, the life God intended for us here and now and life eternally with Him in heaven, in his resurrection.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: arial;" align="left"&gt;How do we take hold of those gifts?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: arial;" align="left"&gt;In Jesus' own words: “Follow me.”  Follow Jesus, oh man, I'm gonna have to change, I'm gonna have to become all churchy, I'm gonna have to be sad and mope around and pray and stop having fun.   Huh??? What????&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: arial;" align="left"&gt;So what does “Follow me” mean?   I think Jesus himself answers this question in Matthew 6&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;So do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?' &lt;a href="http://www.studylight.org/desk/?query=mt+6:32&amp;sr=1&amp;amp;t=niv"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;32&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. &lt;a href="http://www.studylight.org/desk/?query=mt+6:33&amp;sr=1&amp;amp;t=niv"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;33&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 6:32-33 NIV&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: arial;"&gt;Our jobs as followers of Christ is to seek first the kingdom of God.  What is the kingdom of God?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: arial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;For the Kingdom of God is not a matter of what we eat or drink, but of living a life of goodness and peace and joy in the Holy Spirit. &lt;a href="http://www.studylight.org/desk/?query=ro+14:18&amp;sr=1&amp;amp;t=nlt"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;18&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you serve Christ with this attitude, you will please God. And other people will approve of you, too.&lt;br /&gt;Romans 14:17 NLT&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: arial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-indent: 0.13in; margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: arial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;For the Kingdom of God is not just fancy talk; it is living by God's power.&lt;br /&gt;1 Cor 4:20 NIV&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: arial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: arial;" align="left"&gt;Follow me is not necessarily saying the right things. Follow me is not necessarily doing the right things. It is much more than that. Those who thought they were saying the right things and doing the right things, the religious leaders of Jesus' day, were missing the point.  To many of them, the appearance of kingdom of God did depend right action. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: arial;" align="left"&gt;In Luke 17, a group of these religious leaders asked Jesus when they should expect the kingdom of God.  He said don't look here or there.  Look within.  The Greek for within means the soul or the very deepest part of who we are.  The meaning of the term for kingdom is not a literal physical kingdom rather the right to exercise authority or rule over.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: arial;" align="left"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: arial;" align="left"&gt;The Kingdom of God, might roughly be defined as the right or authority of God to rule over the very deepest part of who we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: arial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the very deepest levels of who we are God wants to be there.  What's there now?   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: arial;" align="left"&gt;Other people's opinion's of us?&lt;br /&gt;The pursuit of worldly desires?&lt;br /&gt;Is it fear?&lt;br /&gt;Depression?&lt;br /&gt;Boredom?&lt;br /&gt;Arrogance?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: arial;" align="left"&gt;What is it that is ruling over the very deepest part of us? Following Jesus needs to be about a daily turning over of the deepest parts of who we are to God.  This needs to be our concentration;  making room in our soul for the God who loves us, died for us and rose from the dead for us.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-113599256005009828?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/113599256005009828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=113599256005009828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/113599256005009828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/113599256005009828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2005/12/right-of-god.html' title='The right of God...'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-113450630720786843</id><published>2005-12-13T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T15:38:27.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up!!</title><content type='html'>It's been slightly over 2 weeks since my last post. It has been quite the whirlwind two weeks at that. I got to teach at our Sunday Morning services on 11/27. Here is the &lt;a href="http://www.crossroadsct.org/podcast/2005/11/philippians-3-cont-press-on.html"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; if you want to have a listen.  The message that morning was on Philippians 3: 10-17, Pressing on and finishing the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1608/320/1600/100_1336.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1608/320/200/100_1336.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days later, we left to meet my in-laws at Disney, the most "magical" place on earth. Gail and I spent our honeymoon there and we ventured back a second time to catch up with high school friends. It was a much different experience this time. Seeing and experiencing that place through the eyes of my 4 year old and 7 year old was something else. Almost too much. The guys, suffered from serious sensory overload. Jared fell asleep at lunch on two different occasions, once he actually dozed off mid-sentence. Jake's favorite part was the Indiana Jones stunt show which we did twice and Jared's was the Star Wars, Star tours ride, which we did 3 times. (Gail bowed out on round 3). It was one of those vacations you need a vacation from. It was great to see my &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/wardo68/"&gt;brother-in-law&lt;/a&gt; for the first time in over year. He and Gail's sister Karen were great sports when either Jake, Jared or I had one of our moments. I think my highlight from the trip was the dinner all the adults got to share at the Artist's Point restaurant while the boys hung out in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cub's Den&lt;/span&gt;. The food was great, the wine was outstanding and the company and conversation made the meal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We returned to the cold and snow of the Northeast. I really don't like Kennedy Airport, but I don't want to start ranting. Friday the 9th, we got our first serious snow of the year. