<?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-9897784</id><updated>2011-09-12T06:52:40.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tribe Log</title><subtitle type='html'>i wish i was a neutron bomb, for once I could go off. - eddie vedder</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-116962657373821093</id><published>2007-01-24T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T00:16:13.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God is Good!</title><content type='html'>I wanted my last post to read this way.  He truly is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-116962657373821093?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/116962657373821093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=116962657373821093' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/116962657373821093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/116962657373821093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2007/01/god-is-good.html' title='God is Good!'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-112328012192841432</id><published>2005-08-05T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T15:42:13.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring Back Abortion!</title><content type='html'>Social justice is a huge issue in today’s church.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe it has something to do with Jesus being so into social justice or something like that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you pick a relevant magazine or go to any cutting edge Christian blog you will see a lot of space devoted to social justice.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is really fantastic to see a renewed charge for this.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For too long the church has done nothing for social justice, and I am excited to be part of the resurgence.   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;But are we really seeing a resurgence?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;According to most sources the answer appears to be a resounding yes!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is more interest in the church now than ever when it come to issues like poverty, health care and women’s rights.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But here is my question…Did we just change out our old issues of social justice with these that seem more hip. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If we look back 15 years we see a church that was equally passionate about issues of social justice.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was seen especially in the issue of abortion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.rotten.com/library/death/abortion/abortion_two_victims_truck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.rotten.com/library/death/abortion/abortion_two_victims_truck.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;To my knowledge I have yet to see someone who identifies with the emergent conversation stand up on the issue of abortion in the same way that they stand up for the other issues of the day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We cannot argue that within the emergent movement social issues like abortion have taken a back seat to issues like the AIDS crisis in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So what happened? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Why do we feel like today we are so much more socially compassionate than ever before?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Another characteristic of the emergent conversation is an understanding that God has no political stance.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is neither conservative nor liberal, neither republican nor democrat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This idea could not be any truer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For years it has been understood that Christians in general are Republicans.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Terms like Conservative Christian seem to go hand in hand.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To fix this it appears to me that the emergent conversation has indirectly been a driving force behind a shift to the left.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I say indirectly because I am not convinced that this was ever the attempt.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The emergent conversation finds a lot of its style in the culture of the day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Popular culture is generally leaning politically left, thus these leanings are picked up by the emergent conversation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Popular culture celebrates causes like health care for all, debt relief, and women’s equality and we can see these causes slowly gaining strength in Christian circles…especially in the emergent conversation.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.yankeepotroast.org/img/bj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.yankeepotroast.org/img/bj.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;On the other hand, issues like abortion, family values, and public prayer seem to be slowly losing steam in the emergent conversation for the same reasons as stated above.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It grieves me to see that in an attempt to rid the church of political leanings, instead we seem to be exchanging one political ideology for another.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Many see the church as a pawn for the Republican Party.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am not a fan of this, but the answer is not to become a pawn for the other.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The answer, as with many things, lies somewhere in the middle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I believe that if JC were around today, he would that poverty, and abortion.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He would hate that people are dying with treatable sicknesses, and that children were being adopted by homosexual parents.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I completely agree that God does not have a political alignment, but we must be careful that we don’t exchange one bad thing for another.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We need to live for social justice on both sides of the fence.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We must be neither democrat, nor republican, but solely Christians.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-112328012192841432?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/112328012192841432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=112328012192841432' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/112328012192841432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/112328012192841432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/08/bring-back-abortion.html' title='Bring Back Abortion!'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-111570387359375620</id><published>2005-05-09T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T22:45:11.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I suck at blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gina (the blog entitled Meet Virginia in my “blogs” column to the right) as rightly pointed out that I am obsessive kind of person.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not that I am really clean or anything that you commonly associate with one who is obsessive, but I tend to become obsessed with certain hobbies (aka addictions) for a certain time period and then drop it for months at a time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Take video games for instance.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I could go on a kick for video games and play them 15 hours a week for a month or two, and then resign and not play them at all for 6 months.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am weird like that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For those of you who have been reading my blog you may realize now that I was on a blogging kick from January through march, and had a great time, but as of late I have felt little drive to get out there and do it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am not sure what I wrong with me, and I kind of feel that this is who I am.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is it a bad thing the way I obsess?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Someone once asked me if I finish things that I start, and the answer to that is yes, I do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The problem with many of the things I take up is that the only finishing point for the activity is death.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will never finish blogging.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can go from theme to theme, but never will I have completed my blog.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The same goes for video games.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I may go from game to game but I have never gotten to a point where I succeeded and &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;finished video games.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is tough but I just want to write an excuse as to why you haven’t seen me on here for a week.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Truth is I am pooped.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But tomorrow is another day and with it comes a new addiction for me. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Maybe it will be one that calls me back to this little cyberspace that has been my passion for 4 months.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;God, not sure where to go from here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You know my heart.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have had a great time with this, and look forward to doing it some more.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Give me a passion to do it, and if not, for something that changes me every day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have enjoyed this time blogging with you very much so far, and I look forward to seeing where you take it from here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-111570387359375620?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/111570387359375620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=111570387359375620' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111570387359375620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111570387359375620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-suck-at-blogging.html' title='I suck at blogging'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-111509592225602139</id><published>2005-05-02T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T21:52:02.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasure Hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2005" day="2" month="5"&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;Matthew &lt;st1:time minute="27" hour="19"&gt;19:27&lt;/st1:time&gt; – Then peter said to (Jesus), “We’ve given up everything to follow you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What will we get out of it?”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here’s a reality that I don’t live in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are rewards in heaven for the way we live our life on earth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Actually I am quite surprised by Jesus’ response to this question.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I were JC I would have explained to Peter that the joy of serving the Lord is joy enough for him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would ask him to stop grumbling, because he is working for the Lord.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But of course this is nothing like what Jesus says.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;code&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.displaycostume.com/Rentals/rental%20catalog/Rentals/chest1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was surprised to read that Jesus explains to Peter at some length that he can count on treasures in heaven for every good act he does.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But how can this be.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is it ok to have selfish heavenly motivation?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Can I give to others and rejoice in the heavenly rewards I will have?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is this what Jesus intended?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am not sure if I have taken this too far but I want to live in the heavenly treasure reality.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to start laying them up for myself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have never really thought about them in regards to my Christian walk.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I always knew that treasure awaited me in heaven, but I want to be anxious for it because it appears that this is what Christ encourages us to do.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Of course I am reminded of another of Jesus sayings.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On a couple of occasions he said about the arrogant that they have their reward in full.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I see that if I am not careful with my pride I may not be able to look forward to the treasures that await.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What a catch 22.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;God, help me to strip down my pride and arrogance.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to live anxiously awaiting the treasures I have stored up and the treasures I will store up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I realize that this is a focus for ministry, not the focus.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pleasing you will still be first in my heart.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Help me to make sure of that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tonight and tomorrow as I live my life, remind me of the treasure principle, and help me to set up a pattern that turns into a lifestyle that lives in ready expectation for the rewards you will pour out on me in heaven.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love you Lord.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-111509592225602139?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/111509592225602139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=111509592225602139' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111509592225602139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111509592225602139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/05/treasure-hunt.html' title='Treasure Hunt'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-111462361316428726</id><published>2005-04-27T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T10:40:13.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>J.C.'s M.O.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Matthew 14:28 – Then Peter said to him, “Lord, if it’s really you, tell me to come to you by walking on the water.”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jesus is so amazing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What got me about this story today is peters direction for Jesus.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;JC is out there walking on the water and Peter isn’t quite sure if it is really him or not.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He thought it could be a ghost or some other spirit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So in order to see if it really was Jesus he had to do a test.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This test shows us a lot about Jesus and the way his disciples saw him.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have always understood this test to mean something like – if you can make me walk on the water then I will believe it is you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This would make sense, because only God himself could do that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But this was not the test that we see here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The test was one that checked Jesus character.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It tested his personality.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Peter held up his standard operating procedure and compared to the one he saw before him the test was whether or not he would call Peter out to him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jesus was known for calling people to follow him, and this was the standard by which the disciples recognized him here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He has done the same in our lives.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We can know that he is Lord because he will keep calling us to him over and over again no matter how many times we have gotten it wrong.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So what is there to learn from this?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We need to be ready to be called to the uncomfortable situations of the world because this is JC’s standard.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He proves himself to us daily by calling us over and over again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The truth is if you know Jesus you will be called to him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That is the way it is and it is a good meter to see how well we know him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How has he called you today?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lord help me to answer when you call.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to keep your proven system working.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Teach me to be a recruiter the way you were.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am willing to got to the uncomfortable situations with you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thanks for calling me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-111462361316428726?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/111462361316428726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=111462361316428726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111462361316428726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111462361316428726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/04/jcs-mo.html' title='J.C.&apos;s M.O.'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-111428306608202201</id><published>2005-04-23T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T12:04:26.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's the Kingdom of God</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Matthew 10:7-8 – “Go and announce that the kingdom of heaven is near.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Heal the sick, raise the dead, cure those with leprosy, and cast out demons.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Give as freely as you have received.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One thing that I don’t do is announce that the kingdom of heaven is near.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is this something that we are still required to do?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The only people we see doing this today are the homeless with their cardboard signs, and that is usually in movies.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The homeless don’t seem to have the spirituality that they used to.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But my question is what is the kingdom of heaven, and what is our responsibility to it?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What should we be declaring to others.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is bad that I don’t know this?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyone have any ideas on what the Kingdom of heaven is and what our responsibility is to it today?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-111428306608202201?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/111428306608202201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=111428306608202201' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111428306608202201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111428306608202201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/04/thats-kingdom-of-god.html' title='That&apos;s the Kingdom of God'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-111414005904369651</id><published>2005-04-21T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T20:20:59.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Straight Priorities</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Matt 8:21-22 - Another disciple said to him, “Lord, first let me go and bury my father.” But Jesus told him, “Follow me, and let the dead bury their own dead.”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ready for some debate?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For those who read my blog you know that one of my goals is to read scripture in a fresh way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t want to take any of my culture or my “Christian” ideas into it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes that leads to awesome discoveries for my walk, and sometimes that leaves me even more confused than I started.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Case and point – today’s verse.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The majority of my life has now been as a Christian.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One thing that the church has always taught is that your family should come before just about anything.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We say that God comes before our families, but in practice he doesn’t, and for the most part we are OK with that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I got to thinking today, does the Bible place family before ministry?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Should it be that way?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;May I suggest that perhaps we should place ministry before our family?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am not saying that this is right, or that I do this, I am just suggesting that perhaps we could make a case for this in the bible.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The verse above is just one example of scriptures calling us to serve with Jesus before we take care of the needs of our family.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Elsewhere in scripture we see Jesus allowing his disciples to leave their careers and their families to follow him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The real kicker is in 1 Corinthians &lt;st1:time minute="29" hour="19"&gt;7:29&lt;/st1:time&gt; – Now let me say this, dear brothers and sisters: The time that remains is very short, so husbands should not le marriage be their primary concern. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What I think we have is a disconnect in our Christian world between love and action.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Can we love the Lord more than anything in this world and not have time to serve him because of our family obligations.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am not ripping on anyone, but I got to tell you that I get this excuse all the time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love my job but the hardest part of it for me is getting people to jump in and do ministry with me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am sure that the bulk of the problem is my fault, for not being a good enough motivator, but this excuse is just tough for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It sounds so noble, and I am not sure that anyone has been called on this before, but let me say this, - If you are unable to do the Lords work because your family is your priority, perhaps your family has a whole needs a new set of priorities.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then there is the idea that my family is my ministry.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That is valid, but it is something that we never see in scripture as far as I can tell.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Please don’t get me wrong, I am not saying that family is not important.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My only thought is that most of us admit that God is more important.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We need to align our actions up with that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lord help me to not only love you most but to live for you most at the same time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t want to categorize my time, I want to be a Christian all the time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whatever you are calling me to do is my primary concern.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I live for you first, help me to do that. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-111414005904369651?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/111414005904369651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=111414005904369651' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111414005904369651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111414005904369651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/04/straight-priorities.html' title='Straight Priorities'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-111403052738552640</id><published>2005-04-20T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T13:55:27.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You be the Judge</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Matthew 7:1 – Stop judging others and you will not be judged.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am not sure that I ever really understood this verse.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is one of those things that I read before and felt that I had a handle on it, so all I needed to do was make sure that I don’t become judgmental.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To this day I don’t think that I am judgmental…to peoples faces.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is a fine line that I have to walk here too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have Christian friends right now who are doing things that both of us know they shouldn’t be doing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know I shouldn’t remain silent and let them leave the calling the Lord has on their lives.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The new testament is full of people calling others on their sin.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I had to walk through this with some of my best friends. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(you know who you are).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On friend in particular was in a relationship that we knew was wrong.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had to tell him, calling him on his junk, and after that we became enemy-like.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;About a year down the road he came back to visit me, relationship over, and was repentant.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It really stung to lose a best friend during that time, but the Lord has strengthened our relationship, and it is even better now than it was for.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But that is not what I wanted to say in this entry.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wanted to suggest that perhaps God isn’t the one doing the counter judging in this statement.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe I shouldn’t judge other people because in doing that I fall into the trap of pride and the endless cycle of judging myself by comparison to others.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;By that standard I am very judgmental.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;God has been dealing with me in this area a lot lately.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am very competitive and I am discovering that there is no trophy big enough.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I constantly compare myself to others and when I feel that I am better than them I move onto the next person on the scale.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Disgusting isn’t it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;By doing this I know that I build pride in my life and am constantly judging myself, never reaching a level of contentment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want the Lord to help me straighten this out.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;God thank you for your word being specific to my situation today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I no longer want to set judgment standards by comparing myself to others.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Help me out of this cycle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I do it all the time and it is going to take work.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I need your strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-111403052738552640?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/111403052738552640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=111403052738552640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111403052738552640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111403052738552640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/04/you-be-judge.html' title='You be the Judge'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-111380374096007336</id><published>2005-04-17T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T22:55:40.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Spirit Led...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Matthew 4:1 - Then Jesus was led out into the wilderness by the Holy Spirit to be tempted there by the Devil.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I had never realized that Jesus was led by the holy spirit to be tempted?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I remember being taught throughout my childhood God never tempts us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess that is true but it seems here that he may as well have.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He brought Jesus to the tempter himself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am not sure if this is a Jesus only thing, or if God brings us to places of temptation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess we need to know why God did this for Jesus?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t have a good answer for that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am not sure why that had to happen. