<?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-15622038</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:37:10.694-06:00</updated><category term='Corruption'/><category term='addiction'/><category term='2009'/><category term='Celebrate Recovery'/><category term='disney'/><category term='Journalism'/><category term='Romans 13'/><category term='New Year'/><category term='westboro'/><category term='vacations'/><category term='grace'/><category term='Parenting'/><category term='Statistics'/><category term='theology'/><category term='Distractions'/><category term='Aerosmith'/><category term='Math'/><category term='inauguration'/><category term='Politics'/><category term='Election'/><category term='mccain'/><category term='Law of Attraction'/><category term='hipster'/><category term='Rock'/><category term='campaign 2008'/><category term='Google ads'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='gangs'/><category term='Religion'/><category term='palin'/><category term='resentment'/><category term='humor'/><category term='Quiz'/><category term='john lennon'/><category term='christianity'/><category term='good v evil'/><category term='pants'/><category term='Socialism'/><category term='Yeti'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='God'/><category term='California'/><category term='culture'/><category term='economy'/><category term='music'/><category term='Roller Coaster'/><category term='biden'/><category term='faith'/><category term='attempted humor'/><category term='North Dakota'/><category term='Prayer'/><category term='Affirmation'/><category term='pen pal'/><category term='obama'/><category term='beatles'/><category term='Health Care'/><category term='Samaritan'/><category term='Blagojevich'/><category term='Phelps'/><category term='Resolutions'/><category term='awards'/><category term='cash'/><category term='Nigerian spammers'/><category term='Lord&apos;s Prayer'/><category term='Nikki Sixx'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='Quaker'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='spiritual growth'/><category term='Lessons'/><title type='text'>Front Porch Mood Swings</title><subtitle type='html'>Topics on this little corner of the web will vary depending on my interest at any given moment. I may write a bit on current events, family life, theology, politics, humor, or a book I'm reading. Whatever the mood swing of the day is, I hope you will enjoy your stay and join in.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622038/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sleepwriter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03354809886049098367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ItvullmiKSU/SF1yjDtsDzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/WiNnxAy0Bsg/S220/ats.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622038.post-8136870179239790504</id><published>2012-02-14T09:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T09:47:36.025-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Recovery Works Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/59GN7SmZT8Q?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a video I made for The Bridge. Let me know what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Noise, in my view, is not limited to annoyingsounds or crappy music. Noise is anything that takes up your time ordiverts your attention. What is the noise in your life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I haven't written in a while, not hereanyway, largely due to other demands on my time. As the new yearbegan, I started thinking about the noise in my life. Sometimes,distractions can be so ingrained in your routine that you no longersee them as a cause for concern. This IS a cause for concern. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;You cannot dismiss negative things inyour life or write them off as part of your routine. I know this is abit late for a resolution article but it is never the wrong time totake a look at the noise in your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;• Negative people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;• Negative thoughts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;• Addictions (these can be anything)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;• Bad habits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;• Stress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;• Anger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;• Resentment &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I've listed a few things that can benoise in your life. If there is anything that takes up too much ofyour time for little to no reward or if there is anything that placesyou in a bad mood; take a moment to evaluate why it is in your life.I am not going to write an article promising to go on a diet orexercise more because when (not if) I fail to do those things, thatwill cause me to get distracted from my real needs. I am going totake a moment every day and focus on the noise in my life and let goof things that serve no purpose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Martha, Martha," the Lordanswered, "you are worried and upset about many things,&amp;nbsp; butonly one thing is needed. Mary has chosen what is better, and it willnot be taken away from her." Luke 10:41-42&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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They are a great group of people and they tolerate my perpetual typos and the way we inevitably wander off course in our discussions. They are family and I look forward to seeing them each week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Introduction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sermon on the Mount (Mark 5-7) is the longest collection of the teachings of Jesus in the Bible. The sermon takes place early in the public ministry of Jesus. Some scholars compare it to the sermon on the plain (Luke 6:17-40). Some suggest that it is the same sermon because it is at about the same point in the narrative. Others suggest that Jesus spoke on this theme often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;The Beatitudes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word Beatitude comes from the Greek word “beatus” which means happy, fortunate or blissful. It is often translated as “blessed.” In this section of the sermon, Jesus describes the current condition and the resulting spiritual reward. There are 8 “blessings” in the sermon. In Luke, there are 4 blessings and 4 woes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blessed are the poor in spirit,&lt;/span&gt; for theirs is the kingdom of heaven"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blessed are those who mourn,&lt;/span&gt; for they will be comforted"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blessed are the meek,&lt;/span&gt; for they will inherit the earth" &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness,&lt;/span&gt; for they will be filled"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blessed are the merciful,&lt;/span&gt; for they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will be shown mercy" &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blessed are the pure in heart,&lt;/span&gt; for they will see God" &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blessed are the peacemakers,&lt;/span&gt; for they will be called sons of God" &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness,&lt;/span&gt; for theirs is the kingdom of heaven" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Discussion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What does it mean to be “poor in spirit?”&lt;/span&gt; If a person is physically poor, they know specifically what they need (money, food, clothing, a job, etc). Therefore, if a person is spiritually poor, it does not mean that they lack faith it means they understand they need God to provide for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What does it mean when Jesus says the “meek” shall inherit the earth?&lt;/span&gt; Many people confuse meek to mean poor, but it means humble, submissive, gentle. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Discuss how this can relate to the lesson of turning the other cheek, being slow to anger or quick to forgive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the last beatitude, Jesus speaks directly to his followers and warns &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Blessed are you when people insult you, persecute you and falsely say all kinds of evil against you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;because of me&lt;/span&gt;. Rejoice and be glad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, because great is your reward in heaven, for in the same way they persecuted the prophets who were before you.” &lt;/span&gt;Did you notice that he included the conditional phrase “because of me?” You should have noticed since I put it in bold. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you ever feel persecuted for your faith?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;The Parables – Salt and Light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Beatitudes, Jesus speaks a few brief parables to illustrate his message. Parables can be short sayings or somewhat longer stories with a moral message. They are not literal, but illustrate a greater point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are the salt of the earth. But if the salt loses its saltiness, how can it be made salty again? It is no longer good for anything, except to be thrown out and trampled underfoot.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;w is a Christian life like salt? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“You are the light of the world. A town built on a hill cannot be hidden. Neither do people light a lamp and put it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How can we be a light unto the world without being in conflict with what Jesus says later in the sermon? Matthew 6:1 says “Be careful not to practice your righteousness in front of others to be seen by them. If you do, you will have no reward from your Father in heaven.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;The Rest of the Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sermon contains many other lessons after the beatitudes. These all expounded on the teachings of the Law being taught in the temple. Jesus elevates the Law to a higher standard. He tells us to avoid anger, lust, divorce, swearing oaths, seeking revenge and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These lessons of The Sermon on the Mount focus on love, grace, and forgiveness. Jesus speaks also on The Law and says that it shall not disappear. Clearly, there are many things in the law that we do not do. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Read Matthew 5:17-20. What do you think he means when he says “accomplished?” Read Galatians 3:23 and see if that helps you understand the relationship between Law and Grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Playing Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pharisees often made a public display of their religion. Jesus warns against such things in The Sermon on the Mount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Secret Giving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you give to the needy, do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing, so that your giving may be in secret. Then your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Secret Prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you pray, do not be like the hypocrites, for they love to pray standing in the synagogues and on the street corners to be seen by men. I tell you the truth, they have received their reward in full. But when you pray, go into your room, close the door and pray to your Father, who is unseen. Then your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Secret Fasting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you fast, do not look somber as the hypocrites do, for they disfigure their faces to show men they are fasting. I tell you the truth, they have received their reward in full. But when you fast, put oil on your head and wash your face, so that it will not be obvious to men that you are fasting, but only to your Father, who is unseen; and your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Discuss ways we can give to others without making a public display of our deeds. What can we do for the kingdom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sermon on the Mount can take on deeper meaning every time you study it. I cannot do it justice here and we could never discuss it long enough. Read it again and again. Make it a regular stopping point in your study. You won't regret it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Galatians 5:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;People celebrate freedom on the 4th of July. Some people spend time grilling or swimming and others look forward to fireworks. No matter how you celebrate freedom, take a moment today to give thanks for the true source of your freedom — Jesus.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Just as the founding fathers of our nation wrote a declaration of independence from the tyranny of a king who had lost his sense of justice, Christ lived a declaration of independence from a different set of laws. Not everyone was willing to change in either instance. Resistance to change is human.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Many people live in bondage today. Around the world, humans suffer from hunger, slavery (yes, it still exists), oppression and fear. It is our duty to help our neighbors in need, but we have to understand the freedom we have been given. Our founding fathers stood up against an oppressive government, but our real freedom is in spirit.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;The “yoke of slavery” mentioned in Galatians is the old testament law—the great stumbling block that ushered in grace. However, Jesus brought a greater freedom for us today than could have been imagined by the early evangelists. He gave us freedom from ourselves, from our pasts, from the burden of our own destructive thoughts.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;The Bible tells us that God created good &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; evil. Without both we could not have free will. Freedom is not absolute. We are still bound by a different set of laws. If you don't believe that, try exercising your free will to jump out of a window and see how quickly you find yourself in bondage to the law of gravity. You see, every choice has a resulting reward or consequence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Consider the child who wanders away from his mother in the grocery store. He has a choice: stand next to the buggy or wander off. We have the freedom to wander off but, like that child, we soon find ourselves a prisoner of our despair. The lost are never free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;What are you choosing today in terms of your spiritual freedom?  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;If you are binding yourself to your past because of guilt, shame, anger, resentment, or dejection; let it go. You are free. If you are spending time on things that turn your focus away from your purpose, let those things go. Let go of that person you are trying to fix. Let go of that limitation you have built up in your mind. Let go of that friend or relative who persists in telling you that you are not good enough—that you don't live up to their standard. Jesus thought you were good enough to die for.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Happy Independence Day every day.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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I got a few comments about that, even though I ended the article with no conclusion one way or the other. In truth, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jesus never expressed much interest in politics&lt;/span&gt; other than saying our leaders are given their right to govern by God. I don't believe he has much regard for either party. Recently, I saw a question posted on a Christian web site which asked what Jesus would do regarding the health care debate. One reply to the question stated that Jesus was pretty much a socialist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen many people make that claim over the years, but I have to disagree. There is this utopian mindset among some on the left that socialism is this ideal thing where you help your fellow man and everyone is happy. Unfortunately, if you take a look at most nations who have ever attempted socialism — from the national socialists of Germany to the communists of the former Soviet Union, China, or Cuba — you find a rather repressive society. However, I am not trying to focus on the human rights aspect of socialism. This is a spiritual matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, there are a lot of good Christians who may disagree with my premise that socialism is a sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Being Rich is not a sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people point to the parable of Lazarus and the rich man as a sign that wealth is a sin. They may also point to the story of the young rich King who asked Christ how to be saved and the reply about it being easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than it is for a rich man to enter Heaven. These people forget a few things. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nowhere does it say that it is any easier for a poor man to enter the Kingdom&lt;/span&gt;. These are lessons about greed and personal sacrifice. You see, Jesus was all about personal commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the book of Matthew, Jesus says "when I was hungry, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; fed me." That passage goes on longer, but the point can be made just with that one piece. Who does Jesus say fed him? The answer is YOU. In no translation of the Bible does he say "when I was hungry, you passed a law and took food from your neighbor and gave it to me." Everything in the gospel of Christ is about personal responsibility. I believe the Christian community is becoming complacent.  