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1608/320/1600/nutshell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1608/320/200/nutshell.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even though I work out of the house and the snow has no real bearing on my ability to do my job I still love a snow day. We knew it was coming, so we rented a couple of video games and movies, purchased the fixins for gravy (that's the red kind) and stoked up the wood stove. It doesn't get much better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 11th was Gail's birthday. Special occasions are tough for us when they land on a Sunday. I was out of the house by 6:00 am. At least 5 people got to wish Gail a happy birthday before I did when I finally caught up with her in the hallway at church. After set-up, two services, take down and a student ministry leadership meeting, I wasn't home until 4:00. We celebrated that night with some Italian take out and cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And....I think I'm caught up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-113450630720786843?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/113450630720786843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=113450630720786843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/113450630720786843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/113450630720786843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2005/12/catching-up.html' title='Catching up!!'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-113319001682413679</id><published>2005-11-28T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T10:00:17.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a new life emerging: Please Stop It.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://newlifeemerging.blogspot.com/2005/10/please-stop-it.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is definitely worth the read.  &lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are far too muddy to try to write.  thoughts????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-113319001682413679?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/113319001682413679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=113319001682413679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/113319001682413679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/113319001682413679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-life-emerging-please-stop-it.html' title='a new life emerging: Please Stop It.'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-113253274809233548</id><published>2005-11-20T19:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T19:25:48.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>argh!!!!</title><content type='html'>A friend, who runs our children's ministry, asked me to put together a little slideshow from a recent Sunday morning event.  No problem...Import photos into iphoto, import song into in itunes, mix well, kick the whole thing over to iDVD then burn...15-20 minutes tops. 4 1/2 hours later I was still at it.  I couldn't figure out, for the life of me, why the discs wouldn't play in our DVD player. &lt;br /&gt;I sat back, took a deep breath and in a startling moment of clarity I remembered I had my ipod hooked up to the computer to charge.  I really don't know why this would effect a DVD burn but I unplugged said ipod and tried again. Bingo!!! It worked.&lt;br /&gt;I bumbled into bed at roughly 1:30 am, only to have get up a mere 4 hours later to start my Sunday.  Needless to say I am iexhausted.   Getting sleepy... eyes closing... very cranky...nite nite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-113253274809233548?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/113253274809233548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=113253274809233548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/113253274809233548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/113253274809233548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2005/11/argh.html' title='argh!!!!'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-113208023051157496</id><published>2005-11-15T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T13:43:50.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected gift</title><content type='html'>I received an unexpected gift two nights ago.  I was at fundraising banquet for a friend who is on &lt;a href="http://www.younglife.org"&gt;Young Life&lt;/a&gt; staff.  Fortunately, I got to sit next to an old friend named Nick.&lt;br /&gt;Our wives were making small talk with the folks sitting on either side of them.  Nick leaned in real close to me and in whispered tones started telling me a story about something he and his wife recently went through.  He described to me how they could see the effects of spiritual warfare in their lives, how they dealt with it and how they could see God's hand moving when they dared to live the life God intended; really a very cool story.&lt;br /&gt;The coolest part though is Nick himself.  I met Nick 12 years ago when he was a high school student.  He started coming to a young life club we were running.  Over time, he came to know and follow Christ.   What an amazing thing to think back 12 years ago and then to sit there and listen to this man tell me stories about God in his life. &lt;br /&gt;How I wish, every person who invested time in, reached out to, and hung in there with a high school student could have a conversation like the one I had with Nick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-113208023051157496?