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I guess it served to make Jesus more human, in that he faced the same temptations that we face.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Either way I haven’t ever felt like I was tempted by the Lord and I am thankful for that.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am not real sure what is going on here Lord, but the bottom line is that I know you are good and I trust your judgment more than my own rationale.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Take first place in my life, and don’t let the temptations I deal with ensnare me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-111380374096007336?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/111380374096007336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=111380374096007336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111380374096007336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111380374096007336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/04/holy-spirit-led.html' title='Holy Spirit Led...'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-111354571101147061</id><published>2005-04-14T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T23:16:23.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conflict Creation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have the pleasure of preaching at my church a few times each month.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I really have come to enjoy preaching, and I look forward to what the future holds in that regard.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;This last week I got to preach on a topic that was real fun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I spoke on Creation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.hopechapel-sr.org/sermons/thomas-costello-creation-4-10-05.mp3"&gt;If you have not heard the sermon I encourage you to take a listen to it.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had a great time doing it and although it was very different from most messages that I preach I was very happy with the outcome.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had several people approach me after the service and ask me questions, wondering why I said some of the things I did. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I received a phone call to encourage me in my preaching, and I even heard that a few people were inspired to read through the passage again on their own time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then it seemingly hit the fan.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Comments slowly began to trickle in that were contrary to the way I felt about my sermon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some of the ones that I heard included that I supported the theory of evolution too much, I treated the word of God in an irreverent manner, I sarcastically supported a more traditional creation theory, and one person even suggested to a staff member that they didn’t think I knew what I was talking about.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All of this has been third hand information, but it was discussed in our staff meeting today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got to tell you the truth, I am frustrated by it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am not really angry or sad, just frustrated.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In response to the third hand comments that I received, let me say a few things.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I listened to my sermon back again, I decided that I am going to stick with what I said.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I feel like my theology was sound, and that I did a satisfactory job, accomplishing my goals in the sermon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That being said I want to work on some of those things that people said.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My critics may be right that I don’t treat the word of God with the respect that it deserves.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is completely unintentional, but I will acknowledge that I want to be a better handler of the word of God.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is more valuable to us than silver and gold.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My hope was to convey this in the message, but obviously to some I did not.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For that I apologize.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to be better at that in the future.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to be better at this and I want God to do it through me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is a constant struggle that I face to make Thomas decrease and Jesus increase in my life, especially in my preaching.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have fallen short in this area and honestly you get a lot of Thomas when I preach.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am a work in progress and my aim is present more of his word and less of my own with each passing sermon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So to those who were offended in any way by y sermon you have my sincere apologies.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was not meant in harm.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My prayer is that despite my shortcomings you would be drawn into the word and fall in love with it for yourself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even though Thomas comes through sometimes, I pray that you would still fall in love with Jesus.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lord, I truly feel like my sermon this week was on par with other sermons I have delivered in the past, and that’s a problem.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want more of you in my life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Too much of my selfishness and pride comes out in my sermons.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Help me to fix that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to see you glorified.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I pray that you would bring good out of this situation and would train me to be the preacher you want me to be. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-111354571101147061?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/111354571101147061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=111354571101147061' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111354571101147061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111354571101147061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/04/conflict-creation.html' title='Conflict Creation'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-111343633127656242</id><published>2005-04-13T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T16:52:11.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want You</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2 Corinthians 12:14-15 - I don't want what you have; I want you…  I will gladly spend myself and all I have for your spiritual good, even though it seems that the more I love you, the less you love me.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;img src="http://science.nasa.gov/HSVWorkshop/HSV04_WebGraphics/I-Want-You.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This passage is rich with meaning.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Paul is saying here that he doesn’t want what the Corinthians have, he just wants them and that he is willing to spend whatever he has including himself to get it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Despite his output however it seems that the Corinthians aren’t giving themselves to him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The point to me however is that Paul is willing not only to give himself, but also what he has for people, even when they don’t give back.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am not sure what is harder.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think for me it is harder to give what I have than to give myself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That all depends on what we mean by giving ourselves.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I find myself to be far more greedy with my possession than with my personal time, but am I really.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How often do I not show interest in others because I value my time more than theirs?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How often do I pretend to listen and just say ah-ha, as people talk.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe I actually suck at both giving myself and my possessions, I have just trained myself to think that because I am a pastor I give all of my time to the work of the Lord.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I need to love people more.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Have you heard me say that on my log before)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Paul did not fear rejection he just loved people with all that he had.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I need to do the same.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lord, help me to do that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-111343633127656242?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/111343633127656242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=111343633127656242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111343633127656242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111343633127656242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-want-you.html' title='I Want You'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-111306268468540706</id><published>2005-04-09T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T09:08:36.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Godly People</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2 Corinthians 9:9 – Godly people give generously to the poor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;code&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.movingandlearning.net/Photos/homeless.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/code&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sometimes when I read the bible I tend to skip over sections.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s not that I don’t read them, it is just that I don’t give them thought after I have read them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What that is really doing is handcuffing the word of God.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It strips it of all its power.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It takes away its ability to transform my life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So often I look into the mirror and don’t change my appearance metaphorically speaking.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This verse is a great example.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I read 2 Corinthians 9 &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;today and it was one of those “Great what am I going to blog about” days.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I started meditating on this verse above and it hit me like a rock.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The God’s honest truth that I don’t give generously to the poor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I may have a couple of times in my life, but it is not a regular habit in my life. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My lifestyle therefore is not that of a Godly person.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As I write this I am thinking about how my life is going to change.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Should I go out there, leaving my wife and daughter to be at home, and give away the money we are saving for a home? I have to confess that I just had the thought that I would write this and change nothing about my life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But something has to change, or I am as foolish as that guy in the mirror.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What is the Christian response to giving in this day and age?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here’s the deal God.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t give everything I have to the poor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can give generously.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t give to every poor person I see, but I can give to a few.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Give me opportunities to prove my godliness in this way, and I hope not to fail you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You are worth it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-111306268468540706?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/111306268468540706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=111306268468540706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111306268468540706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111306268468540706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/04/godly-people_09.html' title='Godly People'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-111300983123906016</id><published>2005-04-08T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T18:23:51.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Place</title><content type='html'>Well we found it.  I am just not sure that it will choose us.  We went to look at condo's today and found one that we absolutly loved.  It is in the right neighborhood, the right complex, has all the right amenities, and would be perfect for my little starter family.  The problem: It is priced right at our limit.  No flex room at all and the tendency here in sonoma county is for houses to go for right at, and sometimes higher than their asking prices.  We can't do that.  We like this place very much and want to put an offer, but it is so nice tha we are scared that someone will swoop in with a higher offer and snag it.  So we are praying.  I would appreciate it if you would pray with us.  I am praying that it would stick at that price or that God would take us elsewhere, and have another place for us.  He is all I want in this life (or at least all I want to want) so I trust him in this matter, but your prayers will help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-111300983123906016?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/111300983123906016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=111300983123906016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111300983123906016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111300983123906016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/04/perfect-place.html' title='The Perfect Place'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-111293561474591773</id><published>2005-04-07T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T21:46:54.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1 Corinthians 7:1 - With promises like this to pull us on, dear friends, let's make a clean break with everything that defiles or distracts us, both within and without. Let's make our entire lives fit and holy temples for the worship of God.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The promise that Paul is speaking of here is one of relationship with the Lord.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But the promise is conditional.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It requires an separation from the things that cause us to stumble.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So Paul continues his case by calling us to get away from not only things that defile us but even things that distract us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If we truly desire this relationship we would do exactly that. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But alas, I do not.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am easily distracted.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have what my wife (and previously my mother) call an addictive personality.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;( I realize that the previous parenthetical statement could be read in one of two ways.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To clarify my mother and my wife are two separate individuals.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hopefully you can ascertain the meaning given this truth)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I quickly become obsessed with seemingly benign interests.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have been known to partake in a casual video game which sends me down a 4 month spiral of playing every worthwhile game released in the past 2 years.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In that time I will go to video game web sites, read video game news letters, even spend half an hour playing video game demos in wal-mart like a 6 year old. I realize it is quite pathetic.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I do this with so man things in my life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Baseball/Baseball cards, Football, guitars, music, Mexican food, anything I could call an interest, quickly becomes an obsession or me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some of these things can even be healthy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For the first few months I was blog obsessed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was good because I felt like God was showing me a lot, and that I grew in relationship with a bunch of people in that time. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have even been addicted to bible and other Christian book reading.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not necessarily a distraction, or is it?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It can be.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wish I wasn’t so obsessive.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;God you made me thins way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My theology tells me it wasn’t on accident.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It has the tendency to separate us, but I know it doesn’t have too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I pray that you would be the object of my obsession.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That I would run to you with all my free time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am not even close.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Help me to get there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-111293561474591773?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/111293561474591773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=111293561474591773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111293561474591773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111293561474591773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/04/obsession.html' title='obsession'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-111280853194231186</id><published>2005-04-06T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T10:28:51.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am not sure where I am going with this entry, but hopefully by the end I will have figured it out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I heard a story that was so deeply impacting yesterday that I felt I needed to address it in blog form, even though I don’t know why I am so deeply affected by it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last night I went to one of our churches small groups.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There were about 12 people there and I was just there to support the leaders, letting them know that what they are doing is worth while.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One of the people at the group was a guy named Greg.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had first met Greg on Sunday morning.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I first saw him he appeared to be mentally handicapped.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His eyes were fluttering up at the top of his eyelids, and he had the look that he wasn’t all there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I walked up the ramp after church I got to meet him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Turned was quite intelligent, and blind.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was a really outgoing sweet guy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You may think it is wrong to say this, but I have met a lot of handicapped people who aren’t sweet people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They have this –mad at the world- thing going on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have been yelled at by handicapped people for not helping them with doors and the like.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Greg was not one of these guys.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That day Greg and I exchanged pleasantries and were on our separate ways.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At the group meeting last night Greg was a great asset.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was talkative and friendly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Your role model group member.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After the meeting we were hanging out and I decided to strike up a conversation with Greg.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have never been one to gingerly approach the handicapped.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think they must be frustrated with all the people out there pretending that they don’t notice that they are handicapped.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I approached the subject immediately.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He reintroduced himself, and I did the same and asked him if he was good with voices.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He said he was.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That always amazes me when the blind can recognize everyone by their voice.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I saw that he was open about his disability by asking that first question, so I asked him another.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Were you born blind?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He told me that he had been blind for about 15 years.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So my obvious next question was “What happened.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His answer floored me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am not sure what his exact words were, but I could tell that he was embarrassed to give his reason.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He stuttered through the reason: He shot himself trying to commit suicide and lost his eye sight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t know how to respond.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have heard about how frustrated people become when they fail at committing suicide.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They all ready feel like failures, and now they fail at something that seems so simple, taking their own life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For Greg there was even further consequence to this scenario.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not only did he want to die, and fail at killing himself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He now had to live the rest of his life knowing that he handicapped himself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His wife then left him; he lost his job, his kids, his house.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As if he wasn’t feeling bad enough all ready.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am not sure what it is but I don’t think there are stories much sadder than that one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am still not sure what the bigger picture is, or what the lesson is or even why I wrote this.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am just processing, and this time there is no conclusion.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am tempted to stick a cliché in here like – “life isn’t fair” – or – “win some you lose some” but I won’t (So disregard those last two clichés).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am rocked by this story and I am sure that it will be a sermon illustration some day, jut not yet.&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-111280853194231186?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/111280853194231186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=111280853194231186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111280853194231186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111280853194231186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/04/sad.html' title='Sad'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-111274778189442733</id><published>2005-04-05T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T17:36:21.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Exam</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2 Corinthians &lt;st1:time minute="15" hour="17"&gt;5:15&lt;/st1:time&gt; - He died for everyone so that those who receive his new life will no longer live to please themselves. Instead, they will live to please Christ, who died and was raised for them.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This passage flies right in the face of the way that I live my life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I feel like I try to live my life by both of these paradigms, and surprise surprise it doesn’t work as well as I would have hoped.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am ashamed to say that I live to please the Lord, because that pleases myself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I don’t mean that in a “It gives me joy to serve the Lord” kind of way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I mean something that I have confessed to many times on this blog.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I serve the Lord often because of what I get out of it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whether that be personal satisfaction, praise from man, or anything else, I need to regularly check my motives.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to live to please the lord exclusively and let the bi-products be exactly that – bi-products.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lord don’t let me use you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want my heart to be pure before you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to please you because you are worth it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Help me to be more honest with myself and have a better eye for my true motives. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-111274778189442733?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/111274778189442733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=111274778189442733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111274778189442733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111274778189442733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/04/self-exam.html' title='Self Exam'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-111259243674348968</id><published>2005-04-03T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T22:27:16.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reflecting glory</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2 Corinthians &lt;st1:time minute="18" hour="15"&gt;3:18&lt;/st1:time&gt; - And all of us have had that veil removed so that we can be mirrors that brightly reflect the glory of the Lord. And as the Spirit of the Lord works within us, we become more and more like him and reflect his glory even more.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is a fantastic analogy that I don’t recall ever reading before.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know I have but it never really stood out like this before.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What a great way of explaining worship as a lifestyle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Singing songs only does so much, but if we were to reflect the glory of God with our lives we would radiate worship.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That is what my desire is to do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Enough Said.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lord I want to be a better worshipper.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Help me to radiate your glory.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to be more like you and I mean that now more than I normally do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes I just say that, and it has become familiar to me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am sorry.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to be more like you so that I can reflect your glory better for others.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Remind me of that&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;constantly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-111259243674348968?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/111259243674348968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=111259243674348968' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111259243674348968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111259243674348968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/04/reflecting-glory.html' title='reflecting glory'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-111233841261578202</id><published>2005-03-31T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T22:53:32.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contempt for Familiarity</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Taken from the message somewhere in 1 Corinthians 11 – “You will be drawn back to this meal again and again until the master returns.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;You must never let familiarity breed contempt&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Guilty as charged.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Paul is talking about taking communion here, and Eugene Peterson paraphrases it this way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would say that more often than not I do something like this.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess it comes down to what you call contempt.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He goes on to describe it as taking communion in a meaningless way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When communion comes around at church, I wind up taking it several times, once at each service.