You can be liberal and Christian without falling victim to the socialist lie. By the same token, you can be conservative and Christian without believing everyone else is going to hell. I don't believe either side of the political spectrum has cornered the market on good will. We should all want to help our fellow man, but passing the buck off to a secular government to do it for us is spiritual mediocrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God is your Source&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God promises you abundance. If you have faith, he will meet your needs and overwhelm you with blessings. In that sense, socialism is a spiritual void. It is no accident that faith was shunned by political leaders in socialist nations and it is not coincidence that Marx, Lenin, and the creators of socialism were atheists. In a very real sense, in a socialistic society, government replaces faith as it tries to provide you with the bare necessities. It seeks to be your source, but government cannot provide you abundance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The danger in this spiritual void is that socialism breeds a generation of people who do not rely on God as their source. Even more to the point, socialism nurtures the mentality of lack. It creates the notion that you do not deserve more, that you are not blessed, and that you cannot manifest abundance. There is a reason Cuba forbids its citizens from riding on boats. People don't risk their lives trying to escape from utopias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spreading the Lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people can no longer manifest abundance in their lives through faith, socialism creates a society with no middle class. When no middle class exists, the barrier between the rich and the poor is more pronounced. It is true that one of the side effects of abundance is greed. That was the lesson in the parables of Jesus regarding wealth. However, if you share your blessings, you need not be ashamed of them. On the other hand, the side effects of poverty are covetousness, envy, and jealousy. This is not to say that all poor people sin in this way because all people are equally sinful in one way or another. Socialism fertilizes these sinful thoughts about our fellow man because it teaches that anyone who has prosperity or abundance has somehow wronged those who do not. What's more, it seeks to take from the blessed and give to those who have not believed in their own blessings. Again, I am talking about the poor class under socialism, not all people in need. Jesus said the poor would always be among us. This is why we are to give cheerfully and without compulsion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Capitalism versus Socialism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capitalism has its own faults. Certainly, as people become financially comfortable they can become complacent or even, at worst, greedy. However, capitalism offers freedom and, as Ben Franklin said, a person who gives up freedom for security deserves neither. Socialism provides for some basic benefits, no doubt, but at what cost? We are spiritual people and we have to look at things from that point of view. In the Gospel of John, Jesus told the crowd that he was speaking of spiritual things and offering spiritual answers. Two sentences later, it says, most of the people stopped following him that day. People do not always consider the big picture when it comes to political decisions. In that verse, people were looking for immediate gratification - just like people today. They wanted someone to give them a sandwich, not someone to teach them to bake bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, when you see someone who is hungry. Feed them. What you do to them, you do to Jesus. However, it is important that you feed them from your blessings. Don't push it off on your neighbor, society, or the government. Faith without works is dead faith. Also, when you feed the poor, don't do it for recognition or publicity - God knows your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot shirk our responsibilities as a community of faith and pass the buck along to government. Government cannot save souls. If we are seeking to provide health care for the poor, take the initiative. Volunteer at a clinic, give to a homeless shelter, lobby your congressman. There is nothing inherently wrong with looking for better solutions. The problem arises, in the faith perspective, when people place their faith in their fellow man. God is a God of abundance, as I keep saying. Socialism, aside from the utopian idealism, is a void where people no longer expect blessings or prosperity and that is truly a god of lack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long time ago, I spoke to a group of friends on this subject. What if we built health care cooperatives along the same model as credit unions? People in a given community or profession could band together and share (willingly) their supply by investing in a health care credit union to purchase insurance for all members. I am not the right person to work out the details, but I believe that is infinitely better than a system of envy and covetousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People of faith of all political persuasions -- listen. Your blessings already exist. We have to teach people to accept them. Jesus was apolitical for a reason. There can be a new way of doing things and a spiritual awakening in the world. This awakening is not the result of an election, legislation, or even a political leader. Acting on faith is personal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Recently, I was reflecting on the story of the woman at the well. Aside from the obvious illustration of Grace, the brief encounter has layers of meaning that can be understood only when we understand the culture in which it occurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Culturally, Jesus was not supposed to speak to a Samaritan woman because he was a Jew. Jesus, as we know, was not one to conform to social norms. So, when he asks her for water it catches her by surprise. This is when we see the depth of meaning in the story. Jesus offers her living water which we often equate with eternal life. However, it is much more. In Jewish tradition, baptism can be done two different ways - ritual washing of hands or immersion. A&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tevilah&lt;/span&gt;, or baptism, is a Jewish ritual cleansing. I have discussed the reasons for Jesus' baptism in an earlier &lt;a href="http://frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com/2007/03/priesthood-of-all-believers-or-why-was.html"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt;, so I won't go too deeply into that here. In many cleansing rituals, the person being baptized must be immersed in a stream or Mikvah (baptismal) with flowing water. The flowing water is called "living water" and is supposed to wash away the dirt. In the traditional sense, Jesus is offering to wash away her sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how does she react? At first, she does not appear to understand the significance. It is then that Jesus begins to reveal his identity to her. When he asks her to fetch her husband so that he can also accept "living water," she explains that she does not have a husband. Jesus explains that he knows this fact and elaborates that she has had five husbands and is currently living with a man out of wedlock. She begins to understand who he is. He confronts her shame as a way to reveal his power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is important to understand here that Jesus is not judging her or condemning her. She is not a Jew and is not under the Law - so preaching at her would only turn her away from his ultimate message. Even today, we see that it is easier to persuade people with gentle words than with condemnation. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Many people have been driven to the gates of hell by well meaning Christians spewing fire and brimstone (condemnation and judgment) when Grace would have yielded a spiritual harvest.&lt;/span&gt; As Jesus reveals his identity to the woman, she begins to understand that "living water" is forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a personal level, we do not know much about the Samaritan woman but we can discern a few things. She'd had five husbands and was currently living with another man. She was not proud of her place in life. It is likely that she had been shunned by her family and, like many women today, found herself in a life that was not what she dreamed of as a young girl. This is revealed by the way she questions why Jesus would be speaking to her. She had resigned herself to a lower station in life and expected little good. It can also be assumed that her presence at the well at noon (the sixth hour in the Jewish view of counting time) was during the hottest part of the day - when she would have seen few people along the way - thus avoiding confrontation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus knew her shame, her pain, her guilt, and her issues with low esteem. He did not judge, but offered her redemption in his "living waters." He spoke to her in such a way that she confessed her wrongs to him. In doing so, he created a believer who evangelized to the rest of the village and many more were saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too often, we follow the example of the Pharisees and apply legalism when we should offer Grace. The Old Testament is an amazing group of books detailing the path of humanity's relationship with God leading up to the arrival of Christ. However, we must remember that the Jews ASKED for the Law and it became their burden. Paul called it the tutor, but what was it teaching? Many would say that the Old Testament laws tell us how we MUST live. This is not true. The Old Testament laws were a tutor because they taught us that no one is righteous and no one is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus came to complete the Law. With Grace came freedom — and that is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But the Scripture has shut up all men under sin, that the promise by faith in Jesus Christ might be given to those who believe. But before faith came, we were kept in custody under the law, being shut up to the faith which was later to be revealed. Therefore the Law has become our tutor to lead us to Christ, that we may be justified by faith. But now that faith has come, we are no longer under a tutor. (Gal 3:22-25)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legalism is a curse, of sorts. To be kept in custody is to be kept in prison. The Law served to bind people in their sins so that they would realize that they needed Grace and Faith and could not be righteous through their deeds. Thus, to bind yourself to the law is to bind yourself to sin. Keep that in mind the next time some well meaning person begins to quote legalism. We cannot pick and choose. If we choose the Law, we must follow all of it. In doing so, we reject Grace.  The Bible also tells us to gently minister to someone when we see them stumble so that we don't also stumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a Christian means emulating Christ in our own lives. So, when we approach someone, it is ok to disagree but it is never acceptable to judge or condemn. We don't have the insight Jesus had. We cannot see the pain a person carries in their life, but if we ask and listen we might be able to ease their burden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622038-5516603496950254390?l=frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com/feeds/5516603496950254390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15622038&amp;postID=5516603496950254390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622038/posts/default/5516603496950254390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622038/posts/default/5516603496950254390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com/2009/08/down-to-well.html' title='Down to the Well'/><author><name>sleepwriter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03354809886049098367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ItvullmiKSU/SF1yjDtsDzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/WiNnxAy0Bsg/S220/ats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ItvullmiKSU/SpdPExTk9KI/AAAAAAAAAMU/8bqPKneUHF8/s72-c/down+the+well.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622038.post-6221663646504498018</id><published>2009-04-05T15:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:52:39.859-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Affirmation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lord&apos;s Prayer'/><title type='text'>Teach Us To Pray</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ItvullmiKSU/SdkaBRx1lEI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Y_WahEH2rkQ/s1600-h/praying+hands+DIRTY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ItvullmiKSU/SdkaBRx1lEI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Y_WahEH2rkQ/s400/praying+hands+DIRTY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321313043969578050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hen the disciples asked Jesus to teach them to pray, he gave us what we know as the Lord's Prayer. It is a simple, yet magnificent, example of what it means to pray. It is an affirmation in the truest sense. As Jesus says in the Gospel of Matthew, God already knows what you need before you ask him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was trying to have some quiet time this past week, I could not clear my head of distractions. Instead, I tuned into a podcast on meditation and prayer. One comment the teacher made stuck with me more than any other. This lesson was about using anything you do as a means to prayer. I may have mentioned before, I pray while in my car. It is often the only time I am alone. While driving, I sometimes concentrate on things that I need to let go of, or I repeat simple affirmations - positive thoughts of thanks and appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never meditate while driving. Keep your eyes open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The comment that stuck with me was provocative - everything is prayer. As I started to think about this simple comment, a thought hit me. God knows our every thought and our heart's desire. If we dwell on something, we are lifting that thought up to God. When we have dwelled on our anger, our resentments, our thoughts of revenge - we have technically prayed for God to cause harm to others for our own satisfaction. What are we praying? I am glad that God's discernment is there to sift through our prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You cannot grow spiritually if you are clinging to negative thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people go their entire lives bitter and resentful. Some cling to anger and loss. Some people, even those who claim to teach others about Christ, have no joy in their lives. What is the point of faith if you refuse joy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we are praying negative thoughts by dwelling on them or if we are not affirming our blessings daily, we are not growing. If you are angry at someone, and refuse to forgive them, you are not harming them. When you forgive someone, the forgiveness frees you. They are not bound to accept your words, but you are free from the burden of your own negative ways. Perhaps this is why Jesus tells us to pray FOR our enemies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Happy New Year to everyone. I hope 2009 brings you all the good you seek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, 2008 was a strange year for me. Every year presents challenges and every year brings new joy and new lessons. As I have said many times, you learn much more from the difficulties you face. I believe this. It is this faith, this belief in grace, that gives me peace. It helps me get out of bed in the mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I grew a lot in 2008. With growth comes growing pains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In January, I abandoned a bid to purchase the design company I helped create in 2005. Instead, I remained attached to it as General Manager and decided to look for other investments. In April, I found an interesting new venture that turned into a real adventure for me personally and professionally. Although it has been rough — and I have sunk a lot more money, emotion, and time into it than anticipated  — 2009 could see that investment turn into profit. I hope and pray that it will for everyone involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my own company, I have taken on more design work and I have developed a web hosting and design business that I plan to focus on in 2009. I hope to post some exciting info on this in the coming weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In February, I had the worst anxiety/panic attack I have endured since the late 80s. It was foolish on my part because I learned that I was not taking good care of myself physically or spiritually. The two are connected. I didn't write about this attack but, as I look back on it, I did learn my limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In August, the new owners of the company met with me to tell me that they were eliminating my salary but wanted me to continue to work for them on a contract basis. I agreed, for the time being, but I was still focused on other investments and upon growing my own company. As I stepped back from them, and I do wish them all well, I learned another thing about myself. I have always treated my clients as if they were my own company. I take an interest in their business, their products, and their lives. Many of the people I worked with over the years approached me to offer me work. It validated my work ethic, and I am thankful for that lesson. It took a few months, but God was again faithful in his promise to prosper me and not harm me. I am glad He is God instead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Thanksgiving, I took my family to Disney and we had a great time. I blogged about it earlier if you are interested. My son now shares my roller coaster addiction and I could not be more proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great Christmas filled with fellowship and family. It was good to see everyone and I look forward to keeping up with friends and family a bit better in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a big fan of new year's resolutions. I believe that every day is a resolution. When you get up in the morning, you make a choice to stay on course or wander off course. No insincere, but well intentioned, statement on January 1 means anything if the discipline is not there every other day. However, there are a few things I hope to do in 2009 that are worthy of listing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I hope to show my kids more of the world and more of the good in it.&lt;br /&gt;• I hope to focus on helping others more than I have.