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/113208023051157496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=113208023051157496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/113208023051157496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/113208023051157496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2005/11/unexpected-gift.html' title='Unexpected gift'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-113051650913352742</id><published>2005-10-28T11:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T12:14:44.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebration of discipline 6&amp;7-Simplicity &amp; Solitude</title><content type='html'>I have combined my thoughts on chapters 6&amp;7 because I needed to catch up. But as I went through Foster's chapters on Simplicity and Solitude (silence) I realized it makes sense to discuss them together. Foster's take on Simplicity and solitude comes down to a matter of trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust as it relates to Simplicity seems, well, a fairly simple concept. We entrust our possessions to God. We trust that God will provide, we trust that God will care for our stuff and we trust that if we give our stuff away God will honor our act of sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust, as it relates to solitude, IMHO is a more complicated matter. It is trust indeed that that allows us to embark into solitude. Foster tells us that solitude and silence go hand in hand. Here is where the trust comes in: "We are so accustomed to relying upon our words to manage and control others. If we are silent who will take control? God will take control; but we will never let Him take control until we trust Him. Silence is intimately related to trust."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...Do I trust God? With my possessions? I have good days and bad days. When money is tight I am much more likely to say, "okay God I'll take the wheel for a little bit."&lt;br /&gt;This is one where I could really see Jesus looking at me and saying, like he said to the disciples, "Are you still dull?" He has provided for my family in miraculous ways, time and time again. And yet I still feel like I need control over my finances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I trust God? With my silence? When it is just me and God, I have grown to really enjoy these times of silence. More to Foster's point, however, when there are others involved I am much more likely to break the silence. I attribute part of this to leaders I have worked and served under up to this point. Each of them very dynamic, outspoken, often opinionated men who lead with their words. At some level, I feel compelled to a more verbose leadership style. It often feels awkward and not at all my style. The rest is exactly like Foster describes. I often speak to control and influence those around me. I speak to make sure people leave me with the impression I desire. I need to trust God with my Silence.&lt;br /&gt;If I can do that, I think I could actually be a more effective leader, husband, friend, father.  If I were to concentrate on my silence I would be likely to "say what needs to be said when it needs to be said." I would hear more of what people are trying to say to me. People might leave with the impression that God desired rather than the one I desire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-113051650913352742?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/113051650913352742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=113051650913352742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/113051650913352742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/113051650913352742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2005/10/celebration-of-discipline-67.html' title='Celebration of discipline 6&amp;7-Simplicity &amp; Solitude'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-112982272352913520</id><published>2005-10-20T11:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T11:40:29.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Darth Jared</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1608/320/1600/100_1057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1608/320/320/100_1057.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated my younger son Jared's 4th B-day this week. It was a Star Wars birthday; the gifts, the decorations, and the cupcakes. (Gail is an accomplished cake/cupcake decorator.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1608/320/1600/100_1064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1608/320/320/100_1064.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The highlight of the b-day festivities was the Darth Vader Voice Changer. The thing spouts out quotes from the movie, does the heavy breathing bit and morphs your voice into a James Earl Jones replica.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-112982272352913520?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/112982272352913520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=112982272352913520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/112982272352913520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/112982272352913520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2005/10/darth-jared.html' title='Darth Jared'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-112956037784163296</id><published>2005-10-17T10:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T09:51:56.