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Am I really expected to conjure up fresh insight for each taking?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How can I keep familiarity from ruining my moment with JC.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;It goes well beyond communion too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know I have the same problem with reading the word too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will be drawn back to that again and again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Familiarity often gets in the way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have read what I am reading before and in many cases have had a revelation in the past with a particular verse.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am not saying that god can’t give me fresh revelation, but just that it doesn’t always happen.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Worship songs are another prime example.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just about everyone of them has a amazing message, that we should be able to bring to the Lord.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some of these songs we will bring again and again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Should “The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Battle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; Belongs to the Lord” or “Lord I Lift your Name on High” still inspire us perfectly?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is it wrong that it doesn’t?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I have to believe that what the heart of this passage is all about is letting the message always move me, and never to get bogged down in the repetitiveness of the vehicle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The story of Gods redemptive plan and what that entitles me to should be the only thing on this earth that does not bore me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I should constantly be moved by that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But the vehicles that declare this truth or parts of it can come and go.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Frankly I am glad we only do communion once in a while at hope.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have been to places where they do it every week, and it quickly loses its meaning.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This makes it a lot easier for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Lord help me to never let familiarity breed contempt.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I even pray that old vehicles would still move me into a real experience with you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want that no matter what.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Use whatever means necessary to get a hold of me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thanks for dying child.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That will always move me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-111233841261578202?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/111233841261578202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=111233841261578202' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111233841261578202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111233841261578202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/03/contempt-for-familiarity.html' title='Contempt for Familiarity'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-111220485241017185</id><published>2005-03-30T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T09:47:32.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preemptive Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1 Corinthians 10:13 – But remember that the temptations that come into your life are no different from what others experience.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And God is faithful.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He will keep the temptation from being so strong that you can’t stand up against it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When you are tempted he will show you a way out so that you will not give in to it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am not sure I believe this.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course I believe it because it is in the bible so my soul knows it is true, but everything in this earth and everything I have seen in my life has shown me otherwise.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sure I believe the first part; my temptations are no different from anyone else’s.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know the Lord is faithful.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The next line is a little harder to believe, but I could see how that would be true.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is always a possibility to stand up to a temptation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have never felt completely overtaken by a temptation, to the point where I had no control.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is just the last sentence that I have never experienced.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t feel like I am always shown a way out to my temptation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It sounds like there is to be a choice.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You can look at that girl walking on the street, or here there is a way out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes it has been my experience that sin has a way of sneaking up on me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I feel like I sin sometimes and don’t realize that it was wrong until after it is done, then conviction sets in, and I miss my way out that this passage promises.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Even so I trust this word to be true.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will look harder for ways out when sin is approaching.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is in the bible for a reason and I pray that I get to experience this today.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lord, show me ways out of sin.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I feel like I have missed them in the past.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to experience your preemptive grace, keeping me from separation from you rather than restoring it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Keep me from breaking your heart. &lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-111220485241017185?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/111220485241017185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=111220485241017185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111220485241017185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111220485241017185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/03/preemptive-grace.html' title='Preemptive Grace'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-111216790120628108</id><published>2005-03-29T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T23:31:41.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want, I want, I need... - Bob Wylie</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Tonight in reading I came to a passage in 1 Corinthians 9.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the passage was all about the people benefiting from Christian workers, meeting the needs of that worker.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That got me thinking about stuff.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let me be honest.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think I have the best job that in the world.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The way I figure it, as Christians we all have an equal burden to share the gospel and do the work of the ministry.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just don’t have to do anything else (with the major exception of my other half time job driving huge blocks of steel all over the state).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am living in a dream world.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love my job.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;But the question arises of what exactly needs means.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am not sure exactly but I know it means something different in our heads as it did in Paul’s when he writes this.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In Paul's writing here he clearly defines needs as food and shelter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So my question is who decides on the needs that God is going to provide for us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is it us, our culture or the biblical culture into which these passages were spoken.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In this day and age few would argue that a person needs electricity, a few sets of clothes, a vehicle, a phone, and the list goes on and on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The problem with that is that there are many people in my own town that are missing one or more of the things mentioned above.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I have just always heard it taught that if we honor God and are generous, that God would take real good care of us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I took that to mean living in a decent house, with cars and cable.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But maybe the real prosperity of the gospel is found in food and shelter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That is what the word promises.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My wife and I were talking the other day and acknowledged that our poverty has never affected our diet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We don’t consider ourselves rich, but if I look at it from others eyes, we have so much.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe that’s why we don’t constantly see God pouring out financial blessings.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He doesn’t think we need it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe God knows a humans needs better than I do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will trust him in that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-111216790120628108?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/111216790120628108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=111216790120628108' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111216790120628108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111216790120628108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-want-i-want-i-need-bob-wylie.html' title='I want, I want, I need... - Bob Wylie'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-111189759989224453</id><published>2005-03-26T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T20:26:39.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a Servant for the Very First Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I watched the passion again last night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hate that movie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is fantastic, well done and life changing, but I hate watching it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I like the way it moves me to worship the Lord but those 2 hours are tough for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hadn’t seen it since last February when I saw it in the theater on Ash Wednesday, the day it came out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The first time I tried to watch every bit of it and not cover my eyes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I felt it was important to take it all in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This time I didn’t even try.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I spent a good amount of time, head in hands.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;The thing that got me the most this time was JC’s servant hood.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was a flashback where he washed one of the disciple’s feet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A perfect example of servant hood.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But there was more.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;An even better example of servant hood was the way he took our sins.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t mean to sound cliché or cheesy, but I really never realized that side of the cross.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was the ultimate act of servant hood. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Servant hood is something that we have skewed in the modern church.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The idea today is that if you hand our bulletins at church, or if you play electric guitar on the worship team that you have done your service.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am not knocking those things.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are both vital parts of making ministry work.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My point is that people have lost touch with the service lifestyle that Christ embodied.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He would not have stopped at ushering, for fear of burning out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why can’t we live like that?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;For the past few weeks there has been a small problem at church.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is the always pleasant smell of dead rodent coming from underneath the stage.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you were up there, you probably noticed it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; &lt;/i&gt;Don’t have a very strong sense of smell and even I got a whiff of it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I had to guess, I would say that at least 10 people told me about it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Thomas, it smells like something died under the stage.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Thomas could you have Sam (our church maintenance guy) take a look and see if there is something dead under here?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“You really need to get Sam up here to get whatever’s down there out.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This went on for at least two weeks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am quite confident that JC would have taken a different approach.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let’s face it, no one, not even Sam, wants to pull dead rodents out of cramped stages.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is never fun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have to believe that my Lord, the one who suffered every lashing depicted in the Passion, would have done something like this to serve his brother.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you are one of those people who said something to me or anyone about the smell, please do not take offense at this.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I feel equally ashamed because I did nothing more than relay these messages to Sam.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I personally felt ashamed of myself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think of myself as a servant, but so rarely do I do something that no one would notice, that I don’t have to do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jesus did not have to die, but he did, for me, and everyone else, and so many of us did not notice what an act of service that was.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I said a few weeks ago that this was one of the areas of my life that I need to work on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know that the Lord is confirming that in me now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My service is not complete, when I lead worship, or preach.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;God wants more than that, and I will serve him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-111189759989224453?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/111189759989224453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=111189759989224453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111189759989224453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111189759989224453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/03/like-servant-for-very-first-time.html' title='Like a Servant for the Very First Time'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-111162959434116312</id><published>2005-03-23T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T17:59:54.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fricking Blogger</title><content type='html'>There is nothing on this earth that is a bigger downer than losing work on you computer.  We have all experienced this before.  You spend a lot of time working on something and then some bug messes it all up and you lose your work.   That happened to me today and I am completly furious.  I spent a god 45 minutes of my life writing a thoughtful piece on the "sin" of overeating, and lost it when I tried to preview it.  I spent the last 30 mintes praying fo God to bring my temper down, and compose me.  It worked kind of.  Anyway, post your thoughts on this topic if you will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a sin to overeat? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord don't let my anger separate me from you and your will for my life.  I pray that you would still use me tonight at roots.  Change peoples lies throught the power of the holy spirit.  I need that power to continue to change mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-111162959434116312?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/111162959434116312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=111162959434116312' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111162959434116312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111162959434116312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/03/fricking-blogger.html' title='Fricking Blogger'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-111155094375809527</id><published>2005-03-22T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T20:09:03.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;A prayer – “Father I pray that you would search my heart and remove any prideful desire to impress people rather than to reach them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t want to make my reputations with Christians more important than my purpose with you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Help me Lord, to be motivated out of sincere love and care for people…” – Judah Smith in &lt;u&gt;Soul Seekers.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Lord that is the prayer for my heart.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want a broken heart and a contrite spirit so that I can give those things to you, and have you make me new.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will be broken before you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Draw me to yourself, so that I san only rely on you and your strength.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So often I skate by on my own.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Help me to stop that by whatever means necessary.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This attitude your word says you will not despise.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;DO the opposite for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am clay for you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Clay is humble, because it has no desires of its own. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Make it so in my life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love you Lord.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-111155094375809527?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/111155094375809527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=111155094375809527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111155094375809527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111155094375809527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/03/prayer.html' title='A Prayer'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-111146620942029101</id><published>2005-03-21T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T20:36:49.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Just In!</title><content type='html'>It's a girl!  I was the only one who thought it would be a boy, and it looks like my prophetic ability has failed me again.  Don't stone me or my little 3/4 pound daughter would be fatherless.  I am so excited, and I say that word in its truest form.  The doctors wouldn't come out and call it a girl, but they repetedly said "I don't see anything that would lead me to believe it's a boy."  I am so amazed by this whole pregnancy process, and I am so thankful for my wife, and the wave she has bravely taken on this new part of our lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.ebayimg.com/03/i/00/8a/dc/8b_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So be happy.  I know that I am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-111146620942029101?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/111146620942029101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=111146620942029101' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111146620942029101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111146620942029101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/03/this-just-in.html' title='This Just In!'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-111138752684389698</id><published>2005-03-20T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T22:45:26.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIVESTRONG</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I hate cancer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am glad I had a chance to clear that up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now let me tell you about a growing trend that is bothering me. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am not a fan of cancer accessories.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Primarily those wristbands, but any kind of disease support apparel just doesn’t sit well with me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I realize that the proceeds go to fighting the disease, but I just am sick of the fashion statement they have become.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;code&gt;&lt;img src="http://saty.cocolog-nifty.com/blog/yellow_ring.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;The wristbands all started just a short while ago with the Lance Armstrong “Livestrong” bracelets.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They were yellow, and stood for disliking cancer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then the pink ones came along for those who wanted to make the statement “I hate cancer, especially cancer that attacks breasts.” I have now seen red ones that step beyond cancer into the hatred of aids realm.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Finally I saw a friend of mine wearing a purple bracelet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I asked him what it was for and he said it was for disease.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I guess the thing is I am not sure I understand the statement people are trying to make by wearing these accessories.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;99.9 percent of the population hates these diseases too, what are you trying to get across?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;About six years ago the original statement bracelet came out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Unlike the others it was something that not everybody agreed on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Because of this they got sort of a bad wrap.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You didn’t see every star wearing them on the red carpet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Nothing matches better that a 50 thousand dollar dress and a two dollar yellow rubber bracelet)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t even wear one of these bracelets even though I completely believed in the message.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They simply asked WWJD?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I am not trying to start a campaign to bring back WWJD bracelets, I am simply curious especially when I read Romans &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="16" hour="13"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;1:16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; - I am not ashamed of the gospel, because it is the power of God for the salvation of everyone who believes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since we can establish that it isn’t cheap bracelets that are out of fashion, can we conclude that the message these old bracelets carry is?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Am I ashamed of my message?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As much as I dislike aids and cancer, I dislike hell even more.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is said that in my part of the world something like one in five people get cancer at some point in their life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is not my place to judge, but I bet that a lot more than that don’t know the Lord.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;So here is what I ma not going to do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will not decide to sport the WWJD bracelet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Instead I am going to make a commitment to hate hell more than any other disease in this world.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is the number one killer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to put all my efforts into stopping it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It isn’t going to take cheesy message accessories.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am just going to live it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even if that goes out of style.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-111138752684389698?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/111138752684389698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=111138752684389698' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111138752684389698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111138752684389698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/03/livestrong.html' title='LIVESTRONG'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-111119081332552564</id><published>2005-03-18T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T16:06:53.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hippies with Hygiene</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;For those of you who don’t know me real well I have a confession to make.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some of my long time friends know this about me, but in the interest of transparency, here’s a juicy tidbit:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My favorite show on TV is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;South&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Can you still respect me?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you think I am a terrible person, let me know and I will explain to you my thoughts on why it is OK for me to watch this show.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not that any of my normal readers would think this, because they all have a perfect understanding of our freedom in Christ.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bring the show up because I think this weeks episode has an interesting parallel for us to draw as Christians.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The premise of the show was that hippies started to move to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;South&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At first the people did not care, but eventually the hippies started to destroy the way of life for the people of south park.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They had a giant Woodstock-like festival and soon enough the entire town smelled like weed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some of the boys were drawn in by the hippie ideas, and decided to take up their cause.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They went along with the festival as a plan to draw people together, in hopes that when they had enough people they would unite and defeat the things that hippies are against.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To their dismay, all the hippies wanted to do was talk about their ideas, and have a festival.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was no real action behind it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was no bite to the bark.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings to mind the story of Jesus calling his disciples.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is at a body of water and asks some guys who were washing their nets, to get their stuff dirty again and try fishing one more time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They hadn’t caught anything all night, but they gave it a shot anyway, and wound up catching more than they could handle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This story depicts the kind of Christian that I no longer want to be.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For so much of my life I have been a net washing Christian.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is important to do that, because if I don’t wash my net it will rot and deteriorate after a while.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I have little to wash off of my net because so rarely do I use it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Like the hippies in the episode of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;South&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; I talk the talk but rarely walk the walk.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes down to an issue of trust.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know that will not leave me hanging.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I get out there and use my net, I will bring in fish.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Probably more than I could handle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But that requires me to throw them out there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s risky.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I need to take the Lord at his word and trust him anyway though.