&lt;br /&gt;• I hope to get in better shape physically, financially, and mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in short, I need to pray more, laugh more, exercise more, eat better, sleep better and take a deep breath and relax now and then. That's it. No half-hearted resolutions. I do intend to write more, read more, and have more quiet time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the world determine who you are. It doesn't matter who will be President, what the stock market thinks, or what you do to earn a living (as long as it is legal and doesn't compromise your morals). Hope and change comes from you, not from catch phrases and sound bites. Be thankful for what you have been given. Choose not to participate in a bad economy or a negative environment in your personal life. With the faith of a mustard seed, as the parable goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As C. S. Lewis once said: "You do not have a soul, you are a soul. You have a body." You are here to grow and learn. Savor the good times and pay attention to the bad times. In short, BE GOOD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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This one is more precise than the other one. It's interesting how some of these rankings have turned around as I have grown over the last few years. Let me know how you do. Here are my results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          &lt;span id="text_block"&gt;You Scored as &lt;b&gt;Evangelical Holiness/Wesleyan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are an evangelical in the Wesleyan tradition. You believe that God's grace enables you to choose to believe in him, even though you yourself are totally depraved. The gift of the Holy Spirit gives you assurance of your salvation, and he also enables you to live the life of obedience to which God has called us. You are influenced heavly by John Wesley and the Methodists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;span id="graph_block"&gt;                                       &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;                          &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                             &lt;td width="150"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Evangelical Holiness/Wesleyan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;td width="130"&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 align="center" width="40"&gt;79%&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;/tr&gt;                      &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                             &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;                          &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                             &lt;td width="150"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Emergent/Postmodern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;td width="130"&gt;                              &lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="71%"&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 align="center" width="40"&gt;71%&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;/tr&gt;                      &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                             &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;                          &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                             &lt;td width="150"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Neo orthodox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;td width="130"&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 align="center" width="40"&gt;54%&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;/tr&gt;                      &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                             &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;                          &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                             &lt;td width="150"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Classical Liberal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;td width="130"&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 align="center" width="40"&gt;54%&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;/tr&gt;                      &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                             &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;                          &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                             &lt;td width="150"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Charismatic/Pentecostal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;td width="130"&gt;                              &lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="50%"&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 align="center" width="40"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;/tr&gt;                      &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                             &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;                          &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                             &lt;td width="150"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Modern Liberal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;td width="130"&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 align="center" width="40"&gt;46%&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;/tr&gt;                      &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                             &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;                          &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                             &lt;td width="150"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Reformed Evangelical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;td width="130"&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 align="center" width="40"&gt;46%&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;/tr&gt;                      &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                             &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;                          &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                             &lt;td width="150"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Roman Catholic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;td width="130"&gt;                              &lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="39%"&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 align="center" width="40"&gt;39%&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;/tr&gt;                      &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                             &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;                          &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                             &lt;td width="150"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Fundamentalist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; 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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622038-4312724920624005791?l=frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com/feeds/4312724920624005791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15622038&amp;postID=4312724920624005791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622038/posts/default/4312724920624005791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622038/posts/default/4312724920624005791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com/2008/12/would-it-kill-you.html' title='Would it Kill You?'/><author><name>sleepwriter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03354809886049098367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ItvullmiKSU/SF1yjDtsDzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/WiNnxAy0Bsg/S220/ats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622038.post-4111473157232537023</id><published>2008-12-17T09:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T09:13:16.622-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quaker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christianity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Belief-O-Matic</title><content type='html'>I took the &lt;a href="http://www.beliefnet.com/Entertainment/Quizzes/BeliefOMatic.aspx"&gt;belief-o-matic quiz &lt;/a&gt;over at Beliefnet.com again to see how it would judge me based on my answers to their questions. Although I find the questions a bit convoluted in the sense that there are no answers to some questions that exactly reflect my thoughts, I found the results interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.     Mainline to Liberal Christian Protestants  (100%)&lt;br /&gt;2.     Orthodox Quaker (96%)&lt;br /&gt;3.     Mainline to Conservative Christian/Protestant (88%)&lt;br /&gt;4.     Eastern Orthodox (77%)&lt;br /&gt;5.     Roman Catholic (77%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, my top 5 results are rather mixed. The first one and the third one are overlapping for me because I do attend a very untraditional congregation in a mainline protestant church. However, my beliefs are my own and can be liberal or conservative based on the question asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find the 4th and 5th results confusing but, at least, they are Christian churches —  Beliefnet encompasses most world faiths. I have many Catholic friends and have been to many services at Catholic churches, however I have never considered myself a good candidate for conversion for several reasons. Perhaps that explains the wide percentage gap within my top 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second one is very confusing to me. I have, for some time, tried to focus on my inner prayer life and my personal relationship with Christ. These are all major factors within Orthodox Quaker (Friends) beliefs. I was happy to see that the result was Orthodox Quaker, as some of the more liberal Quaker schools of thought lean toward Universalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is a short blog for today but it was something I felt like sharing. Take the quiz for yourself and post your results back to me in the comments. It would be interesting to share that with each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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I remember the Big Thunder Mountain Railroad, a roller coaster for the entire family, and I smiled as both of my children wanted to ride it over and over again as I had. I was also happy they were brave enough to get on the ride, since our first ride at Disney was a terrifying free fall ride at Disney's Hollywood park. I'll talk about that another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter did not want to go on the other coasters, but my son and I took some time together to ride the more adventurous rides. First up was Space Mountain. Disney is not known for roller coasters, and Space Mountain is very old by the standards of most parks. However, I was not able to ride it when I went to the park, so I was excited to finally get the chance. My son and I rode it 10 times in all. There are no big hills, but the darkness, fast spins, and unique setting made it fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we rode Expedition Everest at Animal Kingdom. Aside from the bus station being located next to what must have been the animal toilet, this park was very nice and we enjoyed it. The Everest ride, like all Disney rides, was heavy on theme but we did not know what to expect from the ride. Again, no huge hills on this one, but it featured an exciting backward portion of the ride, a small to medium hill, some fast turns, and a Yeti. Andrew, my son, and I rode this one 8 times. I think it was his favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we returned to Disney Hollywood and rode the Aerosmith roller coaster. This one was also heavy on theme, but it was nice to hear some good old rock and roll while standing in line. We did use our fast pass options until they ran out and we waited over an hour to ride it once. This one did not have any large hills, but did feature some loops, which are exciting. The most exciting/intense aspect of this coaster is the speed. The premise is that we are in a limo in a rush to get to an Aerosmith show. Once loaded into our seats, we wait until the traffic light changes and then we rocket forward from 0 to 60mph in 2.8 seconds (according to the brochures). ZOOM ZOOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride is very brief, but enjoyable, and I hope we will put it on heavy rotation when we go back in a year or two. I love old Aerosmith music, but I hope they skip over some of the later power ballads in the future. Oh well, at least it was rock and roll and not a rick roll (don't ask about that annoying phenom, just click &lt;a href="http://www.bringvictory.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if you are brave enough).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oddly, the place I remember the least was the hotel where I stayed as a child. Although we stayed in one of the newer resorts, Andrew and I had breakfast at the Polynesian Village, where I had stayed. There we ate some of the best food we had on the trip and had our pictures made with some of the Disney characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a good trip and a much appreciated break from the bizarre year I've had this year in my career. We might not have planned the trip when we did if not for a chance invitation to a reunion website from my old high school. There, I ran across the younger sister of a friend from school who works as a Disney only travel agent. She planned the whole thing. If you are thinking of going, email me. She took care of all of the plans for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already thinking about a Disney cruise although is it really Disney without a monorail?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Granted, it was not intentionally funny but the premise of it was so flawed that I had to laugh - until I read the comments and realized that some of our more self-righteous citizens actually bought the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, the article claimed that North Dakota* is the most corrupt state in the United States. I don't know anyone in North Dakota, but I have been to Sioux Falls in South Dakota once and it was a lovely town. Anyway, I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basis of their calculation is that there were 53 politicians convicted of corruption in the state since 1998. True, that does sound bad until you compare it with Illinois (which is in the news because of Governor Blagovsekhwehgarrrggh's arrest) or California or other larger states. However, the USA Today analysis was flawed because it compared convicted politicians to total population, which is somewhat akin to comparing oranges to ocelots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Most people are not politicians. In fact, very few people are politicians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A more accurate analysis would have been to get the percentage of convicted politicians from the number of POLITICIANS as a whole. You see, since almost all people are not politicians, the percentage of convicted politicians cannot accurately be averaged from the total population — a whole from which it is not a subset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we take the number of elected politicians in North Dakota and get a percentage from the total number of elected politicians (a whole from which convicted politicians would be a subset) then we get a different figure. According to &lt;a href="http://www.census.gov/prod/2/gov/gc/gc92_1_2.pdf"&gt;census figures&lt;/a&gt;**, there are 15,482 elected officials in North Dakota, of which 53 were convicted. By comparison, California had 547 convictions out of just 18,925 elected officials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no math wizard, but California is much higher as a percentage than North Dakota when you compare politicians to politicians. I don't know if it was just sloppy research, bad math, partisan politics, or bad reporting but the premise of the story is laughably flawed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The skewed results of their story only serve to confuse the more weak minded. That's not a republican or democrat view on my part. When it comes to politicians, I say throw them all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* I do not work in public relations for the state of North Dakota, but I am willing to listen to any offers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;** US Census information on the number of elected officials is from page 3 of 1992 Census of Governments at the link above. It is a pdf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622038-3125819754374480587?l=frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com/feeds/3125819754374480587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15622038&amp;postID=3125819754374480587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622038/posts/default/3125819754374480587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622038/posts/default/3125819754374480587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com/2008/12/damn-lies-and-statistics-as-saying-goes.html' title='Damn Lies and Statistics (as the saying goes)'/><author><name>sleepwriter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03354809886049098367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ItvullmiKSU/SF1yjDtsDzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/WiNnxAy0Bsg/S220/ats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622038.post-630806539275881462</id><published>2008-12-07T17:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:29:54.025-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Disney Thoughts</title><content type='html'>We returned from our first trip to Disney in Orlando last night. We left early Friday morning after Thanksgiving with my parents and my sister's family. I don't know where to begin to try to blog about the experience, but I will begin with a few thoughts about the people, places, and things that stick out in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Disney pins. Kids love collecting Disney pins. I wonder how these things move on Ebay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Old people on scooters drive just as bad as old people in cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The food is far too expensive - especially considering the taste to dollar ratio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Disney has grown a lot since I was there as a child. Take a good pair of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The Magic Kingdom had the best parades (if you, like Ethel Merman, love those).