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thougts on "Please no more doing church for them"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://http//thebolgblog.typepad.com/thebolgblog/2005/10/please_no_more_.html"&gt;Ryan Bolger&lt;/a&gt; has started an excellent discussion on creating church services for "spiritual seekers." His premise is that we shouldn't because {my really rough paraphrase} :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;inevitably we will screw it up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it defines following Christ as an hour a week &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it perpetuates an us and them mentality (both sacred vs secular and laity vs clergy)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;perpetuates a McDonald's form of spirituality (producer/consumer)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;A couple of themes emerge from the comments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Total agreement with Ryan's points&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Why does a church service have to be either/or&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;/ol&gt; This one, might be my favorite,  as it hits very close to my suburban home:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    &lt;p&gt;What would it look like to be missional, that is, to apply your principles, in rural Wisconsin, (where IÂm from) or the average suburb? It might look more like what too many on the emerging church scene deride than they would like to imagine.&lt;br /&gt;Posted by:    &lt;a href="http://www.swimminginthedeepend.blogspot.com/"&gt;David&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I live in the cliche that is &lt;a href="http://www.epodunk.com/cgi-bin/genInfo.php?locIndex=9293"&gt;Trumbull, CT&lt;/a&gt;. A suburb, in the truest sense of the word. For the last 2-3 years I have struggled with totally resonating with the hopes, dreams and concerns of the emerging/missional church while living and ministering in the stereotypical context of the seeker church. As I wrestle with this paradox, I am drawn back to this thought from Ryan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:monospace;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:monospace;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What Christians need to do is create meaningful worship through bringing their very own lives to God. Worship must reflect the culture of the community that is currently part of the church...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Instead of mimicking other church cultures, the community collectively brings their own idiosyncratic ways of life to God, whatever they may be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:monospace;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As I have contemplated this post, what excites me, what has eased my sense of struggle is, our little community is emerging in its own right. I think someone would be hard pressed to label &lt;a href="http://www.crossroadsct.org/"&gt;Crossroads&lt;/a&gt; as seeker-sensitive or emerging or whatever. What that says to me is we truly are "reflecting the culture of our community," we are bringing our "indiosyncrasies," whether they be seeker-oriented or missionally-oriented, to God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am indeed grateful for this conversation and the ensuing mental gymnastics it inspired. Many thanks to Ryan and all who contributed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-112956037784163296?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/112956037784163296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=112956037784163296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/112956037784163296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/112956037784163296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2005/10/thougts-on-please-no-more-doing-church.html' title='Thougts on &quot;Please no more doing church for them&quot;'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9241679.post-112923088935434996</id><published>2005-10-13T14:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T15:14:49.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Numb3rs !@$%#!</title><content type='html'>I have had conversations with youth guys and gals from around the country that just flat out make me sad and angry all at the same time.  One youth pastor friend told me he received this direction from his Sr. Pastor: "Don't worry about spiritual development get more kids to your program.  You can worry about the spiritual growth stuff later"  No joke, that was a real conversation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to a couple of guys who run regional youth ministries for a megachurch. They have to call or email their boss the day after their programs and report attendance numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be a part of a ministry where we would brag about squeezing 100 kids into somebody's living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run a youth ministry now where, on a big numbers night, we get 30 students. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been more convinced that &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;numbers&lt;/span&gt; just don't matter.  The only &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;number&lt;/span&gt; that matters is 1. &lt;br /&gt;That 1 student who would never darken the door of a church but shows up at frisbee every week...&lt;br /&gt;That 1 student, who is so hyper and obnoxious, you have to sit on him to get him to stay still...&lt;br /&gt;That 1 student who steps up and leads...&lt;br /&gt;That 1 student who shows up at your house because there is no one at his house who cares...&lt;br /&gt;That 1 student who says thanks you are doing a good thing...&lt;br /&gt;That 1 student who reaches out to his friends because somebody reached out to him...&lt;br /&gt;That 1 student who says I'm never gonna believe any of this God stuff...&lt;br /&gt;That 1 student who finally gets it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take that 1 student over the 100 anyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9241679-112923088935434996?l=bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/feeds/112923088935434996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9241679&amp;postID=112923088935434996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/112923088935434996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9241679/posts/default/112923088935434996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmblfrwrd.blogspot.com/2005/10/numb3rs.html' title='Numb3rs !@$%#!'/><author><name>TK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870494633425034894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pkO3mWoUdNw/THfXghe89cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jeKoRDcrUuc/S220/009-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