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am tired of talking, I want to be what I talk about.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I may be taking this old adage out of context, but I think the point can be made&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;- There are plenty of fish in the sea. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-111119081332552564?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/111119081332552564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=111119081332552564' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111119081332552564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111119081332552564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/03/hippies-with-hygiene.html' title='Hippies with Hygiene'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-111112414567600711</id><published>2005-03-17T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T21:35:45.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Seekers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Here’s a quote from a new book that I am reading.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is called &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0830736298/qid=1111124058/sr=8-2/ref=sr_8_xs_ap_i1_xgl14/102-6016479-0556143?v=glance&amp;s=books&amp;amp;n=507846"&gt;Soul Seekers by Judah Smith&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the third chapter he says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;“In the Christian world, doing big events to reach people is vogue and makes headlines.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But before you hold a rally to see your entire campus saved, why not start with loving one friend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Before you try to feed all the homeless people in your city, why not start by feeding one?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Before you move to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Africa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; to start an orphanage, take the neighbor kids, whose parents just got a divorce, to the local pizza place. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If you don’t launch out a little and touch the life of your neighbor, will you really be ready for the big event?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;This quote rocked me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess I am a lime light kind of guy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am always looking for the big thing that God has for me and never seem to have time for the little.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Lord entrusts those who are faithful with the little with even more.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I need to do that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-111112414567600711?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/111112414567600711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=111112414567600711' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111112414567600711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111112414567600711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/03/soul-seekers.html' title='Soul Seekers'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-111108782384506199</id><published>2005-03-17T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T11:30:23.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God vs. My Bright Ideas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1 Corinthians 2:1-2 – “Dear brothers and sisters, when I first came to you I didn’t use lofty words or brilliant ideas to tell you Gods message.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I decided to concentrate only on Jesus Christ and his death on the cross.”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Does this approach still work?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I spend about 8 hours each week getting ready to share a message in front of the church.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To those of you who have heard me speak you may be shocked by this.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You may be thinking “he should have much better stories if he is spending 8 hours on it,” or “it seems like he is making it up as he goes along.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The bottom line however is that it takes a long time for me to prepare to deliver a message.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This passage doesn’t say how long it took Paul to come up with his messages, but from the sound of the passage it wasn’t very long.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I said in some of my previous posts&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We have a special preacher at church this weekend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He has the gift of healing and wants to teach about it and pray for people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When we asked him what he was going to talk about he said, what ever the spirit leads, implying that he is just going to get up there and start, talk and finish 45 minutes later.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In our culture this is completely unacceptable.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Pakistan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; there seems to be no thought about it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is how it is done, and that’s how he does it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am excited to see how it comes out.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As for my preaching style, I don’t plan on drastically changing it to shooting from the hip the whole time, but there is something for me to learn here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No matter how good your powerpoint is or how perfectly told your illustrations are, without the power of God, the Holy Spirit, the message is a complete waste of time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want God to live through the way that I teach, so I am going to pray that way.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lord, keep teaching me about how to effectively communicate to your people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Better yet just use me as a vessel.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let me be your mouth piece.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Continue to humble me to a point where I am completely reliant upon you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t want to be forced to use stories of old, quotes and clichés.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want your power to flow though me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Please do that in Jesus name. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-111108782384506199?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/111108782384506199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=111108782384506199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111108782384506199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111108782384506199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/03/god-vs-my-bright-ideas.html' title='God vs. My Bright Ideas'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-111104212382873071</id><published>2005-03-16T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T22:48:43.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sloppy Theology</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I just got back from church tonight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had a guy from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Pakistan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; there who taught about Islam and Christianity.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He then opened up the floor to anyone who wanted to receive healing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;People went up, he prayed, some were “slain in the spirit” (I put that in quotes not to take away from the validity of the occasion, but simply to point out that it is not a biblical term, and I am not particularly fond of the terminology) I assume that some were healed and others were not based upon their reaction.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I feel the need to be perfectly honest and I have to say that I do not fully understand healing and Christianity, and how they relate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have seen the Lord use my prayers to heal others, but I can’t seem to neatly fit healing into my logical theology.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;My problems arise when I try to answer the question of why some people aren’t healed?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The obvious answer to that is that the Lord has a bigger plan.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He wants to do something inside of them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Shouldn’t I have deciphered that before praying?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Romans &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="16" hour="8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;8:16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; says that our finite minds can’t comprehend everything that God wants to do, so the spirit himself intercedes for us when we don’t know how we should pray.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Should prayers that God plans not to answer not be prayed in the first place?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You are probably saying no, we should pray all the time no matter what.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then my question becomes how do we have faith in that, knowing that I might be praying something that God has different plans about?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If faith is all that is required to do miracles, how can I have faith when I pray, if there is a real chance that my prayer won’t be answered even though it is for good reason?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is why so many Christians have been crippled into praying only that God’s will be done.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;See what I mean.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It doesn’t seem to fit well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am excited for Sunday to see what the Lord is going to do in a more healing friendly context.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pray for God to be mighty and powerful there that day and that lives would be turned for God.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That is the real reason why he heals people in the first place.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Lord, give me faith to move mountains.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Teach me about healing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Don’t let me get in the way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want you more than anything, even if it is messy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-111104212382873071?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/111104212382873071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=111104212382873071' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111104212382873071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111104212382873071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/03/sloppy-theology.html' title='Sloppy Theology'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-111086955232767735</id><published>2005-03-14T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T22:52:32.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Slaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Galatians &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="13" hour="17"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;5:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; – “For you have been called to live in freedom - not freedom to satisfy your sinful nature, but freedom to serve one another in love.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;My generation places a huge value on freedom.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We are the product of the Baby Boomers who started the trend, but there is a new movement in the Christian community that celebrates our freedom in Christ more than any generation in history.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have been thinking a lot about our freedom in Christ lately.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was spawned during a discussion we had in our church staff meeting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The discussion really got us nowhere, and we left more confused than we came.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;This verse sheds a little light on my personal philosophy of the best way to handle this seeming paradox.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My attitude should be that my freedom is primarily to serve others, rather than to do what I wish with things not explicitly condemned in scripture.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We live in a world where there are two kinds of people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some would be encouraged towards God by seeing an active Christian drinking.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Others would be turned off by something like that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My response needs to be on a case by case situation, to what would best serve the person I am trying to reach.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is just one passage to applies to this area.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I look forward to whatever else the Lord shows me this week on this topic.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I feel a topic coming on for tribe this week. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-111086955232767735?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/111086955232767735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=111086955232767735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111086955232767735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111086955232767735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/03/free-slaves.html' title='Free Slaves'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-111078400590846199</id><published>2005-03-13T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T23:06:45.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christian Conjurer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Galatians &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="23" hour="16"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;4:23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; - The son of the slave-wife was born in a human attempt to bring about the fulfillment of God's promise. But the son of the freeborn wife was born as God's own fulfillment of his promise.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;This verse stood out to me this morning because I so often am like Abraham in this story.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want Gods promises to come about so badly that I will just conjure up something myself, throw a “property of god” label on it and call it the Holy Spirit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am sure that we all must do this.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What we are really doing when we do this is taking the Lords name in vain.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are taking something that we have created with our finite ability, and lowering God to that level, making him only as capable as we are.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I really don’t like that I do this, but something in me tells me that God needs back up or something.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Like when I lead worship, I know that I often have a backup plan.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will lead and provide a place for god to move, but if he doesn’t… I got his back.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But the Lord doesn’t need me to fulfill his promises.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He needs me to walk in them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What I wind up doing is stealing the amazing things that God wants to do. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He wanted to be my plan B when his plan A seemed to fail (I have learned that chances are it didn’t fail, I just perceived it that way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to stop this and be better at trusting God and his promises.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Lord help me to trust you more.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So many promises of yours can be missed, not just because we sin, but because we assume that your promises are too far fetched.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We figure that we give you a window and expect you to jump through it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am sorry for making you as small as I am.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In reality you are much bigger.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Help me to remember that and never have to get to plan b, because I know that your plan A can always work.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I need to expect it, and you will be faithful.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thank you for always being faithful.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-111078400590846199?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/111078400590846199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=111078400590846199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111078400590846199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111078400590846199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/03/christian-conjurer.html' title='The Christian Conjurer'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-111052063614204845</id><published>2005-03-10T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T21:57:16.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cryfest 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I don’t cry very often anymore.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As a kid I cried all the time about the littlest things.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was so passionate about sports that I cried when I got scored on in soccer (I was the goalie).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I cried when I struck out in baseball (I didn’t very often).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just hated disappointing others and knew I myself could do better.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since middle school, my crying time has been very limited.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I grew out of that hyper emotional state, to the man you see now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hate to cry, and I hate it when people around me cry.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The time I really remember crying was at my wedding.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was the end of an era, and therefore sad, yet extremely happy at the same time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Besides that I can only recall two other crying times in the past few years.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Both of them happened to revolve around baseball.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In 98 I balled when mark mcgwire hit #62.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then in this decade I cried each time the Yankees won the world series.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I had to average it all out I would say that I am good for one cry a year.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tonight I held cryfest 2005.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Let me caution you fellow bloggers with this.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Beware, your parents could possibly read your blog.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Be sure they don’t find out important stuff by reading your blog.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lets say, for instance, you get engaged.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Don’t write it in your blog until you tell your parents face to face, or if you must over the phone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I made this mistake in my post “Home is where your heart is.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tonight I called my parents happy to tell them all of the great strides we are making in adulthood, and to let them in on this condo purchasing talk.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They were all ready keen on most of it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hadn’t thought that through completely.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That wasn’t all there was to it though.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I love my parents so very much. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It pains me everyday to be 3000 miles and 500 dollars away from them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess for them hearing about out home buying escapades added one more level of permenance to our separation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They, being the loving parents that they are, reminded me of how much they love me and Mellissa, all the while compounding the guilt that we feel for living this far away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;None of this intentional of course, they are just being honest.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But it wasn’t even the guilt that got to me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I feel that my spiritual calling in a way trumped that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know the Lord wants me here, so I blame him for the distance between my parents and myself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;The thing that really got to me is when my dad stumbled over his words and they came out, not quite how he meant them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He said that I was not his son anymore.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That wasn’t what he meant to get across, but he was trying to let me know how much he missed me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The thing that really gets me, even now is that I feel the same way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I miss them more than anything I have ever missed in my life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They mean the absolute world to me and it literally hurts my heart that we have to be apart.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just the thought of not seeing them as often as I would like makes me so sad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to be that son who my mom dreams about.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The one who comes over with his family for Sunday dinner.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That would be a dream come true.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Coming to terms with that is the hard part.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is an irreconciliable difference.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I cannot be there, because I know the Lord has me here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They can’t be here because that is where there life is.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is nothing I can do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tonight I came to terms with that and it break my heart.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Mellissa rubbed my back as I cried into my pillow.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It took about 20 minutes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I felt better afterwards.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am glad that I dealt with that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here’s what I want to say to the most important people in my life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Mellissa – thanks for being my partner, and my support.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My life would have only a fraction of the joy I have now if it weren’t to you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Tribe/bloggers – I am here because God has me here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We better take full advantage of what he wants to do here through us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I refuse to waste this time. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Lets change this place for the Kingdom.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Mom and Dad – I love you, miss you, and need you so much.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am so thankful and proud to be your son.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;God – You are the most important on this list so I saved you for last.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am here for you, and live for you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Don’t let me miss out on your plan for my life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is not worth living without it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-111052063614204845?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/111052063614204845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=111052063614204845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111052063614204845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111052063614204845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/03/cryfest-2005.html' title='Cryfest 2005'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-111039512276058120</id><published>2005-03-09T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T11:05:22.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peter, what a Dweeb</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mark 16:7 – “Now go and give this message to his disciples, including Peter: Jesus is going ahead of you to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Galilee&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You will see him there, just as He told you before He died.” &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This passage seemed pretty plain to me at first read, then I got to thinking about that little clause in the middle of it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The angel makes a point to include Peter in this announcement.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was a big deal.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you saw the passion you remember the seen where Peter denies JC 3 times before the rooster crows.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You can see the anguish on his face when he realizes what he had done.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For all we know, the rest of the disciples weren’t treating him very well after this event.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They were probably debating on what his fate should be.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Should they continue to associate with Peter, who denied Christ when he needed him the most?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These ladies probably new the story about peter and unless the angel had said something, they wouldn’t have even thought of sharing this good news with Peter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But God had another plan.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He specifically included Peter, and made sure that he was not separated form his disciples.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He did everything he could to end division.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He reinstated Peter at that moment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am so thankful that he did because it gives schlubs like me a shot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As a result of reading this I want to make a better effort to love those who let me down, because it reminds me of how much I have let the Lord down, and how he still loves me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mellissa doesn’t let me down to much, but I need be more loving of her whenever she does, rare as it is.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I need to remember that mistakes don’t ruin god’s project.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Otherwise I would have been ruined long ago.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lord help me to be more forgiving, the way you are.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t just want to stop there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to be more like you in the way you got right past it, and continued to love people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Make me more like you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-111039512276058120?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/111039512276058120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=111039512276058120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111039512276058120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111039512276058120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/03/peter-what-dweeb.html' title='Peter, what a Dweeb'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-111035397756480444</id><published>2005-03-08T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T23:39:37.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Is Where Your Heart Is</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;This post will contain little spiritual content.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just wanted to share what has been going on today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I dream of one day owning my own home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Be that a condo, or a house, I just want to be able to do that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Unfortunately, I live in just about the worst place in the country to do that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tonight however we spent the night at my inlaws and decided to get much more proactive about buying a place.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They want to help us out with that as they help themselves out with it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There thought is that placing money into real estate here in this part of the country is a better investment than their stocks have been, so they want to split the cost of a place with us and have a partnership setup.