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The time between Thanksgiving and Christmas is a pretty good time to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Plan ahead and Fast Pass the popular rides and attractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Look out Mississippi, Michigan is vying for the fattest state crown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Did I mention that the food was really bad and expensive? However, you can go to the Boardwalk or Downtown Disney, or Epcot and find some nice meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I don't really have a tenth point yet (maybe in another blog) but I felt compelled to have ten points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was a good trip and I look forward to going again soon. Details on some of the things we did are coming up in another post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622038-5749060346985518162?l=frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com/feeds/5749060346985518162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15622038&amp;postID=5749060346985518162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622038/posts/default/5749060346985518162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622038/posts/default/5749060346985518162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>sleepwriter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03354809886049098367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ItvullmiKSU/SF1yjDtsDzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/WiNnxAy0Bsg/S220/ats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622038.post-6999034958755821097</id><published>2008-11-04T22:23:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T11:48:53.223-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romans 13'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Election'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mccain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><title type='text'>Election 2008</title><content type='html'>As I sit here watching John McCain give his congratulations to Barack Obama, I think of the life he led for this country. He may not have been your choice, but you cannot doubt that he loves America. Half of the country will not be happy at the outcome of this election but I am reminded of the passage in Romans where Paul speaks of government leaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-28253" class="sup"&gt;Romans 13:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everyone must submit himself to the governing authorities, for there is no authority except that which God has established. The authorities that exist have been established by God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-28254" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I wrote here, a long time ago, that all leaders are given their authority to govern by God. I believe this is true&lt;/span&gt; - even if they are leaders we do not agree with. All things do, after all, serve his purpose. Not every purpose is apparent to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in college at the University of Alabama, I wrote my senior project on black history. I was in a self directed major and a senior project had to be outside of my field of study. It was fascinating to study the tradition of oral history (story telling) that originated in Africa and survived in America. The first generation after slavery brought us the Harlem Renaissance - a cultural explosion that gave us literature, art, and music. Jazz came from that generation, and we can all be grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the returns started to come in and it became apparent that Obama was going to win the day, I switched over to BET and watched the coverage there. The announcers were very gracious, but also very emotional. Understandable. It is an historic moment. One man, and I did not catch his name, made a very good point. Black Americans did not just elect a black President. White Americans just elected a black President. It's important to keep this in mind. It took many voters from a broad cross section of the nation to make it happen. Race was not an issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up in the South, I have always hated the stigma of racism cast upon us by other parts of the country. Racism exists in every city in every state in every region of the country. No exceptions. To point fingers at one region is looking for splinters and ignoring the planks. If this election means nothing else to this country, I hope it finally helps us move past the idea that racism is an institution. Educated people of all colors can finally let go of the past. The uneducated who cling to it will, hopefully, fade away. I wish sincerely that Obama's grandmother had lived one more day to see this moment. I am sure she is watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't agree with Mr. Obama on the ideas of taxes, class warfare, entitlements, health care, or many other issues (without getting into them all here). However, we need to wake up and pray for him, wish him the best, and try to move forward. I don't think it is in anyone's best interest to look to government for answers to personal problems and I hope he will not try to be all things to all people. There will be disagreements - probably many - and a healthy debate is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Senator McCain can move on. He was not my candidate in the beginning, but I  respect his service to our nation. His selection of Palin boosted his campaign when it looked like he had no chance. She might have emerged too soon onto the national stage, but she inspired the base that was content to wait this one out. There is no disgrace in waging a good fight so long as it is not a wasted fight. I hope he will return to the senate and lead for years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what tomorrow might bring, but I do know that America is a young nation and we always have a bright future. Later in chapter 13 of Romans, Paul beckons for believers to wake up from their slumber and he proclaims that we should all put on the armor of light. Maybe this is God's message to America now. Maybe we, as individuals, are supposed to stand for something again. Maybe we are supposed to pray! However, that is a discussion for another day. For today, I ask for God to bless America and may he bless each of us, prosper us and not harm us, and may he guide the new President and reveal his purpose to us all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622038-5341652347172244794?l=frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com/feeds/5341652347172244794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15622038&amp;postID=5341652347172244794&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622038/posts/default/5341652347172244794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622038/posts/default/5341652347172244794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com/2008/10/methuzelah-vs-beelzebub-aka-campaign.html' title='Methuselah vs Beelzebub (aka Campaign 2008)'/><author><name>sleepwriter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03354809886049098367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ItvullmiKSU/SF1yjDtsDzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/WiNnxAy0Bsg/S220/ats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622038.post-875462558720515464</id><published>2008-10-11T08:50:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T11:31:29.381-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attempted humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Coffee Flavored Coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;love coffee&lt;/span&gt;. I am sure I have mentioned this before, but it is worth repeating. I love coffee so much that I have sought help from paramedics for caffeine related anxiety attacks that have resulted in forced moderation. I love coffee so much that I eat chocolate dipped espresso beans for fun.  My doctor said I should cut back on coffee and exercise more. I’ve been working on the proper coffee to bike ride ratio so that I don’t have to give up coffee completely. Wish me luck, I am not a math guru.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes, I may come across as a coffee snob. I’m not someone who rushes out and mortgages the house on the trendy double whammy frothy megabuck cup of coffee. However, I am not a fan of the standard boiled potting soil brand of office coffee either. My favorite brands from the store are Melitta and Illy although I like to try other brands when I find them. i'm really not a coffee snob - if you offer me a cup of coffee, I will drink it. I just have my favorites. People are that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We are out of my favorite coffee at the moment and It’s my fault, I did not write coffee on the grocery list. This morning, I have managed to scrape together a hybrid blend of two different flavored coffees I found in the cabinet. You know the kind of coffee I mean – the kind you get as a gift. I haven’t taken my first sip yet. The thought of some cinnamon/vanilla hybrid blend may cause a different form of anxiety. I will have to look up the number for 911 and have it ready – just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a preemptive “bleh” my first sip was not good in the traditional sense of the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your first cup of coffee in the morning should be, oddly enough, coffee flavored. So should your second. Most coffee should be coffee flavored. I’m old school – it’s how I roll. Sometimes, I like the fancy coffee drinks, but I could sip on a plain old cup of coffee all day – well, until I start hallucinating about death and drive to the local fire station to have my blood pressure checked. One cup short of that, and I’m good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago, I worked with an incredibly nice woman who knew I loved coffee. I was typically the first person into the office each morning &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Note to former college professors: yes, this is me – Terry)&lt;/span&gt;. When I arrived, I would make a nice pot of coffee and could often be two cups into my day before my next colleague joined me. However, the woman I mentioned would sometimes arrive before me and make coffee for us. Bless her heart.  She loved flavored coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will drink a flavored coffee once in a while. Infrequent is a key word here but remember this simple creed: your first cup of coffee in the morning should be coffee flavored. My friend, who was only trying to share with me, would announce “good morning. I just made a whole pot of Double Cinna-Minty Zippety Freaking Doo Dah Blend. You’re gonna love it. It’s my favorite.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then, when I worked downtown, I could drink a cup of DCMZFDD Blend and then head out for an imaginary meeting and stop off at Edgar’s or another downtown coffee shop to cleanse my palate from the lukewarm putridity. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flavored coffee in the morning is evil because it makes you lie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I didn’t have a meeting, I was just trying to be nice and get out of the office. I was an enabler for this coffee behavior. I am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not thought about my friend in a while but my lack of real hot bean juice this morning made me laugh thinking about those days. I work at home now, so "office coffee" is neither flavored nor boiled potting soil (usually). Today, I have had to start off my day with some unholy blend of two different flavored coffees. Coffee Karma gets its laugh. Maybe I will get dressed and run to Publix to stock the pantry and, perhaps, stop along the way to alert the medics to my behavior  - just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Good morning. Sorry I haven’t blogged in a while. Did i mention that I am a slacker? If my friend is reading this, I am just picking at you. Your coffee was good – it’s just that mine was better. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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In my previous post, I wrote about a church missing the point of who the church should be going after. Here's another example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who know me know that I love music. In fact, I like most types of music although I am not a fan of opera or rap. However, I love rock, alternative country, classical, jazz, and almost any other type of music. One of my all time favorite bands, since I was a small child, is the Beatles. I don't even remember them when they were still together, but I remember them always being on the radio. I even took a course on the Beatles in college. The title of this article is a line from a song John Lennon wrote to his son shortly before he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into a discussion recently where someone told me that I shouldn't like the Beatles because they were not Christians. I'm not sure what that has to do with thinking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rubber Soul&lt;/span&gt; is a good album, but okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to research the Beatles and it made me sad more about our faith than anything. In the late 1970s, John Lennon actually converted back to Christianity - having been raised Anglican. He wrote about it in his diaries and contacted, of all people, Oral Roberts for spiritual counseling. He wrote Christian songs during this period (only one of which was released as far as I can tell) and commented on his beliefs to his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows if he stuck with it? That is something between God and Lennon. I hope he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, in reading on the subject I found a quote from him about the song &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Help&lt;/span&gt;, which was released the year I was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I wrote "Help" in '65, and people hailed it as another advance in rock &amp;amp; roll. It was the cry of my heart and nobody came to answer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christians could have come to answer Lennon's cry for "help" but instead "Christians" burned records, misquoted his comments for slogans and attacks, and turned their backs on him. Not much has really changed, if you think about it. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IF  John Lennon died without knowing Christ, how do you think God in Heaven will judge the Christians who pushed him away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the last songs he recorded, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Help Me to Help Myself&lt;/span&gt;, was a simple prayer to the Lord for help. In it he says &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"But I know in my heart that we never really parted."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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You are a Soul. You have a body. - C. S. Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. S. Lewis was a great thinker, a reformed atheist, and one of Christianity's most popular writers. His quote about the soul is one of my favorites because it flips the common view around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often look at ourselves as mortal beings striving for eternal life through religion (a frightening thought) but Lewis' quote reminds me that we are spiritual beings struggling in our mortal shells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="huge"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God has created us to be eternal - it is our human shell that is finite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="huge"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is our spirit nature in seeking religion? It is estimated that there are over 20,000 denominations selling their brand of Christianity in the world today - and I would not even venture a guess at other religions adding to the total. The world is filled with the secular seekers looking for answers. Some are looking for proof of God, others are looking for anything but God. However, why do the religious shrug at spiritual things? Even the religious leaders of Christ's times were bogged down in legalism – church ideas on behavior - and not in touch with the bigger picture. With so many factions vying for adherents, is it any wonder that the simple answer is often overlooked?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="huge"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I was in Bible study and mentioned meditation when one of my friends made a funny face at the term to tease me. Meditation is simply being silent and listening to God, but in a world where religion puts God in a box, we often forget that he likes to talk to us. People go to church to learn, to fellowship with other believers, or for any number of good reasons, but we are often exactly like the disciples who walked away when the discussion turns spiritual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="huge"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus spoke to his followers in John 6 and explained that his words were spiritual words - not of the flesh - and that the spirit held the key to life. Shortly thereafter, most of his disciples followed him no more. To me, this is a tragic comment, but it is not atypical today. For most people, the spiritual solution is not always the first choice. I am bad about this, but I am working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times must I make bad decisions and ask God to fix it before I ask him to guide me to making a better decision in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, many of us struggle our whole lives to find earthly answers to the problems we face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we really believe Christ died so that we might have eternal life — and that is the premise of our beliefs — then why do we struggle so much inside these human shells against the nature we have been given through Grace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything in life happens for a purpose — and we learn more from our failures than we ever can from our triumphs. These physical lessons shape who we are on a higher level. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="huge"&gt;There are times when we petition God for help, but there must be times when we listen to what he has to tell us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="huge"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus said God is a Spirit. He also said that Spirit gives life. Why must we fool ourselves into believing that answers can be found anywhere else? All of life's struggles can be equated to a spiritual struggle, and when we make time to speak to God on a spiritual level, we will find our struggles easier to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problems will not go away simply because we pray. The Bible tells us that a spiritual life will often be difficult, but I believe the solutions will be more easily found and more successful with prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622038-5872903743776310095?l=frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com/feeds/5872903743776310095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15622038&amp;postID=5872903743776310095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622038/posts/default/5872903743776310095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622038/posts/default/5872903743776310095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com/2008/02/great-quote.html' title='Great Quote'/><author><name>sleepwriter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03354809886049098367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ItvullmiKSU/SF1yjDtsDzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/WiNnxAy0Bsg/S220/ats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622038.post-5659411174549255464</id><published>2008-01-21T16:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:20:34.588-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things They Don't Teach You in Sunday School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ItvullmiKSU/R5Uhy3z9UYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RmoliBCzWZ0/s1600-h/dreamstime_hell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ItvullmiKSU/R5Uhy3z9UYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RmoliBCzWZ0/s320/dreamstime_hell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158066106081825154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up a Southern Baptist, I have heard my fair share (and probably someone else's share) of “Fire and Brimstone” sermons. You can always find someone with a problem worth preaching about or a tv show, another denomination, or some evil worth condemning. You can always count on certain groups for a good old fashioned condemnation every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I never have to hear another “Fire and Brimstone” sermon again. I am not inspired by them, and I wonder if anyone has ever been saved after hearing one. No doubt people have been frightened into momentary repentance, but has anyone ever decided to sincerely follow God after a fellow sinner made them feel like crap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible tells us that God does not wish any of us to perish, so why don't we spend more time learning what we SHOULD do instead of  detailing what our neighbors are doing wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus loves me this I know...".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every kid had to sing that in Sunday school, but we grow up and go to big people church and teach ourselves how to condemn and we forget how to love. Sad, but usually true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just once, I would like to see a pastor have an altar call in a service and invite all saved people to the front of the church. People would be stumbling all over themselves to set an example. Rather than asking confused seekers to stand up in front of everyone, believers should be walking ahead of everyone and inviting them to come along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622038-1256908013238277880?l=frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com/feeds/1256908013238277880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15622038&amp;postID=1256908013238277880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622038/posts/default/1256908013238277880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622038/posts/default/1256908013238277880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com/2007/11/faith-addiction.html' title='Faith Addiction'/><author><name>sleepwriter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03354809886049098367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ItvullmiKSU/SF1yjDtsDzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/WiNnxAy0Bsg/S220/ats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622038.post-2482609039949183308</id><published>2007-09-26T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T21:18:34.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought for the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The purpose of a life of faith is more than going to church to "be fed". The purpose is to feed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Moses spent 40 days on Mt. Sinai and wandered in the desert for 40 years. Elijah spent 40 days and nights walking to Mt. Horeb. God made rain fall for 40 days and nights in the story of Noah. There are other examples, but perhaps the most significant 40 is the number of days Jesus spent in the wilderness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During his time there, Jesus fasted and was tempted by Satan. For the last 4o days, I have joined with millions of other Christians around the world observing the traditions of Lent. Lent, for most Christians, is the period of 40 days (not counting Sundays) between Ash Wednesday and Easter). For most of my life (I am only 41) I have not participated in the traditions of Ash Wednesday or Lent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no Biblical mandate to participate in these things (and many denominations ignore them as meaningless), but it is a good way to fellowship with other believers and celebrate the victory of Christ over temptation by honoring his time in the wilderness. Many believers choose this time to give up something of value in their life. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This year, I gave up coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many, this is not a big deal - especially if you do not like coffee. I love coffee. I drink a lot of coffee. Some days, I drink a whole pot by myself. That is too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temptation was great in the first few days and so were the headaches. Even as I passed the midpoint of my fast from coffee, I found myself lingering near the empty pot in my kitchen. One Friday, I helped prepare the settings for the meal at Celebrate Recovery and one of my tasks was to brew the coffee for the guests. Thankfully, I survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, this Lent has done my body good. As I mentioned, I drink a lot of coffee. In the week prior to Ash Wednesday, I had two anxiety attacks. If you have never had one, they are awful things. Many people have different symptoms, but &lt;a href="http://www.webmd.com/"&gt;WebMD&lt;/a&gt; defines them as "Separate and intense periods of fear or feelings of doom developing over a very short time frame". The site also says at least four of the following things will be present:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Palpitations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sweating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trembling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shortness of breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sense of choking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chest pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nausea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dizziness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A feeling of being detached from the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fear of dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Numbness or tingling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chills or hot flushes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I had all of the above except the nausea. Years of assaulting my stomach with buffalo wings and spicy food in college probably prevented that symptom. My last one happened as I was sitting in line to pick up my kids from school. Typically, in the past, I pace a lot when they happen. It's hard to get out of the car and pace without alarming the other parents. So, as I sat there writhing in my seat and tugging on the confines of the seat belt I began to wonder if this was a sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say in all honesty that I believe that giving up coffee for Lent was a good thing. I have not had an attack since. Giving something up for Lent is purely voluntary, but it can be a real blessing if you give up the right things for the right reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will get up in the morning and I will probably have a cup of coffee for the first time in what feels like an eternity. I will probably enjoy it. I will take this opportunity to start over in moderation and give thanks to God for helping me defeat this temptation. It has been good for my health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you gave up something for Lent, whether you made it the whole time or not, I hope this time has been good for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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It is basically a rewrite of an earlier blog from this page with a bit of a different message. I hope you enjoy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pour It On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John 13:3-9&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus knew that the Father had put all things under his power, and that he had come from God and was returning to God; so he got up from the meal, took off his outer clothing, and wrapped a towel around his waist. After that, he poured water into a basin and began to wash his disciples’ feet, drying them with the towel that was wrapped around him. He came to Simon Peter, who said to him, “Lord, are you going to wash my feet?” Jesus replied, “You do not realize now what I am doing, but later you will understand.” “No,” said Peter, “you shall never wash my feet.” Jesus answered, “Unless I wash you, you have no part with me.” “Then, Lord,” Simon Peter replied, “not just my feet but my hands and my head as well!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;s we celebrate the holiest week in our Christian faith, it is fitting to reflect on the meaning of the season. Amidst the pageantry of Cantatas, Easter bonnets, colorful ties, egg hunts, and chocolate bunnies, do we forget the sacrifice of the lamb? In Passover, a lamb was sacrificed for the Seder meal, but Jesus was the lamb who gave his body and blood for our sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In John’s account of the last supper, he places focus on Jesus’ teaching through the washing of feet. When Jesus approached Peter to wash his feet, Peter didn’t get it. He didn’t understand. As Christians, are we not like Peter? Do we have faith, but lack the understanding to follow that faith? If Peter can miss the point, certainly we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I read the book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peter, Paul, and Mary Magdalene&lt;/span&gt; and the writer makes this point about Peter as well. He says Peter was an “all or nothing” person. At first, he refused to let Jesus wash his feet then, when the Lord told him that he must cleanse them, he overdid things in the other extreme. He was enthusiastic, but missed the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of us celebrate the resurrection on Easter Sunday, but do we fully grasp the gift humbly given to us on the cross? It’s human nature to get wrapped up in our own needs and desires and forget that God  has a plan in our lives. Sometimes, we can get discouraged in our faith because we can only see the things we want, and when God doesn't provide them according to our plans we abandon them. It is at this point that we should remember that all things are in His power. He has a plan and part of faith is submitting to that plan. Peter didn't get it at first, but the church was built on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Sunday, my pastor spoke after our Easter musical. He asked a thought-provoking question. What if everything we understood about Christianity ended with Palm Sunday? Jesus was welcomed with much pageantry and was declared the King by many. It was a huge celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if our faith was a great big celebration on Sunday and disappeared during the week? We would miss the lesson of servitude Jesus taught with the foot washing. We would miss the Grace and Salvation delivered on the Cross.  As large of a celebration as Palm Sunday was, Jesus was sacrificed on the cross within the following week. He was alone. The people who celebrated His arrival were gone when the party was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God’s Grace extends the offer of cleansing to each of us. Rather than hand God a laundry list of demands, let’s remember to thank him for the care and planning he has already given to our needs. As we celebrate this Holy season, let’s take the time to serve others, forgive others, forgive ourselves, and accept the gifts given to us on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Lord approaches you to wash your feet, Let him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Like many things with God, it has meaning on multiple levels. Many people associate baptism with cleansing and a profession of faith. While I agree with that position in many ways, it makes me wonder why Jesus needed baptism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The obvious answer is to demonstrate obedience to God for the rest of us. However, as I said, it has meaning on multiple levels. One level I want to explore is the use of baptism as ordination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Jewish tradition, a man could not become a priest in the temple until the age of 30. Further, a candidate for priesthood must be washed by an existing priest &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Exodus 29:4, Leviticus 8:6)&lt;/span&gt;. We know that Jesus’ formal ministry began after his baptism, so was he ordained at this point? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YES!&lt;/span&gt; John the Baptist was a priest by lineage &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Exodus 29:9, Numbers 25:13, Luke 1)&lt;/span&gt;. In fact, he only began his ministry a short time before Christ. Remember, he is only a few weeks or months older than Jesus — it was John who jumped in the womb of his mother when Mary came to visit. Jesus approached John for baptism even though scripture indicates that others were present and performing baptisms in the river that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, according to prophecy (I just love saying that) Jesus was a priest of the order of Melchizedek – a priesthood not based on lineage and without beginning or end. So, although Christ was dedicated as a child, he accepted adult baptism as an ordination. All believers are called to ministry based on our spiritual gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did this have to do with the original discussion on infant baptism? Well, Paul likened circumcision to baptism and Joseph and Mary had Jesus circumcised on the 8th day (according to the law of Moses) and also presented him in the temple and made a sacrifice on his behalf. So, if circumcision is the equal of baptism according to Paul, Jesus did not need to be baptized – having been circumcised already. Therefore, it was far more than a statement of faith (although it certainly was one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jesus was not in need of a cleansing – being the sinless savior of us all. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Certainly, Christ's actions that day were a statement of faith, but they were also done in obedience to the laws of ordination among other things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible says "he that believes and is baptized shall be saved." So, while baptism is an important profession of faith, I think it is fallacy to suggest that someone must be baptized again as an adult upon a profession of faith if they have been baptized already as a child. That’s another article for another day, however. Hint: the Apostles baptized entire households including &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;paidia&lt;/span&gt; which means "babes in arms".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baptism does not remove the sin nature. Grace washes away our sins but every day is a choice to follow Christ. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Remember that Grace precedes faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we can accept that baptism is an ordination, Christ's example set for us that day is that we must all be ordained into the priesthood of all believers. We are all called to spread his word and to reach others in his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go tell it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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I thank him for many other things as well, but I have a few friends who have been on my mind a lot lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a very dear friend who wants to lose weight and has asked me to walk with her. After a few months of talking about it, we have yet to go. I rarely exercise, but I concede that it would be good for me to start. Although our goals for walking are different, the outcome could be the same. We could both get into better shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual walks are the same way. Some people talk about getting closer to God, but never actually go to the park and start walking down any path. I read a devotional in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Upper Room&lt;/span&gt; this week that reminded me of walking. When you walk in the winter, you sometimes bundle up before you go outside, but as you make progress you begin to shed layers as your body adjusts to the activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sometimes, we hide ourselves under layers of insecurity.&lt;/span&gt; We refuse to let others truly know us for fear that they will see our flaws. We build our own barriers to growth. We have to peel off the layers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People struggle with many things in life: finances, divorce, adultery, drugs, alcohol, abuse, anger, overeating, codependence, illness, and on and on. There is no person who has not sinned or struggled. It is important to find someone who will listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For whatever reason, God gave me a gift of comforting. I used to think it was a curse. Strangers have approached me in the past and shared their troubles. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHY?&lt;/span&gt; I questioned why God wanted me to hear them and why I was supposed to carry that burden for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I realized that I am not required to carry that burden for them. This is hard for any codependent to understand (and I think all men are somewhat codependent), but my duty to them is to listen. In Celebrate Recovery, where I lead a men’s small group, we learn that speaking what you are holding secret makes all the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I looked out the window this morning at the gloomy, wet, 20-something degree weather, I laughed that today would not be the day that my friend starts walking to lose weight, or that I start walking to get in shape. Then, I was reminded of the layers of insecurity my friend has shed in our conversations, and it occurred to me that she is already walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I use one friend as an example, it is really symbolic of the struggles in all of our lives. I have friends who struggle with many of the same issues I mention above and I meet people every week who just need to talk to someone.  