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So we are putting wheels in motion that way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am not sure what I am supposed to do with this.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I feel almost childish, and certainly balless, having to split the cost of a place with my parents.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I feel like this is not part of the leaving and cleaving process.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am just not sure that I care about that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Real estate is so weird here and extremely inflated, but it shows no signs of deflating, so what can you say about that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;All I can ask is that you would pray with s about this.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am feeling more and more drawn to this place for ministry everyday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pray that God would give us wisdom as we go through this process.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pray that God would truly take care of us and our finances.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I pray those things Lord, and ask you to prove yourself to be God again in my life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-111035397756480444?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/111035397756480444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=111035397756480444' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111035397756480444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111035397756480444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/03/home-is-where-your-heart-is.html' title='Home Is Where Your Heart Is'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-111026885306242257</id><published>2005-03-07T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T00:01:23.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quote from Ralph Moore</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I posted on worship, and my heart in it. Here is a quote from a book that I am reading. It's by Ralph Moore and its called "Friends". The chapter is about needing to change the way we do services if we want the church to live in the GenX world. About worship he says this -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gen-Xers are not as prone to a polished presentation as previoous generations. A few guitars and a drum set will satisfy their need for sound. Young people would rather sings songs to God than about God. There is a new sense of mystery in the worship form of this generation. One of my staff members calls it "deep worship." Gen-Xers will sing a chorus or a verse over and over, allowing time to enter into the words and the music. The goal is to experience God's presence during worship rather than just make it an offering to Him. For many the encounter with God becomes the message. Bible teaching in this venue merely sets the stage for the experience."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he hit the nail on the head. This is a lot of what I was trying to say in my last post. To anyone who has an interest in ministry, and what ministry will need to look like in the next few years (or in some cases today) I would highly recomend this book. It has been teaching me a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-111026885306242257?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/111026885306242257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=111026885306242257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111026885306242257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111026885306242257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/03/quote-from-ralph-moore.html' title='A Quote from Ralph Moore'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-111018360178721752</id><published>2005-03-06T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T00:20:01.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worship 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;My wife and I were talking about worship and worship leading the other yesterday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had one of those quotable epiphanies as we discussed our concern with “the worship music industry”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have long felt that worship has been missing something.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That with all these great new songs coming out there is an emptiness in my heart.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Something that leaves me longing the way the old songs never did.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Over the years I attributed that to several things.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Most notably I figured it was my tastes becoming older, and not appreciating the new things that God is doing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am all ready a fan of flashback lunches on the radio, so why would worship music be any different.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Another though was that maybe I have just lost a small piece of my zeal, and don’t have the same passion that I used to.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Songs don’t rock me the way they used to because my heart is not in the same place that it used to be.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s just a couple of the thoughts that I assigned to my problem with worship as of late.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Don’t get me wrong I am not saying anything about my churches worship.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This week alone was fantastic, and Gods presence was real.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are many songs that I still absolutely love, it just feels that there are less of them now than I remember their being before. &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So without further ado, I will present my thoughts on why I have a hard time with a large amount of the new music that is coming out nowadays.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Worship music almost appears to have turned a corner.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It wasn’t a minor shift in style or anything insignificant like that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is my opinion that the function of a worship song has changed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The function today of a worship song is to be worshipful words for a congregation to cry out to God.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That is awesome.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I feel like the songs have left the realm in which I am more comfortable.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was raised on songs that’s sole purpose was to lead people into a worshipful encounter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So in one school of thought the song is the vehicle for worship and in the other the actions the song produces is the vehicle for worship.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hope that makes sense to somebody.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I come from a church experience where the worship objective was to meet God in a powerful and supernatural way and the worship music was a tool to bring that about.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I miss that so much.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have old cds that are still great to me where you know that there is so much more happening than the simple son that’s being sung.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That is how I lead worship to this day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have said for quite a while that I would like to be a worship leader.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just don’t plan on being the lead musician.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A pastor of a church should be the worship leader in the formal sense.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is so much for me to see about the Christian music industry, and anything that involves Christian paraphernalia.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s a whole other blog entry.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had a great weekend at church this week.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;From the cool things going on in tribe to the time I had at our services.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to see a breakthrough in worship in my own life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to fall in love with the music again, because of the frame of mind it drags me too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;God help me to worship you more.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-111018360178721752?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/111018360178721752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=111018360178721752' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111018360178721752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111018360178721752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/03/worship-101.html' title='Worship 101'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-111010207661459529</id><published>2005-03-06T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T01:41:16.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silver not Gray</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;25 down 50 (give or take) to go.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Call me morbid, that’s just how I work.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think of it as being a realist.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I spent surprisingly little time dwelling on my impending death today, as I normally do each time a birthday rolls around.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I figure that I went through my third life crisis last year, so I am cool until 36.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That one is going to be tough because it’s the half way point.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Someone shared with me tonight that life is like a jump off the empire state building.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When you first go you feel like you will be falling forever, but once you get a little ways into it you realize that it is all going pretty darn quick.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That hit me at right around 20, and from what I hear it gets even quicker from here on out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;To tell you the truth, I am not real sure how I am supposed to be feeling.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not just about my birthday, but about my life as a whole.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I am being completely honest, I feel like I am at a pretty good place all in all. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I think my goal in growing up (and I am officially grown up now, I can rent a car.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In fact I can do anything I want with the exception of being the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;US&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; President) was just not to disqualify myself from reaching my full potential.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wanted to be able to not have anything that I looked back on and regretted.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is funny but I feel like our generation no longer believes in regret.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I really don’t think I have ever heard someone seriously say that they regret a major life decision that they had made.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My generation has bought into this idea that all the bad stuff in our lives make us who we are today, and that we wouldn’t want to change that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Never mind, that so many of us don’t like the people that we are.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That has always been a pet peeve.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I ever ask you what you regret most about your life, don’t tell me nothing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That is the most phony thing you can say.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I understand that those mistakes played a role in your life turning out the way it did, but I know in your heart that you would do anything to have a few of those life decisions back.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;For me, If I had to chose just one thing that I wish I could have back, it would be the way I treated my brother.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is not in a very good place right now, and has such abnormal behavior in his life that I can’t help but feel partly responsible.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wasn’t exactly your dream brother.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We fought a lot, and I played some pretty dirty tricks on him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I remember once telling him that my parents wish that he had never been born.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think I told my parents about this before, and I know that I apologized to him the next day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I feel so terrible about ever convincing him about that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s the part of me that feels bad, and regrets my actions towards him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I have a lot of other uninteresting things that I regret dong in my life, but my point in all this is that I do not feel disqualified.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can honestly say that 18 year old Thomas couldn’t have dreamed of things being this good.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am so excited about this second 1/3 of my life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I won’t even bother to dream what my life will look like at 50.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will trust that the Lord has it planned out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s good enough for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-111010207661459529?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/111010207661459529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=111010207661459529' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111010207661459529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111010207661459529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/03/silver-not-gray.html' title='Silver not Gray'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-111001298371763524</id><published>2005-03-05T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T00:56:23.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Tribe</title><content type='html'>Thanks for making tribe work tonight guys.  It is so good to feel gods presence.  Pray that we can see it tomorrrow night too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-111001298371763524?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/111001298371763524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=111001298371763524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111001298371763524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/111001298371763524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-tribe.html' title='My Tribe'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110992129830013933</id><published>2005-03-03T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T23:28:18.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exauted (Tired but Stoked)</title><content type='html'>Thats how I am feeling right now.  I spent 10 hours cooped up in my little office today, and that doesn't include staff meetings and a couple trips home.  I have so much work right now (and what appears to be forever).  I finished putting together my sermon for this weekend just a few minutes ago.  All that not to complain, but to decompress and let you know that I am anticipating this to be an amazing weekend.  Tomorrow night at tribe we are planning on having a "prayer and worship night".  Basically that boils down to a few extra songs and a time of circling around anyone who needs or wants prayer. &lt;br /&gt;To those of you in my tribe let me say this: I want to see us really taste and see that God is really good.  I am expecting tongues and prophecy and words and even healings tomorrow night.  I want you all to be prepared and expect some of that kind of stuff to hapen.  As we worship, lets not be ashamed, and be sensitive for exactly what God is calling us to do.  Ask him what position of worship to take - knees? hands up? prostrate?  Ask him if he has a word he wants you to share, or a healing he wants to preform through you.  Lets prepare our hearts and expect the closest encounter we have ever had with our God.  Why would he not want to do that?  So the point is be ready, and make it your responsibility to break the silence and step out in ministry. &lt;br /&gt;I am stoked about my message for saturday night too.  You can be praying that I can be an effective mouthpiece for my God.  God wants to reclaim some of his people, and I am praying that he would do that on Saturday night. &lt;br /&gt;Join me, and expect big things this weekend.  I want to live in that way all the time, starting now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110992129830013933?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110992129830013933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110992129830013933' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110992129830013933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110992129830013933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/03/exauted-tired-but-stoked.html' title='Exauted (Tired but Stoked)'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110980667492246859</id><published>2005-03-02T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T15:37:54.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prayer Lifestyle</title><content type='html'>Mark 9:28-29 – They asked him, “Why couldn’t we cast out that evil spirit?”&lt;br /&gt;Jesus replied, “This kind can only be cast out by prayer (and fasting).”&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing about this story is that Jesus appears to be stating something completely false.  In this story of Jesus casting out the demon, it makes no mention of him either praying or fasting.  He speaks to the demon and tells him to get out.  It doesn’t specifically say that he ate, so maybe that was the case and it was just left out by the author.&lt;br /&gt;More likely however, is that Jesus was talking about a lifestyle that allowed him to have the power to cast out demons.  I shared yesterday about 4 areas of my life where I need to shape up.  One of them was my prayer life.  It seems to me that prayer and fasting need to be taking place all the time in order to equip us to do the work that God wants us to do.  It is not enough to pray and fast on specific occasions for particular things.  That isn’t bad, but Jesus required something else here in this passage.  He needed the Holy Spirit’s power and that power was born in his lifestyle of prayer and fasting.  I need to take that to heart.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;God today I am focusing on praying more.  Keep reminding me.  Help me to life a prayer lifestyle so that I am prepared when your power is needed.  I don’t want to have to change my lifestyle when you want to do something.  I want to be constantly available.  Help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110980667492246859?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110980667492246859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110980667492246859' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110980667492246859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110980667492246859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/03/prayer-lifestyle.html' title='The Prayer Lifestyle'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110974543691195456</id><published>2005-03-01T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T22:37:16.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Vicariously</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Mark &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="27" hour="8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;8:27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;-29 - "Who do &lt;b style=""&gt;people&lt;/b&gt; say I am?"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;"Well," they replied, "some say John the Baptist, some say Elijah, and others say you are one of the other prophets."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Then Jesus asked, "Who do &lt;b style=""&gt;you&lt;/b&gt; say I am?"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is kind of funny, but I will post it anyway.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I thought I had a major revelation with this verse, and I spent a lot of time meditating on it, only to find out that I misread it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I thought Jesus repeated himself completely, asking who peter said he was twice.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was trying to make the point that Peter answered on behalf of other people instead of giving is on opinion.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That is not in fact what happened, but I do believe that the truth that I learn from that non scriptural revelation still applies.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I so often live my Christian life vicariously through others.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am read scripture, in light of how the verses I read can affect others.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I take others philosophy of ministry, and thoughts on god and make them my own.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The truth is that often I feel like I miss out on what God wants to communicate to me personally.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Honestly I dont remember the last time that I have heard the Lord speak to me about me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thats not true, I have.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is just easier for me to ignore what he says about my life and impose lessons I have learned on others.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;I feel like in the spirit of openness, I should list some of the things that God shows me that I continually ignore.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have lost my heart of a servant.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had it at one point and now dont see it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to worship God again through service, and believe me, he wants me to do that too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;2.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I need to get my selfish ambition out of the way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I so often see things through the lens of personal success rather than kingdom success.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;3. I need to do a better job of loving people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I need to value people the way God does.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I need to be a better listener to others.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is the real reason that friends are different as seen in the last post.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It has nothing to do with that friendship quota crap.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;4.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am falling short in my prayer life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I started that prayer list page in hopes of it helping that, but it hasnt worked out very well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I need to be a prayer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Thats a big enough list.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thats enough to work on for this year.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;God remind me of this list constantly throughout my day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to not just hear you but obey.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have fallen short.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have written these things on my hand.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Write them on my heart.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want more of you, and I know from experience that more requires that I do the things I have all ready been called to do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am sorry I havent.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Help me to stop externalizing your word. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;I want to stop living vicariously through others and let Him live vicariously through me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110974543691195456?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110974543691195456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110974543691195456' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110974543691195456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110974543691195456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/03/living-vicariously.html' title='Living Vicariously'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110963384752694128</id><published>2005-02-28T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T15:37:27.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help a Brother Out</title><content type='html'>Guys, do me a favor and help out Sam.  Post a comment in response to his burining question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fatheripray.blogspot.com/2005/02/questions-of-inexperienced.html#comments"&gt;Sam's Burning Question&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110963384752694128?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110963384752694128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110963384752694128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110963384752694128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110963384752694128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/02/help-brother-out.html' title='Help a Brother Out'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110963195581813085</id><published>2005-02-28T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T15:38:52.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Growing Up</title><content type='html'>Sean Penn was sitting four rows in front of me on the plane last week. I was in the front of coach class, and he was in the front of a very small first class. I realized he was married to Forrest Gump’s girl, Jenny. I had never been around a famous person for quite that long before. I have spoken to basketball players, and seen movie stars. Heck I even bussed sir Elton John’s table once. This time I was trapped in a flying capsule with a star for around five hours. He didn’t look as glamorous as one would expect. Not that Sean Penn is one of the more glamorous stars out there. It was an interesting experience.&lt;br /&gt;During the whole flight I found myself wondering, “what is Sean doing now?” I wondered if he ate the peanuts like we all did. Did he watch the same terrible movie that we did? Besides being in first class was he just as uncomfortable as we were? During the whole flight there was a slight buzz from the crew and the passengers around him. I must have heard “Sean Penn” whispered a dozen times. After the flight we were walking out to the street and happened to be right beside him as they scurried along, trying to go unnoticed. They skipped the baggage claim area, and went directly out to await their ride home.&lt;br /&gt;This little encounter, or lack thereof taught me something about myself. I do not treat all people equally. I am not real sure how I learned it. I think my thought process went something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow there’s Sean Penn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be cool to be Sean Penn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to be his friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute Sean Penn isn’t that different from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has to deal with the same junk I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His life is just as significant as mine or the homeless persons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I value him higher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if this is rational to anyone else but it was deeply convicting to me. It reminded me of one of our core values at tribe. Dare I say it be THE core value. If tribe does nothing else our goal is to see it build relationships.&lt;br /&gt;But I am locked in an internal debate around this question. Here is my concern. Can relationships of real intimacy, the kind of intimacy you had with childhood friends, be formed this late in life? Or is friend making like language learning – only easy when you are young? Are we programmed to lose this ability when we hit a certain age, or have made a certain amount of friends? DO we start out our life with a certain allotment of friend making – you can make 7 close friends and then you are done? I have to believe that this is not the case, but a lot of evidence points this way. Truth is I know it just take a lot more work.&lt;br /&gt;And I still want tribe to breathe this. It is the reason why we exist and the best platform on which to reach our spiritual goals. Just because it is hard, doesn’t mean that I will give up. To all who are reading this, don’t take it the wrong way. I want your friendship so badly. I have been reading all about church planting lately, and everything tells me that it has to be done with intimate relationships. I am really desiring those. Not just to plant a church, but more because that is how I enjoy life.&lt;br /&gt;Long story short – I am deeply confused by the art of growing up. &lt;br /&gt;Love you guys and hope that our relationships continue to grow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110963195581813085?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110963195581813085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110963195581813085' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110963195581813085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110963195581813085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/02/art-of-growing-up.html' title='The Art of Growing Up'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110958020521887876</id><published>2005-02-28T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T00:44:56.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Blog...Doggystyle</title><content type='html'>&lt;code&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asksnoop.