Usually, they already have the answers but it does them good to share. I pray for them and I hope they pray for me and my concerns as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, people resist walking because they fear they will stumble.  God doesn’t want you to stagnate in your life. He has offered you forgiveness, and you have to accept it. You have to forgive yourself also. This is the hardest thing to do, but guilt, anger, resentment, and repressed emotions cause you harm. If you are angry at someone, does your anger hurt them or you? If you forgive them, does your forgiveness help them or you? The answer to both questions is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you think about it, the only time forgiveness helps the person being forgiven is when the forgiveness comes from God.&lt;/span&gt; He’s already provided his Grace. When we forgive others, and ourselves, we follow his example and we allow ourselves to accept the Grace in our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622038-117042276968601791?l=frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com/feeds/117042276968601791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15622038&amp;postID=117042276968601791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622038/posts/default/117042276968601791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622038/posts/default/117042276968601791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com/2007/02/forgiveness.html' title='Forgiveness'/><author><name>sleepwriter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03354809886049098367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ItvullmiKSU/SF1yjDtsDzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/WiNnxAy0Bsg/S220/ats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622038.post-117041792399088728</id><published>2007-02-02T05:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T06:05:24.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stumbling Blocks of Writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/178/1452/1600/507545/coffe%20and%20book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/178/1452/320/336239/coffe%20and%20book.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lthough I don't suffer from the illusion that I have readers, I have struggled with the idea that I do not write on this blog (or any of my others) with any consistency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried. I have had a lot of ideas, but  the world has a way of saying "not now" far too often.  I write as part of my spiritual discipline. When I write, I can devote time specifically to God, my thoughts on God, and the ups and downs of a spiritual walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to skip a day in my prayer journal, or to miss a week in my devotional study. I never go a day without speaking to God, but I don't always start my day with the quiet time I need. God understands, but I know that my own growth is centered around spending time in my faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had toyed with renaming my blog &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The 4am Christian&lt;/span&gt;, because I tend to write in the wee hours of the morning. However, I don't think a name change is a good mask for my own lack of discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone is reading this, let me know. Is there a topic you want to discuss? I have been working on a piece about why Jesus - who was sinless - wanted to be baptized. I hope you will find it interesting, if I ever finish it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Amen        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Serenity Prayer, commonly attributed to Reinhold Niebuhr, is perhaps one of the most popular prayers in the Christian world. Certainly, it is a beautiful prayer. Although many, including Niebuhr, differ on the origin of the prayer, it has become synonymous with Twelve Step programs around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned in an earlier post, I volunteer with &lt;a href="http://www.celebraterecovery.com/index.shtml"&gt;Celebrate Recovery&lt;/a&gt; at my local church, &lt;a href="http://www.clearbranch.org"&gt;Clearbranch&lt;/a&gt;. It is a wonderful Christ-centered recovery program that broadens the recovery process beyond drug and alcohol addiction and reaches out to other problems such as physical abuse, sexual addictions, divorce care, codependency, grief, anger, and practically anything that can serve as a stumbling block in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, as we recited the prayer in our friday night worship service, I listened and thought about how it applied to my own life. In the past year and a half, I have dealt with a job transition and the obligatory financial stress that accompanies such a transition, four months of unemployment, starting a business, managing another business, hiring employees, replacing employees, and balancing all of the above with being a husband and father. It wasn't easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I lost my job in the spring of 2005, people questioned me because I would not get angry at those who were causing my problems. Although I was mad, I refused to act on my anger. The hardest thing in the world, sometimes, is to pray for someone who has wronged you intentionally. I prayed anyway and I struggled to maintain a positive outlook. God was telling me not to cling to anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never doubted that God had a plan for me and that he was shaping me for something better. After a few months of soul-searching I got a call from a company I had interviewed with months earlier. I had wanted that job at the time so that I could leave my company early, before my job expired at the end of the fiscal year. It did not happen. This time, months later and unexpectedly, the company offered me a consulting job. I accepted the offer in order to stop the bleeding (my wife hated that phrase, but we were spending our savings quickly at that point).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I took the job, it turned out that it was not the perfect situation I had imagined it to be months earlier. I am thankful for the experience, but I am also thankful that God allowed me to see WHY he had not allowed me to have that job at the time. Within a week or so, I got a call from a freelance client who was starting a new company - and they wanted me to run it for them. By the end of the year, I had a stable job and, despite months of unemployment, had made a better income for the year than I would have made if I had never changed jobs. I don't mention this to brag but to illustrate a point. I didn't do it - God did. He provided for my family in His own way and in His own perfect time. The lesson I had learned was to let Him lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the prayer above, I highlighted the part about accepting hardship as a pathway to peace. It caught my attention as we recited the prayer because I have seen others in the group turn to Christ in the midst of difficulty. I believe He used my experiences to shape me to be a better servant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have to get our lives straight before we approach God. In times of trouble, God pulls us closer to Him. In the last year, I have become more involved in my church, its ministries, and I have been on an Emmaus walk. Although I cannot say I enjoyed the difficulties from a year ago, I am thankful for them because they drew me closer to God. I am thankful that He lifted me up and gave me the wisdom to know the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't set out to write a testimony when I wrote this. I had intended to write a short piece about seeing God in the little details in life. Hopefully, I have done both.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622038-115492204793123078?l=frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com/feeds/115492204793123078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15622038&amp;postID=115492204793123078&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622038/posts/default/115492204793123078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622038/posts/default/115492204793123078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com/2006/08/serenity.html' title='Serenity'/><author><name>sleepwriter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03354809886049098367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ItvullmiKSU/SF1yjDtsDzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/WiNnxAy0Bsg/S220/ats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622038.post-115489534888530874</id><published>2006-08-06T15:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T21:25:43.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Spotlight on Locust and Honey</title><content type='html'>I was recently featured on the &lt;a href="http://locustsandhoney.blogspot.com/2006/08/methodist-blogger-profile-terry.html"&gt;Locust and Honey&lt;/a&gt; blog of John the Methodist. Thanks for including me and I am humbled that anyone cares to read what I have to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622038-115320353154712965?l=frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com/feeds/115320353154712965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15622038&amp;postID=115320353154712965&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622038/posts/default/115320353154712965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622038/posts/default/115320353154712965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com/2006/07/rapture-teaching-is-it-harming-church.html' title='Rapture Teaching – Is it Harming the Church?'/><author><name>sleepwriter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03354809886049098367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ItvullmiKSU/SF1yjDtsDzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/WiNnxAy0Bsg/S220/ats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622038.post-115318887410654808</id><published>2006-07-17T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T21:14:34.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Standing in the Need of Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/178/1452/1600/journal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/178/1452/200/journal.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ately, I have fallen behind on several things, one of which is this blog. I enjoy writing because it clears my head and helps me focus my own thoughts. This blog has helped me give a lot more thought to issues that are important to me - faith, family, and other things that I didn't even write about. However, I am getting behind on much more important writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my prayer life, I have devoted time each day to keeping a prayer journal.  Well, I had been devoting time to a prayer journal, but even that has fallen to the side. For months, I set aside time each day to write down my thoughts and pray about them. It is very rewarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping a prayer journal is not a mandate from above, it is simply a way for me to set aside time and focus on my thoughts and remember other people's needs as well as my own. It is a time to reflect on the good things in my life, and I am thankful for those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people complain that writing your prayers down is a way of testing God or keeping score. Not for me. Setting aside time to write down my prayers each day is a way to develop the good habit of setting aside time each day for God. That's a good habit. Putting it in writing is a way to keep myself accountable - a physical reminder to focus. God doesn't need help in that area, but I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen many prayers answered in the time that I have kept my journal. Some of them were for me and many were for other people. There is an old gospel song called "Standing in the Need of Prayer" that reminds me of life. Aren't we all in need of prayer? If you set aside time each day to focus on God, don't forget to say a prayer for those of us who are standing in the need of prayer. We all need it, but not everyone knows to ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622038-114731063518684753?l=frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com/feeds/114731063518684753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15622038&amp;postID=114731063518684753&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622038/posts/default/114731063518684753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622038/posts/default/114731063518684753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-get-what-you-expect.html' title='You Get What You Expect'/><author><name>sleepwriter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03354809886049098367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ItvullmiKSU/SF1yjDtsDzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/WiNnxAy0Bsg/S220/ats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622038.post-114652527238466589</id><published>2006-05-01T18:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T18:14:32.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Immigration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/178/1452/1600/stop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/178/1452/200/stop.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of the biggest issues in our country, presently, is the issue of immigration. As Christians, we have an opportunity to lead by example. The question is, which direction shall we go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible is filled with examples of kindness toward aliens in strange lands. Remember, it says to the Israelites in  Leviticus, that you were aliens in Egypt (Leviticus 19:34). We are instructed to show kindness to aliens living among us and treat them as we wish to be treated. Further, it says to leave enough food behind in your crops so that passers-by will find enough to eat (Leviticus 23:22).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the Bible tells us that aliens must abide by the same laws as the citizens of the country they enter. A quick search of an online Bible will show numerous passages that reference the treatment of aliens. I use &lt;a href="http://www.crosswalk.com"&gt;crosswalk.com&lt;/a&gt; as my online Bible, but there are several good sources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible also tells us that we are to abide by the laws given to us by our leaders. Romans 13:1 tells us that we are to submit to the government because the authority to rule comes from God. Sometimes, when looking at the state of politics in the world, it is easy to forget that there is a purpose beyond our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The issue of immigration puts the Christian in an interesting position. On one hand, we are commanded to obey the laws of our land and on the other, we are told to show compassion to strangers in our homeland. So, if we cannot provide comfort to an alien (read that to mean illegal alien) without breaking the law, then the solution must come from Christians in government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we are to petition our leaders for laws that are compassionate toward the aliens, but sensitive to the needs of those who are here legally. Amnesty is not going to work, and neither is mass deportation. Perhaps church and government can work together to reach the needy in this growing segment of our population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we can develop ministries to teach language skills, courses in citizenship, and reach out to a community that is often in hiding. Let's not encourage illegal immigration, but let's assist the government and our communities by helping create legal citizens out of the aliens who are already here. Let's close our borders, but welcome those at our gates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I would like to see our laws respected and obeyed. Our nation is a nation of immigrants and we should welcome legal immigrants with open arms. Illegal immigrants should respect our laws and be punished if they do not. We are to love our neighbor no matter who they are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622038-114636562567635626?l=frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com/feeds/114636562567635626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15622038&amp;postID=114636562567635626&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622038/posts/default/114636562567635626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622038/posts/default/114636562567635626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com/2006/04/thought-for-day.html' title='Thought for the Day'/><author><name>sleepwriter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03354809886049098367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ItvullmiKSU/SF1yjDtsDzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/WiNnxAy0Bsg/S220/ats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622038.post-114455719877723931</id><published>2006-04-08T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T23:43:37.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/178/1452/1600/jesusAW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/178/1452/320/jesusAW.