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bearkey.com/photos/1071352153-story.snoop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;One of the funniest things I have ever seen. You put in your web adress (try it on your blog, its a riot) and it converts the text into snooponics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;code&gt;Beware of mild explatives.&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;  Give it a trizzle.  That's Hizzle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110958020521887876?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110958020521887876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110958020521887876' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110958020521887876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110958020521887876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/02/your-blogdoggystyle.html' title='Your Blog...Doggystyle'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110957916645252129</id><published>2005-02-27T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T00:26:06.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got ID</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;We got up at &lt;st1:time minute="30" hour="16"&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="30" hour="16"&gt;4:30&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt; in the morning.  Mellissa’s dad was at our front door a few minutes before five.  We spent an hour and a half trying on our way to the airport.  We exchange hugs and make our way to the line.  We get to the desk and everything is going swimmingly.  The Lady behind the counter asks for ID’s.  Mellissa’s demeanor changes from excitement to terror in a matter of 30 seconds.  She frantically scours places in her purse that her wallet could not be, knowing that it could not be there.  The simple laws of physics prevent a wallet of that size from being stuffed into a pocket in the lining of a small purse.  But she looked there anyway.  Part of it was insincere.  She knew she didn’t have the wallet.  She was starting to remember that she paid the bills late the night before and didn’t recall putting the wallet back into the bag.  She was looking for my benefit and for the lady behind the counters.  She felt the more shocked she appeared the more likely that the consequence would be waived.  After a little explaining and a little begging, they let us get on the plane.  We were both surprised.  We thought for sure that the trip was as good as over. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;I being the good husband that I am had little reaction besides the shaking of my head in disapproval.  In the end we made it to &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Hawaii&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; unscathed.  But the issue didn’t end there.  Due to a series of holidays we were unable to get the ID sent to &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Hawaii&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; in time for the return flight.  So during the whole trip Mellissa was living in constant stress of things not going quite as well on that side of the lake.  She almost couldn’t enjoy one of the most amazing places on earth because of the constant burden weighing on her.  Will they let me on the plane this way?  Will I get stuck in &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Hawaii&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; with my in-laws?  She didn’t know and it changed the whole experience.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Ephesians &lt;st1:time minute="13" hour="13"&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="13" hour="13"&gt;1:13&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt; says “And when you believed in Christ, he identified you as his own by giving you the Holy Spirit…”. That is our ID.  It is issued by Christ himself, and it is carried by us in the form of the Holy Spirit.  We can live out our life with joy if we have our ID.  We need not fear failure if we have our ID.  We have authority when we have our ID.  We need not worry about our trip to the other side when we have our ID.  I need to live out every day of my life with my ID.  God help me to do that!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;My lips are shakin’&lt;br /&gt;My nails are bit off&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a month since I’ve heard myself talk&lt;br /&gt;All advantage this life’s got on me&lt;br /&gt;Picture a cup in the middle of the sea&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;- Eddie Vedder of &lt;st1:place&gt;Pearl&lt;/st1:place&gt; Jam in his song “I Got ID”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;I'm not so sure he did.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110957916645252129?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110957916645252129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110957916645252129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110957916645252129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110957916645252129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-got-id.html' title='I Got ID'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110946059775737504</id><published>2005-02-26T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T15:29:57.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Numbers &lt;st1:time minute="11" hour="20"&gt;20:11&lt;/st1:time&gt; – Then Moses raised his hand and struck the rock twice with the staff, and water gushed out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So all the people and their livestock drank their fill.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;We spent a lot of time on this passage in &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Bible&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype&gt;College&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The story goes on to tell about God being angry with Moses for hitting the rock when all he commanded him to do was speak to it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sadly this little blunder is the reason that Moses never gets to see the promised land.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not the getting mad and smashing the 10 commandments, nor the killing of a slave drive back in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Egypt&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The thing that keeps Moses out of the promised land is beating up on a rock.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t want to get into the reasoning of God on this subject.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It seems weird to me, but he is God for a reason, and this disobedience must have really upset him. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Others would argue that this was written by Moses and so he tried to minimize his sins in this way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am willing to take it at face value.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;The thing that sparks my interest is why in the heck water came out of that rock. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Moses didn’t follow gods instructions, and God clearly wasn’t with him in his striking of the rock, so why did the miracle just not work.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It seems to me that this would have been the most appropriate response on Gods part.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“You don’t obey me, I won’t empower you.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is what should have happened in the story.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Moses should have beaten the rock…and that’s it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe he would try it again and then realize that God said to speak to it and finally get it right after a couple of embarrassing moments.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;But God is so big, he must have known the consequences of this, and chosen to do otherwise.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe if Moses had failed just once he would have completely lost the respect of all of his followers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So God in his wisdom, made it work for him, saving Moses some face, and keeping his people for the time being. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That is all supposition on my part.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We can’t be sure to know what God was doing here, but I need to trust that it was good.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hope he does the same thing in my life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am sure I will sin in my future, and that could possibly jeopardize all that God wants to do in my life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I pray that he would save me some face, and continue to use me, however he sees fit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t want to take his grace for granted, I just want to be covered by it.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;God pour your grace upon me even though I don’t deserve it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I sin too much.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Treat me like Moses.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Punish me for my sins, but don’t let the punishment ruin my ministry, and all that you want to do in me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will take anything other than that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bringing you glory is the most important thing in my life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Give me grace enough to do it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s Hot. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110946059775737504?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110946059775737504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110946059775737504' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110946059775737504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110946059775737504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/02/saving-face.html' title='Saving Face'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110940708942747774</id><published>2005-02-26T00:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T00:38:09.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Were on a Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well I am back and my goal is to ease back into blogging.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is tough to go from no blogging at all back to 500 words a day or whatever I used to write.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let me take a second to bring you up to speed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;I just got back from &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Hawaii&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; late last night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a great time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For the first time I am really an adult, and didn’t try to get together with all my old friends when I was back in town.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I played tourist.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We went out to eat every meal (thanks mom and dad…maybe I am not as adult as I would like to think), we hung out on the beach and just vegetated for 8 days.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The sad thing is that I pretty much took a vacation from Christianity.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I say Christianity in a strict sense.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t mean that I sinned for 8 days uncontrollably, or even that I didn’t appear to be a Christian.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Heck I even read 2 pastoring books while I was there. I just didn’t center my life around my God, which was surprisingly easy and painless.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I say surprisingly, because I’d think that all my joy would have been snapped, because God was trying to teach me what my life is worth without him, but no I had a great time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am ready to get back to life, and I’m excited to get back to seeing what God has in store for me each day again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t really know what to make of all this.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am still processing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just know this – I am back and ready to blog&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;God I am back, sorry for leaving you out, I think.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe you are teaching me something.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I want to make it clear that I am hungry for you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thanks meeting me 99 percent of the way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110940708942747774?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110940708942747774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110940708942747774' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110940708942747774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110940708942747774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/02/we-were-on-break.html' title='We Were on a Break'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110853130208016098</id><published>2005-02-15T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T21:21:42.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Vacation From My Problems!</title><content type='html'>Well tribe, and company.  It has been an amazing 46 days of continual blogging, and thats a lot.  I am writing this to say that I am just about to leave for hawaii (I know its rough) and am not sure about the blogging conditions there.  I will try to get a few posts up, but I can't guarantee them to be daily.  This is the verse I am praying for this trip:&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 26:8 - I love your sanctuary Lord, the place where your glory shines. &lt;br /&gt;Help me to live in that. &lt;br /&gt;See you guys in a week.  Stay dry. (mwuhahaha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110853130208016098?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110853130208016098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110853130208016098' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110853130208016098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110853130208016098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/02/vacation-from-my-problems.html' title='A Vacation From My Problems!'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110845464033013893</id><published>2005-02-14T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T00:04:00.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning how to Climb</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Psalm 24:3-4 – &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Who may climb the mountain of the LORD?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Who may stand in his holy place?&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Only those whose hands and hearts are pure, who do not worship idols and never tell lies. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;This whole Psalm really jumped out at me. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am convinced that a great song could be written using just the interlude of this psalm.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But more than anything this verse stood out to me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It kind of went along with a passage I read in Leviticus today as well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The passage told the story of a young man who blasphemed the Lord.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No word on what he said, but the community could not exist with something like this within it so the Lord ordered him to be stoned.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I find that I have been writing on this topic a lot lately.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;I figured that the reason for that is an overall tolerance for sin.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t hate my sin.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The problem is when I think about this verse all that pops into my mind is the sins of others, and how they might be separating our generation from what God wants to do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Be that as it may, I need to take the plank out of my own eye first.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I need to really hate sin in my own life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would lose my job if I were completely open here and the right people read it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When you hear that statement you think I must be in some kind of horrible sin.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Involved in a secret lifestyle of some kind, but that is not what I am talking about.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My sin however needs to be seen in my own eyes as horrible.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have bought into the lie that I only have small sins, but the truth of the matter is that there really is no such thing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They all break Gods heart and separate me from him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The way I tell lies of convenience, the way I speak poorly about others to build myself up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Those are just a couple.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want more of God and he wants more of me, so I will start by doing my best to give him this.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;God I need your help.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t do this on my own.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My prayer is that you would show me the areas of my life that break your heart.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Help me to hat them the way you do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to bring you more worship in this way, by keeping your boundaries.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You are worth it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110845464033013893?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110845464033013893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110845464033013893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110845464033013893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110845464033013893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/02/learning-how-to-climb.html' title='Learning how to Climb'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110836509507060600</id><published>2005-02-13T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T23:11:35.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Worth Living For</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Acts 20:24 -&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But my life is worth nothing unless I use it for doing the work assigned me by the Lord Jesus – the work of telling others the good news about Gods wonderful kindness and love.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thomas’ Personalized Paraphrase&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The Life that I live now is meaningless.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am a complete waste of space, and good for nothing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is no reason for me to live…unless I use it in service to God.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I need to get out there and stop wasting my life and tell people about God. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Not just about him, but about how relationship with him is once again available.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He truly is so loving and kind to make something like this possible.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;God help me to live accordingly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Use me to increase your worship by adding to your kingdom.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I really am worthless without you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In light of that fact help me to find my worth in you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you could use anything Lord, you could use me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110836509507060600?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110836509507060600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110836509507060600' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110836509507060600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110836509507060600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/02/something-worth-living-for.html' title='Something Worth Living For'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110823750824424654</id><published>2005-02-12T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T11:45:08.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Provide or Change Me, Either Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Psalm 13:1, 5, 6&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh Lord, how long will you forget me?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Forever? How long will you look the other way? But I trust in your unfailing love.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will rejoice because you have rescued me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will sing to the Lord because he has been so good to me.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I relate to David here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course my problems are few compared to the issues he is addressing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am so quick to say or think that the Lord has left, or is not with me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hate to say it but it is kind of like that cheesy “footprints” story.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am in a situation involving our finances and my attitude so far has been like that of David in the first verse.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Am I going to have to deal with this kind of crap forever? &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I need to adjust my attitude the way that David did.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even though things may seem a little tough I need to worship the Lord and rejoice and know that he is going to be rescuing me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is as good as done.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He will take care of me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I need to trust him.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A friend of mine prayed for my circumstances lat night, and he prayed interestingly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have spent all of my time praying for god to provide, but he chose to pray that God would do what he is trying to do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That we would learn what he is teaching us, and that God would resolve it in his time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That is my prayer too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want what he wants, and until I get that, I will sit back and trust him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;God I trust you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Provide.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But even more than that, change me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I give you permission.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want more of you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As we go to see our tax guy today, do something.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Provide or teach, or both.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want you more than the result.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110823750824424654?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110823750824424654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110823750824424654' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110823750824424654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110823750824424654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/02/provide-or-change-me-either-way.html' title='Provide or Change Me, Either Way'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110819599525668067</id><published>2005-02-11T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T00:13:15.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Strapping Young Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have two Jobs.  Truth is I have never had a full time job before.  This is not to say that I don't work full time now.  I do, just not all at one place.  I was talking with some guys from my tribe tonight, and we were talking about work and worship and how we can worship at work (funny thing is that I am preaching on this exact topic tomorrow night).  I shared that I am good at serving the Lord in one sense at my job.  That one sense is doing everything I can to win my coworkers with the gospel.  At the same time I really suck at worshipping the Lord at work in another sense.  That sense is working with excellence.  I am called to work as hard for my boss as I would if it were JC himself. &lt;br /&gt;I am not a terrible employee, there are just some small things that I don't do, just because I don't want to, and this should not be.  The one thing that comes to mind is rolling straps.  I drive a delivery truck for a machine shop (which happens to be run by my father in law which makes worship extra difficult).  We have these filthy oil soaked straps that we use to tie everything down that we transport.  At one point theses straps were a solid bright yellow.  Now they are a frayed, steel splinter infested, and two shades short of being black.  I hate rolling those dang things.  They give me splinters, they get the grossest shop grease all over my hands, and the worst thing is that I am the only one who does it.  Every time I come to work and the truck had been used, all the straps would be wadded up in a heap/knot, ready for me to get dirty and splintered.  I hate them.&lt;br /&gt;But I know what my mission is now.  I need to be excellent in the way of the straps as well.  I am sorry if this does not make sense to you, but it is a calling I have.  How can I preach on this tomorrow if I don't live it the day before.  So tomorrow morning, I am going to get up and go out to the truck and wind up the straps that I piled up.  I am not looking forward to it, but I have to believe that the Lord will be pleased by that.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Lord help me to worship you at work.  Show me ways that I can have more integrity at work, and bring you more worship.  I am sorry for not representing you quite as much as I could. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110819599525668067?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110819599525668067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110819599525668067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110819599525668067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110819599525668067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/02/strapping-young-man.html' title='A Strapping Young Man'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110808735175638744</id><published>2005-02-10T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T18:02:31.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unknown God</title><content type='html'>Acts 17:23 – “for as I was walking along I saw your many altars. And one of them had this inscription on it – 'To an Unknown God.' You have been worshiping him without knowing who he is, and now I wish to tell you about him.”&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I am just praying to myself.  I say my prayers but I don’t really even think of who I am praying to or what he did for me.  I will sit in my room and make my requests, with no thought into who I am actually praying to.  Does this matter?  It is like talking to a person, But I have fallen into such a rut in some ways that it is more like am talking to myself.&lt;br /&gt;I realize that this is not what this verse is really talking about, but I asked myself this question after reading this.  Do I worship and pray to him and not really know who he is?  How often do I do that in my times of worship.  I say the words, but how many of them are actually directed to God.  How many of them are sung the same way I would sing I saw the sign by ace of bass.  It takes some real intense concentration to really mean the words you say, whether it be prayer or song. &lt;br /&gt;God deserves that.  I am not very good at paying attention.  Maybe it is years of exposure to video games, or maybe it is my diet that consists of unhealthy amounts of sugar, but I for one am not really paying attention to what I am saying most of the time.  I respond out of habit.  I am sure that I will do this again, but I know that I am saying right now that no response to my Lord should be out of habit or routine.  He is worth so much more to me than that.  I want to cease using meaningless mumbo jumbo and tell him exactly what I mean.  He deserves my focus and my attention even more than that.  From today on I will do my best to be even more real before him.  He is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;God I know that even in this space I have written prayers that mean nothing to me.  Don’t let this be one.  I am sorry for doing that.  Your death and your love for me makes this worth it.  Forgive me for not esteeming you higher.  Help me to focus on you better.  Teach me.  I have often concluded with a short statement of worship, but today I mean it more than ever…I am yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110808735175638744?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110808735175638744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110808735175638744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110808735175638744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110808735175638744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/02/unknown-god.html' title='The Unknown God'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110801106515787023</id><published>2005-02-09T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T20:51:05.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting out of God's Way</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Acts 16:4-5 - Then they went from town to town, explaining the decision regarding the commandments that were to be obeyed, as decided by the apostles and elders in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Jerusalem&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So the churches were strengthened in their faith and grew daily in numbers.