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;he detractors are at it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of days ago, I saw a man on television claiming to know the whereabouts of a couple of letters he alleges where written by Jesus to the Sanhedrin. Yes, THAT Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, Christians have been bombarded by claims from “experts” who have information they claim contains the real truth about Jesus, the church, or some other biblical event. Whether it is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Da Vinci Code&lt;/span&gt; alleging some great plot by the church, or the Jesus Seminar denying the deity of Christ (or claiming he was not resurrected but was eaten by dogs), these so-called experts get a lot of attention from the secular media even though they never offer any proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this latest attack on people of faith, Jesus allegedly writes to the Sanhedrin and claims he is not the Son of God, but is just simply filled with the spirit. Of course, all of this hype is leading up to the latest novel about the church keeping secrets from the world to build up the image of Christ. It will be a best seller, but let us pray that seekers who find it will be led to read the Bible as a result instead of taking fiction as fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man on the news, whose name I cannot remember, claims to have seen the papyrus letters which were found under a house in Israel in the 1960’s. Never mind that experts testify that papyrus could not have survived in such a hostile environment. Never mind the fact that the letters were written in Aramaic, and the man cannot read that language. So, how does he know what they say? He also claims that Jesus survived the crucifixion and was aided by Pilate in this deception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds like good fiction, actually. Unfortunately, there are those out there who will be willing to accept it blindly. Instead of developing a personal relationship with Jesus, modern culture often encourages a spirituality that creates a Jesus who conforms to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s interesting that so many people when they are seeking spiritual answers in life will turn to Gnostic ideas about Christ. Why is it that people want to believe there is some hidden knowledge that they must find in order to understand God? Why is it that there are so many people willing to publish their own ideas on that hidden knowledge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of things in the universe that we simply do not know, but the secret of salvation is not among those things. Pray that God’s grace will be revealed to all who are seeking Him so that they do not stumble trying to create their own version of Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622038-114455719877723931?l=frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com/feeds/114455719877723931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15622038&amp;postID=114455719877723931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622038/posts/default/114455719877723931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622038/posts/default/114455719877723931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com/2006/04/personal-jesus.html' title='Personal Jesus'/><author><name>sleepwriter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03354809886049098367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ItvullmiKSU/SF1yjDtsDzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/WiNnxAy0Bsg/S220/ats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622038.post-114332494550183804</id><published>2006-03-25T16:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T17:11:47.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Guilty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/178/1452/1600/crucifixion.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/178/1452/200/crucifixion.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt; spoke to a new friend recently who was recommitting his life to Christ. He complained that the Christian life is hard. He is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about some of our personal faults and how we pay more attention. In the past, we might have done these things without giving a thought to the impact our actions had on the people around us. My friend mentioned that there are so many things in his life he wants to change that he feels he may never be the person he wants to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His words made me think. It is a lot like the Jews of Jesus’ time who were so focused on religious law that they could not see redemption staring them in the face. How many people never approach God because they feel they can never please him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter, the most Holy of Christian holidays, is less than a month away. Let’s not forget the sacrifice made on our behalf. One popular modern Bible translation presents Romans 3:22 in a way that says God acquits us of our sins and that he declares us “not guilty”. Interesting that it never says we are “innocent”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We are not innocent of our sins.&lt;/span&gt; However, for those who accept the gift of salvation, the price has already be paid on our behalf. Another friend said recently that refusing to approach God because of your sins is like telling God that his sacrifice is not good enough for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it is a good thing I am not God. That would make me angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wait until you are right with God before you approach him – you will never approach him. We are all sinners who fall short. Instead, approach God and let him redeem you. Learn from your mistakes and allow God to shape you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christian life is hard, but it is worth the effort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622038-114332494550183804?l=frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com/feeds/114332494550183804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15622038&amp;postID=114332494550183804&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622038/posts/default/114332494550183804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622038/posts/default/114332494550183804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com/2006/03/not-guilty.html' title='Not Guilty!'/><author><name>sleepwriter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03354809886049098367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ItvullmiKSU/SF1yjDtsDzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/WiNnxAy0Bsg/S220/ats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622038.post-114124601128904120</id><published>2006-03-01T14:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T21:24:27.443-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Ash Wednesday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/178/1452/1600/interesting%20view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/178/1452/400/interesting%20view.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; turned 40 years old this past Fall. 40 is a significant number in the Bible. The Genesis flood was accompanied by 40 days and nights of rain. The Jews wandered through their temptation in the desert for 40 years. Jesus spent 40 days in the wilderness fasting and contemplating his mission. It is this last one that is significant on this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you may ask, how is this my first Ash Wednesday? I have lived through 39 previous Ash Wednesdays in my life, but this year was different. For the first time ever, I joined millions of Christians around the world by having my forehead anointed with ashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Christians, we are to try to be Christ-like in our lives. Such is the meaning of the word. We all fall short, of course. On Ash Wednesday, we take a moment to reflect on our lives and on the ways we have fallen short and we ask God to help us reshape our lives to better serve Him. We repent. In ancient times, people covered themselves with ashes in mourning and also to signify repentance from sins. By anointing our heads with ashes, Christians publicly confess that we are not perfect, that we have flaws, and that we want to do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christ’s life, he spent forty days in the wilderness fasting and praying. During this time, Satan tempted Jesus to get him to abandon his purpose. During the 40 days leading up to Easter, many people abstain from certain things in their lives to remember this temptation. Symbolically, we are in the wilderness. This period is known as Lent and leads up to Easter, the most sacred of all days to Christians. With the resurrection, Jesus defeated sin and death and made salvation through grace possible for all men willing to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Significantly, Jesus’ earthly ministry lasted another 40 days until he ascended to Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s a layman’s nutshell version of the meaning of this day. I have always known it, but I have never observed it for the Christian experience it really is. It is a time to look to the sky and contemplate Christ’s purpose for our lives just as he contemplated his mission during his spiritual retreat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622038-114124475025257334?l=frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com/feeds/114124475025257334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15622038&amp;postID=114124475025257334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622038/posts/default/114124475025257334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622038/posts/default/114124475025257334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com/2006/03/book-review-of-sorts-renovar-spiritual.html' title='Book Review, Of Sorts -The Renovaré Spiritual Formation Bible'/><author><name>sleepwriter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03354809886049098367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ItvullmiKSU/SF1yjDtsDzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/WiNnxAy0Bsg/S220/ats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622038.post-113977334112993503</id><published>2006-02-12T13:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T21:13:49.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrate Recovery - There is a Time to Heal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/178/1452/1600/CRWEB.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/178/1452/200/CRWEB.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ecclesiastes 3:1 For everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ate last year, my pastor challenged the congregation at &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" href="http://www.clearbranch.org"&gt;Clearbranch UMC&lt;/a&gt; to make a difference in our lives and in our community by getting involved in a ministry opportunity. I have always been the type of person who wants to help people, so I decided to give our new Celebrate Recovery ministry a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, I was a bit naïve to think that I was going to just show up and start helping people change their lives. In fact, I learned so much about myself in the first few weeks that I feel like I am becoming a new person through my participation in the program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made a lot of new friends through this ministry, and this has been a real blessing because I have not been at Clearbranch very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the leaders, who I am privileged to assist with the men’s chemically dependent small group, said something very profound.&lt;blockquote&gt; “People often won’t seek help until the pain becomes greater than the fear."&lt;/blockquote&gt; How true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate Recovery has dinner, a praise service, small groups, and a café social every Friday night at our church. It is open to anyone with a “hurt, habit, or hang up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There are small groups for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adult Children of the Chemically Addicted&lt;br /&gt;Abuse&lt;br /&gt;Anger - Men's &amp; Women's Groups&lt;br /&gt;Chemically Dependent - Men's &amp;amp; Women's Groups&lt;br /&gt;Codependent - Men's &amp; Women's Groups&lt;br /&gt;Codependent Women in a Relationship with a Sexually Addicted Man&lt;br /&gt;Eating Disorders - Women's Group&lt;br /&gt;Financial Recovery - Men's &amp;amp; Women's Group&lt;br /&gt;Food Addiction - Women's Group&lt;br /&gt;Love and Relationship Addiction - Women's Group&lt;br /&gt;Sexual Addiction - Men's &amp; Women's Group&lt;br /&gt;Women in Recovery from Sexual / Physical / Emotional Abuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate Recovery meets every Friday at Clearbranch UMC in Trussville/Argo, AL. Please feel free to join us. Call 205-655-9414 for more information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ps – I designed the poster (above)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622038-113977334112993503?l=frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com/feeds/113977334112993503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15622038&amp;postID=113977334112993503&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622038/posts/default/113977334112993503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622038/posts/default/113977334112993503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com/2006/02/celebrate-recovery-there-is-time-to.html' title='Celebrate Recovery - There is a Time to Heal'/><author><name>sleepwriter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03354809886049098367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ItvullmiKSU/SF1yjDtsDzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/WiNnxAy0Bsg/S220/ats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622038.post-113725922510563575</id><published>2006-01-14T11:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T14:45:31.323-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Your Pastor Insane?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/178/1452/1600/1358752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/178/1452/400/1358752.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;f insanity can be defined as doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results, can you claim you Pastor is insane? If not your pastor, is your Church insane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s something to think about. In respect to that definition, are we not all insane when it comes to certain things in our lives? Why should religion be any different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up in a Baptist church with a thriving youth group, a beautiful sanctuary, and a ministry for everyone of every age in the congregation. However, the church was located in a declining area of town and it did NOTHING to reach out to the community around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some wonderful people in that church who showed up every time the doors were open. They were involved in leadership roles in the church and in the community. They had a great impact on my life and I would not be the person I am today if not for the attention they gave to me as a child. But, they refused to change, to reach out, to adapt, and now the church is defunct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In today's seeker culture, we must respond to the challenge and reach out to seekers while providing substance for believers. It is not enough to be the Christian themed social club. Churches must provide the milk for new believers but must also provide a path to the meat of the faith. If we get to the point that our focus is taken away from the whole community, we have lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot place all of the responsibility on your pastor or on a select group of leaders within the church. We must embrace the concept of the ministry of all believers and get involved where needed so that seekers who wander in do not wander back out. Christians need to live the Great Commission and help those who God sends into our fold grow into mature adherents of the faith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622038-113725922510563575?l=frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com/feeds/113725922510563575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15622038&amp;postID=113725922510563575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622038/posts/default/113725922510563575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622038/posts/default/113725922510563575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com/2006/01/is-your-pastor-insane.html' title='Is Your Pastor Insane?'/><author><name>sleepwriter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03354809886049098367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ItvullmiKSU/SF1yjDtsDzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/WiNnxAy0Bsg/S220/ats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622038.post-113665102755707757</id><published>2006-01-07T10:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T00:29:16.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spreading Hatred in God's Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/178/1452/1600/questionsand%20confusion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/178/1452/200/questionsand%20confusion.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;he “Reverend” Fred Phelps and his army of contempt are at it again. This time, they have decided to picket the memorial services of the 12 miners who died in West Virginia. Why? According to their press release, West Virginia is a state of "fag lovers" and God killed the miners, sent them to Hell, and laughed about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remind me again why Christians get a hard time in our culture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hesitate to write about this man and his followers because I don’t want to give any undue attention to their cause. On his website, &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.godhatesfags.com"&gt;www.godhatesfags.com&lt;/a&gt;, he states clearly that the Bible preaches &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.godhatesfags.com/main/faq.html#Hate"&gt;hate&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m reminded of a quote from Thomas Sowell that someone shared with me recently. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It is usually futile to try to talk facts and analysis to people who are enjoying a sense of moral superiority in their ignorance."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those unfortunate enough to see the Phelpsians celebrate pain and suffering, please don't judge Christianity by their actions. They also issued press releases thanking God for the tornados in Indiana, thanking God for aids, and declaring that all U.S. soldiers killed in Iraq are burning in Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God does have wrath and, according to prophecy, will act upon it again one day. He certainly dislikes sin, all sin, and promises a dire destination for those who don’t repent. However, he never instructs the ignorant among us to celebrate the pain and sorrow of our neighbors. Certainly, we should never rejoice over souls that have been lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus reached out and embraced the sinners he met in his own walk on earth. He fought the hardest against the pious, legalistic, church leaders who sought to condemn rather than redeem. I fear that people like Phelps do more to turn people away from seeking Christ than they could ever do to spread the gospel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the Phelpsians had been present as church elders were attempting to stone the sinful woman (John 8:7), would they have been Christ-like in chiding the stone throwers, or would they have been celebrating the woman’s impending death, taunting her family at her funeral, and thanking God for killing someone they hate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christians do not celebrate anyone entering Hell. It may be hard to do, but we should pray for Reverend Phelps. He might claim he doesn’t want our prayers, but we aren’t praying to him but rather for him. May God show him the error of his ways before it is too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622038-113665102755707757?l=frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com/feeds/113665102755707757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15622038&amp;postID=113665102755707757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622038/posts/default/113665102755707757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622038/posts/default/113665102755707757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com/2006/01/spreading-hatred-in-gods-name.html' title='Spreading Hatred in God&apos;s Name'/><author><name>sleepwriter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03354809886049098367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ItvullmiKSU/SF1yjDtsDzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/WiNnxAy0Bsg/S220/ats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622038.post-113665080548845077</id><published>2006-01-07T10:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T00:32:40.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Book of Daniel: a Review, of Sorts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/178/1452/1600/tv.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/178/1452/200/tv.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ast night, I had every intention of watching the NBC show &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Book of Daniel&lt;/span&gt; and delivering a review on this blog. I did watch the first hour of the show, but I have to confess that I am a HUGE fan of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Battlestar Galactica&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Book of Daniel&lt;/span&gt; could not hold my interest enough to keep me from flipping channels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had heard a lot of controversy about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Book of Daniel&lt;/span&gt; but was unwilling to condemn it based on the protests (or praise it based on the hype). I should point out, also, that my background is in public relations and I don’t consider negative press to be a bad thing in and of itself. Many, like me, probably would never have heard of the show or watched it if not for the protests. Score one for public relations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I do not agree with those who say that the show casts our Lord Jesus Christ in a bad light. It does, unfortunately, cast him in a bad show. The family is too dysfunctional, even for the purpose of satire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may object and say that the depiction of Jesus is too tolerant of sin. Since we all fall short, it's not a bad thing to imagine that Jesus is willing to give everyone another chance. We are all sinners, and he is still willing to speak to any of us. Some may object to his contemporary manner, but does anyone really think Christ speaks in King James English? Some may not like that he cracks jokes like a wise cracking fraternity brother, but the Bible contains examples of satire and sarcasm too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what is the problem with the show that caused a minor stir among some Christians? Perhaps we have come to expect a jab from pop culture and braced ourselves for another. The real problem with the show is that it isn't very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may watch again, when it moves to a shorter format, and doesn't conflict with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Battlestar Galactica&lt;/span&gt;. I hope it gets better because I think it is good for those who may be seeking answers in life to see Jesus as a friend. For most believers, the show is not going to offer much of substance. However, if even one seeker finds Christ then maybe it isn’t so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I shouldn’t be disappointed in the show, but I am. After so many efforts (real and imagined) of late to remove references to Jesus from our culture, it’s good to see him getting work at all. Funny that Jesus turns out to be the most redeeming character in the show, but redeemer has always been his role. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He was born to play it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622038-113618025607761020?l=frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com/feeds/113618025607761020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15622038&amp;postID=113618025607761020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622038/posts/default/113618025607761020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622038/posts/default/113618025607761020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com/2006/01/why-front-porch-mood-swings.html' title='Why Front Porch Mood Swings?'/><author><name>sleepwriter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03354809886049098367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ItvullmiKSU/SF1yjDtsDzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/WiNnxAy0Bsg/S220/ats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622038.post-113453619399731814</id><published>2005-12-13T21:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T17:22:23.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Minutes of Fame Comes to an End</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/178/1452/1600/15%20minutes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/178/1452/200/15%20minutes.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Romans 13:4-5 For government is God's servant to you for good. But if you do wrong, be afraid, because it does not carry the sword for no reason. For government is God's servant, an avenger that brings wrath on the one who does wrong. Therefore, you must submit, not only because of wrath, but also because of your conscience.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tookie Williams lived on death row for nearly 26 years. His first victim, Albert Owens, was 26 years old when he was murdered execution style in 1979.  I mention Owens by name because I think the comparison to his age and the speed of the justice system is significant. Albert Owens would have been 52 years old, but he didn’t make it. Williams also murdered a family of Taiwanese immigrants, The Yangs, who would all have reached retirement age by now. He didn’t just murder them he celebrated their deaths. According to reports, Williams, danced around his victims repeating racist remarks, laughing, and mocking them as they fought for their last breathes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tookie Williams was nominated for the Nobel Peace prize five times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m no great fan of the death penalty. It should be used sparingly. I don't celebrate the taking of any life. I want to tell myself that people can change. I couldn’t get through the day, some days, without my belief in grace and redemption. Some people claim that Tookie Williams changed from cold-blooded murdered to author of children’s books. Good, but this story is not about Tookie Williams. The story should be about Owens, and the Yang family, and the countless other victims who have been tortured and killed by Tookie’s disciples, the Crips gang.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to many people who knew him in prison, Williams did not change. Sure, he wrote a few unpopular children's books, but that's not enough. He was often in fights, causing trouble, instructing gang members, and threatening guards. To some people, that does not matter. I can respect someone’s genuine belief that the death penalty is wrong, but don’t tell me he was a good guy. Don't tell me he was a victim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a woman on television claiming that she was going to prove that Williams was innocent and that Governor Schwarzenegger was the real murderer. I don’t think so. Williams was convicted by a jury and sentenced by a court. His appeals failed then, and they failed again because no new reason to spare him was presented. In 26 years, no one rushed to his defense with new evidence. No one cared until there was a political point to be made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be difficult for a governor, any governor, to enforce the law and proceed with a state execution.  What does it feel like to know that a life will continue or end depending on your actions? That thought never crossed the mind of Tookie Williams. He pulled the trigger. He never apologized and went to his death unrepentant. He even refused spiritual guidance in his last moments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be frightening to sit in a cell knowing that you are about to die. Tookie Williams had 26 years to ponder his life and his death. That’s 26 years longer than his victims were given. What would they have done with their lives? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ll never know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15622038-113453619399731814?l=frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com/feeds/113453619399731814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15622038&amp;postID=113453619399731814&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622038/posts/default/113453619399731814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15622038/posts/default/113453619399731814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frontporchmoodswings.blogspot.com/2005/12/15-minutes-of-fame-comes-to-end.html' title='15 Minutes of Fame Comes to an End'/><author><name>sleepwriter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03354809886049098367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ItvullmiKSU/SF1yjDtsDzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/WiNnxAy0Bsg/S220/ats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15622038.post-113350722613385319</id><published>2005-12-02T00:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T19:12:14.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Please don’t dis the Baby Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/178/1452/1600/baby%20jesus.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/178/1452/200/baby%20jesus.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I say it? Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my honest use of the word “Christmas” has not caused you to wither away in disgust, then stick with me a bit longer. I have watched, with great amusement, the debate over the use of the word Christmas during the last few weeks. What I have to say may surprise you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have a problem with stores greeting customers with the phrase “Happy Holidays”. I just don’t find it offensive. It’s dishonest, but not offensive. Let me ‘splain this one to you Lucy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people celebrate holidays during this time of year. Christians, as you may have heard, celebrate the Christmas holiday (which stands for Holy Day). Our Jewish neighbors celebrate Hanukkah during this time of year. It’s a beautiful holiday celebrating a miracle of the same God we share. Our Muslim neighbors have a holiday. For all I know, atheists may celebrate Nothingmas and sing non-sectarian carols all the Newdow day. It doesn’t matter. It’s just good business to issue a blanket greeting to someone when they enter your store. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, let’s be honest with ourselves. The whole argument is a stunt designed to get attention from a populace that has the collective attention span of a moth. What was I saying? Oh yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d give all of the money in my pocket (a quarter, by the way) to have been in the meeting where the politically correct dufus announced that his store would sell “holiday trees” this year. I don’t want this to sound insensitive (yes I do), but they are called Christmas trees. No other Holy Day celebration involves putting lights and shiny things on a fake tree in your living room. Calling your Christmas trees “holiday trees” isn’t insulting to Christians - of which I am one - it is insulting to all of your customers to presume they are impressed by such shallow political correctness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not asking anyone to be disrespectful. Be honest with your customers. When they get out of their cars and they see the green and red decorations around your store, they know you are saying “holiday” and meaning “Christmas”. When they see the fat guy in the red suit, they don’t think he’s Hanukkah Harry. When they enter your store and the muzak is playing holiday carols, they figure out pretty quick that those are not Buddha ballads or Solstice Songs. They are Christmas carols. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is big business. Why else would malls start decorating for Christmas right after the 4th of July every year? I live in Alabama. It's a pretty place but I cannot relate to dashing through the snow when it is still 85 degrees outside on a cold day. Obviously there is a financial reward to the holiday season.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be honest with your customers. If you want to be inclusive to other traditions - and you should - then do something to attract people from other traditions if it is advantageous to your business. This is a free market society (sort of) after all. But if you are gearing up for the Christmas season, decorating for the Christmas season, and hoping to make most of your sales for the year during the Christmas season - then admit that you celebrate the Christmas season. Your customers know what the trees are for and they are not offended. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America is the world’s only true melting pot culture. That’s what makes us great. We can respect different beliefs and still be united under one flag. We don’t need wishy washy symbolism and politically correct nonsense to act as the self esteem police to shield us from other ideas. What we need is a little common sense. If you ask your customers to spend their money with you for Christmas, then don’t pretend it isn’t Christmas.  if you don’t want to acknowledge Christmas, then don’t decorate for it, don’t advertise for it, and don’t accept profits from it. Simple enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Americans of every background would appreciate the honesty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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The air conditioner wasn’t running, the coffee was getting cold, and the beer was getting warm. Now, I am ashamed of myself. As I watch the coverage of Hurricane Katrina’s devastation, I realize that I should be counting my blessings rather than ranting about the inconvenience of losing electricity for less than ten hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since our electricity was out, I had not seen any video until lunch today when I took my two kids into the city nearby to get a sandwich at a coffee shop and meet some business associates. At first, when my daughter, who is four, said “how awful”, I assumed she was complaining about her sandwich. She usually does. My son, who is a year older, replied “Is that from Katrina?” It was then that I turned around to see the images of the devastation on CNN. As much as a father wants to shelter his children from the horrors of the world around them, I was proud that they understood. Yes, it certainly is “awful”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a report of a man who held onto his wife as their house was washing away beneath them. She slipped away and disappeared in the raging water and wind. According to the report, her last words were “take care of the kids”. He wept as he told the story. He is not alone. Hundreds of lives have been lost, and thousands more have been changed forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts returned to that man and his family tonight after I tucked my kids into bed. Why were they still in their home when evacuation orders had been given? What emotional scars will those children carry with them forever as the images of their mother slipping away remain embedded in their minds? Not to judge them, but it's a fair question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already, people are making a political point about the hurricane. I read one report from a hate blogger who said it was Bush’s fault because he ignored global warming. How so? I’m no Bush apologist (some may disagree with this self-assessment), although I think he is a decent person. I fail to see how a treaty (Kyoto), which was defeated before he came into office, has anything whatsoever to do with cyclical changes in hurricane trends. Anything to turn the pain of others into a political point, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another appalling image from New Orleans is the looting that is being widely reported. I have heard reports of television reporters filming it and even catching police officers joining in on the thievery. I didn’t see this myself and I don’t mention it to smear the 99% of police officers who do a noble job every day. Perhaps one of the thieves who managed to carry off “essential” items like bread, milk, or a computer will one day read this. The loss of hundreds of lives is not a prime opportunity to get the kid a new ten-speed Schwinn. I hope the police catch every one of these low-life thieves and put them in jail for a long time. I hope Bush sends troops in to help them stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s keep in mind that we are human beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do you tell your kids when they see such “awful" images? I’ve taught them, and continue to teach myself, that God has a purpose for all things. I sincerely believe this to be true, but I don’t pretend to know God’s mind or to understand his methods. It’s a matter of faith to understand that life is full of tests and that we grow when we overcome challenges. Perhaps we as a society need to grow in some way. I know that America is a generous nation – perhaps the most generous nation ever on Earth - and I know that we will donate money and time to help our neighbors rebuild. Then what? Then we will likely forget them until the next disaster. That’s not a knock on our great country, but a simple fact of human nature all over the globe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all of my friends affected by the storm, know that my prayers are with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn’t the topic I wanted to write about in my first post on my site. I typically try to offer a different spin and a bit of humor to a variety of subjects. However, since this is based on my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Front Porch Mood Swings&lt;/span&gt;, I had to write about what I was thinking at the time. It is what it is. I’m starting to appreciate the lukewarm beer now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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