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Lord is showing me the opposite side of the coin today, as opposed to what he was showing me yesterday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yesterday I was feeling the importance of not holding the non believer to the standards we hold believers to.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That is very true, but I feel like this verse clearly shows the importance of holding the believers accountable to the lifestyle they are supposed to live.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A few weeks ago a friend of mine and I got into a conversation about sin in the church.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Basically the idea we were wrestling with was – Does our sin as a church (I mean the church in general, not a specific church) hold us back from the mighty and amazing things that God wants to do?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Does our pride, and gossip, and sexual immorality, and all of our lies cause God to delay whatever he has planned?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I thought this to be true and when I look at this verse I am convinced.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If I remember correctly from yesterday the “decision regarding the commandments to be obeyed was that the believers could not eat a few different foods, and couldn’t be sexually immoral.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What we see here is that when Paul and Silas present this truth to the church, it is warmly received, and then God started a mini revival.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If we look at this we see that the only precursor to a revival is Paul preaching a repentance from sin.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The church needs to take this seriously.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We need to stop worrying about the sin in our culture, for a little while at least, and focus on the problems in our church.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If we can just get those under control, I believe we could expect God to show up and take care of the non believers by the power of his holy spirit, which we no longer quench since our turn from our sins.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ll be praying about this, but the bottom line is that we can’t tolerate sin from ourselves, and to some extent our Christian family.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Help me to be full of Love and Grace, but still have a great desire to see you worshiped by people keeping your rules.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t want to be part of preventing your revival for my generation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let me be a promoter not a hindrance.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want it so badly, so consider this a prayer asking you to revive my county also.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Help me to be as relevant to my generation as Jesus was to his.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110801106515787023?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110801106515787023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110801106515787023' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110801106515787023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110801106515787023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/02/getting-out-of-gods-way.html' title='Getting out of God&apos;s Way'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110788569870483573</id><published>2005-02-08T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T10:01:38.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning on a Dime</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Acts &lt;st1:time minute="19" hour="15"&gt;15:19&lt;/st1:time&gt; – “It is my judgment, therefore, that we should not make it difficult for the Gentiles who are turning to God.”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How am I at this?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do I make it difficult for the gentiles who are turning to God?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Paul here says this in a specific context.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is saying it at a meeting of the apostles and elders of the whole church, and they are discussing whether or not Gentiles can even be Christians.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They conclude that they could, and that it would be best to not make it to difficult for them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They didn’t even require them to follow the Law of moses with the exception of a few major laws.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Three of them are dietary restrictions, and the final one is to abstain from sexual immorality.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One interesting thing that I believe the Lord is showing me here is that this all came after they became Christians and received the Holy Spirit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;God was all ready filling and using these guys, even though they didn’t know any better about the sexual immorality.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was all part of their culture.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The point is that God saved those who were living wrong.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My thought is that as Christians we shouldn’t care at all about how perverse unbelievers are.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s all part of our culture.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When we share the good news with them we should limit it to that…the good news (see my posts from last week for a definition of good news).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is not to say that we trick them into the faith, saying they can do whatever they want, but we need to stop caring so much about how pagans live their lives and worry more about how those who currently are witnesses live their lives.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I need a change in my heart in this way.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lord help me to be most disgusted by the plank in my own eye.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have a lifetime of my own sins to control and be forgiven of.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let me never confuse the Gospel with the Law, because the two have never coexisted.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let the church grieve deeply for their sins, but for the Lost I pray that you would help me to be not judgmental.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Help me to be a better communicator of the Gospel.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want desperately to increase your worship, not necessarily make the world a holier place.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ll let you take care of that.&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110788569870483573?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110788569870483573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110788569870483573' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110788569870483573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110788569870483573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/02/turning-on-dime.html' title='Turning on a Dime'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110784738417315586</id><published>2005-02-07T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T23:23:04.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Posted!</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Acts &lt;st1:time minute="10" hour="14"&gt;14:10&lt;/st1:time&gt; - So Paul called to him in a loud voice, "Stand up!" And the man jumped to his feet and started walking.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have never tried this. Someone pointed out to me not to long ago that no one in the bible ever prays for people to be healed, they just tell them to be healed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Paul didn’t even say in Jesus’ name.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have never given this a shot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe I have become too formulaic in the way I pray for things.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe the idea of healing people matters more about the spirit and the faith in your heart than it does the exact words that you speak.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In fact I would have to think that this might be the case.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;God has used me to heal a few people in my life, and never have I tried to do it just by yelling and believing in my heart the way that Paul did.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I very rarely nowadays get a shot to say these kinds of prayers to people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I would like to say that my application for this verse would be to get out there and just do it, but that is scary.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It takes some major guts to just get out there and yell at somebody to do something they can’t do, and expect God to do some amazing stuff.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I feel like I need to try.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On my prayer list I have a guy named joe up there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Keep praying for him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lately however he has been complaining about some leg pain.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hope that next time he has the guts, maybe I can just say…be healed and see what happens, but then again it still has little to do with what I say.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I could probably yell, “nuprin is yellow” and get the same results if I have faith that God is going to do something.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But for this first try, I will stick with&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- be healed, or something like it.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lord give me the faith to see something like this work.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to see your power change peoples lives.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Give me the boldness to actually put you out there to prove yourself to those around me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Help me to trust you more.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110784738417315586?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110784738417315586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110784738417315586' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110784738417315586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110784738417315586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/02/be-posted.html' title='Be Posted!'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110775860106112558</id><published>2005-02-06T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T22:43:21.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moody Generation</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Acts &lt;st1:time minute="52" hour="13"&gt;13:52&lt;/st1:time&gt; – And the disciples were filled with joy and with the Holy Spirit.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The thing about this verse is that it is taken from a segment about the persecution of the disciples.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They were getting chased down and some were getting killed, and this is their response.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I read this I get to thinking about my moodiness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How can I even come close to justifying being not joyful, when I live in such a peaceful little world?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I deal with nothing that these guys had to go through, yet I get depressed, and in bad moods.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In many areas of my life I am missing the joy of the Lord.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Don’t get me wrong, I am a pretty even keel guy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t have huge mood swings, but I know myself better than anyone with the exception of God.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am not as joyful as I may come across.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This week even I was feeling like I was in a bit of a funk, and no matter of praise could break me out of it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My question is whether or not this problem is new to the world?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Did people in Jesus time have the psychiatric problems that we have today?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why is it that Jesus never does anything about these kinds of issues in scripture?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Did they just not talk about that kind of stuff?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t want to get to deep into the questioning.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I realized today that my blog needs more application ideas, so my application is to, note when my mood appears to be lacking joy, and get down and pray for God to fix that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He wants me to be filled with joy and the Holy Spirit, so what is keeping him from doing something about it?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am keeping him from giving me his joy, and I don’t want to stand in the way of that.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;God, I want your joy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Please give it to me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Show me times where your joy is missing in my life, and remind me to get on my knees at those times.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Life is so much better when I live in just the shadow of your joy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110775860106112558?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110775860106112558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110775860106112558' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110775860106112558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110775860106112558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/02/moody-generation.html' title='The Moody Generation'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110763341043842371</id><published>2005-02-05T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T11:56:50.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missed Opportunities</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am such a chicken.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had one of those experiences today where I was confident that the Lord was calling me to do something, and I couldn’t get the guts up to do it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Usually it is just for me to go and talk to somebody specific, and I wuss out for some reason or another.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But today he had a big assignment for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is a guy at our church named Jason who has been going through a tough time, but has seen Gods power in his life really straightening out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had a great time of prayer for him, and he was crying and God was doing something.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I prayed for God to use me to give him a word or something.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He did.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I felt compelled to read a segment from acts chapter 8 (the story of Philip baptizing the eunuch) and encourage him to make today his day, and be baptized.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The spirit was flowing and He probably would have done it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I couldn’t follow through with it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was afraid of being rejected, and looking like a dummy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Since that time, a little over an hour ago, I have replayed that scene in my mind several times.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am a bit angry with myself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t follow through when the lord gave me the work I asked for.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not only that, Jason could have had a life changing experience and a powerful testimony, and I stole that from him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know that this experience is not lost forever for him, but I just feel bad for not following through with what I was to do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thank God for his forgiveness.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lord help me to follow through when you give me a task.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Especially when you give me a task that I ask for.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I repent for missing the boat here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I pray you would restore Jason and change his life sooner rather than later, despite my shortcomings.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know you will, your plan is bigger than me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Please trust me again, I still want to be used, and restore me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Help me to live my life as a sacrifice to you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110763341043842371?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110763341043842371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110763341043842371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110763341043842371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110763341043842371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/02/missed-opportunities.html' title='Missed Opportunities'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110758809238516426</id><published>2005-02-04T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T23:21:32.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acceptable for Worship</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Psalm &lt;st1:time minute="14" hour="19"&gt;19:14&lt;/st1:time&gt; - May the words of my mouth and the thoughts of my heart be pleasing to you, O LORD, my rock and my redeemer.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;God has graced me with the ability to see scriptures theological concepts in totally new lights lately.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This verse in no exception.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My whole life, or for at least as long as I can remember, I have known this verse and lived under its shadow.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just never really understood it before.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The word that is used for pleasing in most translations is acceptable.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just never understood what that word meant.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you are not careful, you can easily interpret this verse to mean, “have clean thoughts, have clean speech.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But it appears to mean much more than that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our requirement to God is even greater than that. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We are to please him with our words and our thoughts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are not only to be tolerable to him but to be acceptable in terms of worship to him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have often made my speech tolerable, not bad, but certainly not good.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;God wants more than that. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It goes into so many areas of my life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;God has been showing me that he just really wants to be worshipped.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to bring it to him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lord help me to give you more worship.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Keep this truth burning in my heart.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Keep teaching me the way you have been.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am excited to see just one more place where I have missed out on your true message.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to worship you more.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Help me to bring you more glory.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Help me to live in our relationship.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110758809238516426?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110758809238516426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110758809238516426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110758809238516426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110758809238516426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/02/acceptable-for-worship.html' title='Acceptable for Worship'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110748120174423273</id><published>2005-02-03T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T17:40:01.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quick Post</title><content type='html'>I am glad that this blog is all about being open.  I am sure it is weird for a lot of you to see how messed up someone on our church staff is, but that is what goes with openess.  I have been preparing for my sermon for a few hours the past couple days, and I was just not feelin it.  I am not sure what it was, there was just no life to it.  Then I came to realize that the whole thing was comming together out of my own efforts.  I have spent very little time if any asking God to guide me.  Not only does the sermon stink so for, but on top of that I feel like crap.  I essentially wasted 2 days, by not allowing the Lord to be my provider.  SO that is why my post is going to be short today.  I need to get my first things first.  Let me just say thanks to all you guys for making this a great month and 3 days of spiritual growth, and that it feels so good to be part of a tribe.  I can say this amd really mean it - I love you all, thanks for building me up.  - thomas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110748120174423273?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110748120174423273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110748120174423273' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110748120174423273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110748120174423273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/02/quick-post.html' title='A Quick Post'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110738240393366614</id><published>2005-02-02T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T14:13:23.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sabbath and Much More</title><content type='html'>Exodus 34:21 – Six days are set aside for work, but on the Sabbath day you must rest, even during the seasons of plowing and harvest.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;God really cares about this whole resting thing.  As I have been reading Exodus, the theme seems to come up over and over again.  On top of that I have been reading a book on finances and it has a whole section of the Sabbath and how it relates to finances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the time of the exodus, when these things were written, it was unheard of to work only 6 days out of the week.  Weekends were not a reality.  In Egypt, they worked non-stop, especially the Jews, who were slaves 7 days a week.  Then God changed all of that.  The question that stands out is “Do you trust me enough to provide for you in six days as much as you could make for yourself in seven.  The answer to this question should be yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter my circumstance.  If you have been reading my blog you know we are in a financial crunch.  This week in order to put a dent in our debt, I decided to work on Mondays for my father in law.  These were normally my day off, but we need the extra dough.  Is this an example of me not trusting the Lord to provide for us in six days?  Maybe, but I also see that I am in a special circumstance.  My job isn’t like other peoples jobs.  I work at a church.  I pretty much have Saturday and Sunday off, I just have to be at church on those days, and sometimes play a role in the service.  It is kind of work, but at the same time not.  Look at Jesus he “worked” by healing people on the Sabbath.  How is running a church service different than that?  I am not sure what a guy is to do.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I know you could provide for me in 6 days more than I could make in 7.  I am not sure if what I am doing is wrong.  I ask for your direction.  I am willing to go for it either way.  I know you will meet all of my needs, and I trust you.  Help me to live the way you want me to live.  Give me wisdom.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110738240393366614?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110738240393366614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110738240393366614' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110738240393366614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110738240393366614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/02/sabbath-and-much-more.html' title='The Sabbath and Much More'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110732947847611376</id><published>2005-02-01T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T23:31:18.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/279/2829/640/engaged%202.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/279/2829/320/engaged%202.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose this to be my new background for my computer.  I just thoght it was beautiful.  That and my wife and I got engaged on that island.  I am such a romantic...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110732947847611376?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110732947847611376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110732947847611376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110732947847611376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110732947847611376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-chose-this-to-be-my-new-background.html' title=''/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110732774173332129</id><published>2005-02-01T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T23:02:21.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Gospel</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Acts 8 – The phrase “Good News” (gospel) appears 5 times.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why in the heck do we capitalize these words?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had never noticed that before but each time they appear in my NLT bible they are capitalized.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For the past few days I have been on a kick to define the Christian Climax, what is the pinnacle of the Christian faith.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Today I am faced with another facet of the same question.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I realized today that I have bought into a falsehood that is common in our generation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This false hood is that the gospel is the “how to go to heaven” message.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As good as that news is I don’t think it is &lt;b style=""&gt;"the" &lt;/b&gt;good news.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Like I was saying, this phrase appears 5 times in this one chapter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It appears nearly 100 in the New Testament, so I didn’t have time to cross reference each verse, but I took a look at a few of them and they appear to mean something other than the good news that I have been trained to accept.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They for the most part appear to mean that the &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;kingdom&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;  of &lt;st1:placename&gt;God&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; is beginning to be restored.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Good News is that no longer do we have to liven in a downward spiral called earth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We can now live in a regenerating world, because Jesus is bringing back the &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;kingdom&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;  of &lt;st1:placename&gt;God&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The good news is all wrapped up in Jesus setting a chaotic world straight again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When the apostles preached the good news, this is what they were sharing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now what to do with this wisdom?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have been wrestling with these thoughts for a few days now and they are changing my whole perspective on Christianity.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am on God’s side, not mans, so I am going to share God’s gospel, not the gospel most convenient to man.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For years I have been praying for a stronger heart for the lost.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think I missed the point there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yes I am supposed to care about those who don’t know the Lord, but the center of my heart should be the Lord.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I should have a heart for the Lord, who has an even greater heart for the lost than I possibly could.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I do I will be much more effective.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Last entry I talked all about relationship, and I still believe that is what is at the center.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to live in worship to God and see more people come into worship with God.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I care very much that people are saved from hell, but the bottom line is that I am more concerned with God getting his due.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is my God, and therefore has rank.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will live my life for his true gospel, not the one most convenient to me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Gospel must not be man centered as we have made it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It must be centered on God.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;God I am out there for you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You are truly my best friend, and I want other people to be your best friend to.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You are so good, and deserve it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Remind me to make you the center of my life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Help me to always share the true gospel, one that’s centered on you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Help me to live the true gospel, a life centered on you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You, yourself, (not what you do for me) truly are good news.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110732774173332129?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110732774173332129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110732774173332129' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110732774173332129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110732774173332129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/02/new-gospel.html' title='The New Gospel'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110723098366728049</id><published>2005-01-31T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T20:09:43.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christian Climax</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;"&gt;Exodus 29:40 – “I am the one who brought them out of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;"&gt;Egypt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;"&gt; so that I could live among them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am the Lord their God.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;"&gt;*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;"&gt;This verse spoke to me today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is found smack in the middle of all the instructions and dimensions of the tabernacle and all its paraphernalia.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This little gem is found right in there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I feel like it shows how much the Lord values a relationship with us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He did all of that, the killing of the first born, the locusts, the darkness, the red sea, and on and on – why? To live with his people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He would stop at nothing to be in relationship with his people. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Does he feel the same about me today?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have to believe that he does.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The question of why I was saved has been going in my head ever since I read that verse about Joseph, and why God saved him in the end of genesis.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is there more to life than trying to be saved? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;"&gt;I heard on the radio this afternoon a preacher who was talking about how he prays for his children.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He stressed that the most important thing for us to pray for in regards to our children is “for them to be saved at a young age.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am just not sure if I buy this any more.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe we should rethink the way we pray for people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to see people get saved from the fire of hell, but even more than that I want to see God get his way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His way seems to be a relationship with his people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He will stop at nothing to get that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know I have written a lot on this topic lately, but I can’t just skip by it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have seen too many “saved” lives wasted.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The bottom line is that God cares about relationship more than anything, so I am going to do the same.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even if you could the gospel and a lifelong relationship, I would still side with a relationship, because that is what he wants.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So when little ruby or duke (my wife under no circumstances will allow me to name our son duke) come out, I am going to start saying prayers for them to be friends of God, and that they would do nothing in life but be his friend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This should be our real desire.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;"&gt;*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;"&gt;God, don’t let me get away with just applying this verse to those who I minister to.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I do this I miss the point.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You want all of me too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I give you that, lets fall in love.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am open to it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Draw me unto yourself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Be my best friend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Help me to be a better one to you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At the same time, let me be careful with your gospel.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You love to save people from hell but I have to believe that a relationship with them is even more important to you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will preach this for the rest of my life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Help me to live it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110723098366728049?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110723098366728049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110723098366728049' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110723098366728049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110723098366728049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/01/christian-climax.html' title='The Christian Climax'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110714906861191656</id><published>2005-01-30T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T21:27:38.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All About The Benjamins</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;"&gt;I have been reading a book called “Your Money”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Actually I just started today, and it has been good for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The premise of the first chapter is that money is, at its essence, a medium for time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Money is earned by time spent.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whether a doctor, who delays the payment of his time until after his education, or a garbage man who can receive the benefit of his time with little other time invested, money is a medium for time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So if we take this a step further, since time is all we have in our life, money is really an exchangeable currency for the commodity of time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When we make a purchase, we are actually exchanging life for life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;"&gt;Taking this principle to heart, we need to think about our finances in a new light, especially as disciples of Christ.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Stealing, whether it be cheating on our taxes or getting involved in get rich quick schemes, is in essence robbing someone of their life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When we mishandle our own finances we are really wasting our life, which is the only commodity of any value to the Lord.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I rarely discuss financial topics on my blog, but I was moved by this thought, in light of my current financial situation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;"&gt;This week we were hit with a bit of a shocker.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I picked up a copy of turbo tax and brought it home anxiously, hoping to file immediately and receive a return which would be used for our outstanding dental bill.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To my shock I was hit with 2400 dollar debt, and various other underpayment penalties.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is life changing when you find yourself in debt.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I couldn’t understand it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We filled out all of our tax paperwork properly, but we still didn’t have enough deducted. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I always felt that I had a nose for financial wisdom. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Outside of car debts I have never been in debt in my life, which is a huge blessing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Truth is that I now can relate to those who tell me what debt feels like.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It feels like a huge weight on your shoulders, an unrelenting pressure.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;"&gt;So we are taking the responsible adult steps toward financial freedom.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had to pick up an extra day at my second job, we are on an entertainment-free budget, and we have an appointment with a CPA to see what options we have.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am just trying to process what God is doing here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe its nothing – we just didn’t pay our taxes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I have to believe that even though our ignorance led us into this problem, God is doing something.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At the very least he is building character in us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;"&gt;*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;"&gt;Lord, I ask you to make me better at managing my money.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have always felt I was good at it, but I know you have even more to teach me about it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I understand that at its essence it is my life in paper form.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Build character in me between now and April 15&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Provide for use like you promise to for those who love you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Help us to be financially prepared for the upcoming task of parenthood.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I pray that you would bless us so that we can bless others.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s all yours anyway.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to serve you for the rest of my life in the area of my finances. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110714906861191656?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110714906861191656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110714906861191656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110714906861191656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110714906861191656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-all-about-benjamins.html' title='It&apos;s All About The Benjamins'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110703599228032994</id><published>2005-01-29T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T13:59:52.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foreign Empathy</title><content type='html'>Exodus 9:10 – “Do not oppress the foreigners living among you.  You know what it is like to be a foreigner.  Remember your own experience in the land of Egypt.”&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;I feel like there are so many ways I could apply this verse.  This verse speaks of tolerance for those not like me.  It talks about putting myself in the shoes of others, and treating them how I wish I was treated.  The application that I see strongest helps me to understand what I saw at tribe last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I wrote a post called &lt;a href="http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/01/seeker-insensitivity.html"&gt;seeker insensitivity&lt;/a&gt;.  All week I have been thinking about what tribe should look like and how we cold be more inclusive of people who aren’t currently part of the tribe.  In the post I talked about not being so seeker sensitive, but how I approach tribe where we have only had a few visits from “seekers” and they were left seemingly dazed and confused.  So I ask the question, is it ok to not be seeker sensitive?  God has been helping me to answer that question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night at Tribe, I’d say we had just about our best meeting yet.  It seemed that our vision that we had from the beginning was finally able to come around.  Last night there were three guys who had never been to the meeting before.  Normally this would have me freaking out wondering – “Do they understand what this word means?  Do they feel comfortable with this situation?  Are they freaked out about my freaky worship leading?”  But last night everything just seemed to click.  The funny thing is that we were less “seeker sensitive” than ever.  We had a spirit filled worship time, including some spontaneous lyrics and choruses.  We shared our answers to the question – “Why did God save you?”  We had a brief sharing that was about the signs and wonders that God wants us to see.  Finally we closed with 40 minutes of prayer divided by gender, complete with words from God, laying of hands,  rebuking addiction, and reclaiming men for the Lord.  All that to say, it wasn’t your typical “purpose driven meeting”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it worked.  You could feel the love in the room just like you could feel the 78 degree body heat.  One of the guys who described himself as new to the faith, was bold enough to ask for prayer for his addictions.  Another one of the 1st timers shared he was devastated after his wife ran out on him six months ago.  We prayed for God to raise up chaplains, pastors, and addiction recovery specialists.  All that stuff is pretty scary, but I would be willing to bet that we would see some of those guys again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck does all that have to do with this verse?  Well they were foreigners, and I believe we gave those “seekers” the truest glimpse at what we are (or what we want to be at least).  They were open and felt loved because we were in our natural state, and unconcerned with what they were thinking.  We ceased trying to give a Christian performance and gave them a Christian experience.  As a foreigner that would be what I want.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Lord, continue to give me wisdom on how seeker sensitive to be, if at all.  Keep pouring out your blessings and your Holy Spirit.  That is the best way to grow your church.  I pray that the 18 we had at tribe this week would be dwarfed by the number of people you change through this group in the next few months.  Tribe is yours, keep using it.    Pour out your Holy Spirit and grow us yourself.  Thank you so much for all that you are doing.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110703599228032994?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110703599228032994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110703599228032994' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110703599228032994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110703599228032994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/01/foreign-empathy.html' title='Foreign Empathy'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110696737447336282</id><published>2005-01-28T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T18:56:14.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs and Wonders and Healings</title><content type='html'>Acts 4:30 – Send your healing power; may miraculous signs and wonders be done through the name of your Holy servant Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Man I want that.  But I am convicted that I do not want that enough.  This is a prayer offered by the disciples immediately after peter and John were put on trial for healing in the name of Jesus.  They prayed this prayer.  Why do I never pray like this.  I don’t pray as much as I should in general, but for these kinds of things, I don’t pray anywhere near enough.  This is what made the church grow.  Just before this 5000 men came to know the Lord.  They were drawn by the healing of a crippled man.  This is the most untapped method of church growth – signs, wonders and healings.  I have to believe that it is available.  Jesus is the same yesterday, today and forever.  I am just feeling convicted, in a good way, to do this more diligently.  I want to see this happen, but I have to want it more. &lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;God, I want your signs, wonders and healings to be a part of my life.  Right now I feel like you are asking me the question - why?  I want to see it more because you want to give it more.  Help me to have no selfish motivation in seeing your power.  I want it because you want to give it.  Help me to more diligently pray for your power.  I pray for your power tonight, now even.  Be powerful at tribe, be powerful in the 35 minutes leading up to tribe.  I want to see you grow your church.  I ask you for signs, and wonders! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110696737447336282?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110696737447336282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110696737447336282' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110696737447336282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110696737447336282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/01/signs-and-wonders-and-healings.html' title='Signs and Wonders and Healings'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110689519067877896</id><published>2005-01-27T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T22:53:10.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Worship?</title><content type='html'>Let me ask a quick question.  Today I was listening to a CD of preachers sharing during the revivals of the past.  One of the guys shared that he was so in love with God, and that God was so worthy to be worshipped that even if he had to go to hell he would spend his whole life on earth serving God.  I realize that this is one of those silly questions, that is the opposite of reality, but I think it is valid to see what we think of God and our motives for loving him.  I am thinking this through, but let me know what you think.  If you had to go to hell, would you still worship God while on earth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110689519067877896?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110689519067877896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110689519067877896' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110689519067877896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110689519067877896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/01/why-worship.html' title='Why Worship?'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110689352986259686</id><published>2005-01-27T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T22:25:29.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Myth of Burnout</title><content type='html'>Exodus 18:14-23 - When Moses' father-in-law saw all that Moses was doing for the people, he said, "Why are you trying to do all this alone? The people have been standing here all day to get your help."  Moses replied, "Well, the people come to me to seek God's guidance.  When an argument arises, I am the one who settles the case. I inform the people of God's decisions and teach them his laws and instructions."  "This is not good!" his father-in-law exclaimed.  "You're going to wear yourself out – and the people, too. This job is too heavy a burden for you to handle all by yourself.  Now let me give you a word of advice, and may God be with you. You should continue to be the people's representative before God, bringing him their questions to be decided.  You should tell them God's decisions, teach them God's laws and instructions, and show them how to conduct their lives.  But find some capable, honest men who fear God and hate bribes. Appoint them as judges over groups of one thousand, one hundred, fifty, and ten. These men can serve the people, resolving all the ordinary cases. Anything that is too important or too complicated can be brought to you. But they can take care of the smaller matters themselves. They will help you carry the load, making the task easier for you.  If you follow this advice, and if God directs you to do so, then you will be able to endure the pressures, and all these people will go home in peace."&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I chose such a long passage, but the whole thing kept speaking to me.  Today I read my friend gina’s blog (see my blog list to the right) and she got to talking a little bit about how she felt it important to guard her free time.  I think that is so good for her, and she should stick to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me say this: I think a lot of the time when people say something like this it is a crock.  To state it plainly I do not believe in burn out, at least not in the sense that it is commonly used in the church in this day and age.  I think burn out has become one of the most christianeese words I can think of, and to me it would be better translated, not being fed in my personal time with the Lord.  When I look at my life, I have had times where I could relate to the feelings of burn out, but I notice that those times also coincide with dry times in my walk.  So I would prefer if people gave me more info and rather than using the blanket statement – I’m burn out – I wish they would be honest and recognize that their problem is usually with their spiritual position.  I have been there, and it sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, the reason why this verse stuck out to me was not because I am dealing with burn out.  I am actually busier now that I have been at any time in my life, but I a feeling great.  Since starting this blog my spiritual walk has enjoyed the consistency that I have rarely had before.  That is all the more reason why this verse meant so much to me tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I found out that starting next week I am going to be preaching at church three times a month on the second Saturday night service.  I am so excited about this, mostly because I know that the Lord is growing me in this aspect, and I am excited to be used.  On top of that we found out this week that we underpaid our taxes all year and owe a good sized chunk of change to uncle sam.  To help cover that I am going to try to work an extra day a week for my father in law.  I thought I was busy before.  So as I got assigned all that preaching, I took on the task with what you might call a visual reluctance.  I explained how I felt sure that I should do this, but at the same time, I had no extra time to offer.  So what did I do?  I took it on, Dan gave me this encouragement as I did so – this will force you to have to work through other people.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this statement to heart.  Notice that I did not say “use” other people, it’s about working through other people.  (I wish I could work through someone an extra day at the shop).  But this verse really confirmed that in my life.  Moses did it, and it worked great.  I note that he was careful in his selection, and I need to be as well.  I have all ready gotten one major chunk of my business delegated to a great servant, who has a true servants heart (see “journey to the character of god” blog to the right).  I need to be praying about ways I can do this in other places of my ministry.  I see exactly where Gina is coming from.  I need to protect myself, but understand this – I am nowhere near burnt out!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help me to work through other people.  It is my desire to release people in ministry, and to free myself up to do more.  Help me to kill those two birds with one stone.  Show me those honest men who aren’t bribeable.  Use me as I preach in the future.  Continue to provide for my family.  I trust you to do so, and to take care of us in this crunch time.  Help me to serve you more whole heartedly.  Bring revival.  amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110689352986259686?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110689352986259686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110689352986259686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110689352986259686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110689352986259686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/01/myth-of-burnout.html' title='The Myth of Burnout'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110681141563966743</id><published>2005-01-26T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T23:36:55.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Third Times a Charm</title><content type='html'>Well my friend mike decided last night that before he made a decision on how his life is going to play out that he should come up here and see what God is doing and pray about it some.  He was blessed with the air miles to get up here, and got on a plane at 4 this morning.  Since he has been here we have had a blast but the Lord has all ready used him to lead one guy to Christ, and reunite another with his family.  He even spent a good chuck of the day with a guy from our church who was going through some serious stuff.  We got to pray for him and he broke down crying.  I know that I am a better minister of the gospel when he is around, so I am really hoping that the Lord keeps him here.  And how can he not.  Why would God use him to radically change 3 lives in one day and not be calling him to stick around here.  So we are praying.  I know I have asked you to pray about this before, but this time I am just going to pray what I want.  I want to see big things happen here, so I am praying that God keeps him here…but not my will but his will be done. Please pray with me.  For those of you who are part of tribe, he is going to share this Friday, and I am sure it will be good.  That plus hearing all of your answers to the question…Why did god save me?  I am looking forward to it. &lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Lord speak to mike.  As I write this he is praying a few feet away from me.  Speak to him now.  Speak to him tonight.  I just pray that you would change this place and use me in the most effective way possible.  I would like to see mike be a part of that.  Thank you for all that you did today, and I pray for more encounters of the God kind.  You are my Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110681141563966743?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110681141563966743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110681141563966743' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110681141563966743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110681141563966743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/01/third-times-charm.html' title='Third Times a Charm'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110671805182810213</id><published>2005-01-25T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T21:40:51.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leading the Blind</title><content type='html'>Exodus 13:17 - When Pharaoh finally let the people go, God did not lead them on the road that runs through Philistine territory, even though that was the shortest way from Egypt to the Promised Land. God said, "If the people are faced with a battle, they might change their minds and return to Egypt."&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt; This verse really shows me Gods heart for his children.  God put them through so much, but being God he knew that they could handle it.  But here he decides to not put them through anymore hardship and leads them the Long way to Palestine.  The thing that makes me think about this verse is the fact that the Israelites were probably pissed about this.  I can’t back this up but I bet a lot of them were second guessing the leadership, saying “what the heck, why are we going the long way.  Its bad enough that I have known nothing but slavery, now I have to wander through this desert rather than going directly to our new homes.”  But the truth is that God was taking care of them all along.  His plan although it seemed bass ackwards, was actually the right one.  I do that in my life all the time.  I might second guess why the lord would say I should do things his way, rather than the clear way.  I just have to know that he always has me in mind, just like the Israelites in this story.  Tithing is a great example of this.  I don’t like to tithe, and believe me, on paper it makes no sense at all.  Why would I want to give away a tenth of all I make.  That could be used very easily.  But in God’s economy it makes perfect sense.  I just need to be willing to trust him.  Even when it makes no sense to me. &lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help me to blindly follow you.  I never want to be afraid to ask you questions, but when you choose not to answer them, or just to give me info on a need to know basis, help me to trust you blindly.  Help me to believe in you so completely, that trusting you is easy.  I am not there yet.  Please help me to get there.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110671805182810213?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110671805182810213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110671805182810213' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110671805182810213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110671805182810213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/01/leading-blind.html' title='Leading the Blind'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110664313881737021</id><published>2005-01-25T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T19:56:18.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Ancient Future</title><content type='html'>Let me bring you up to speed. There is this new philosophy that is kind of postmoderny that is being referred to as “ancient future”. You see it a lot in worship circles and it translates a lot into theology on ones personal walk. My understanding of the basic premise of the idea is that people today are hungry for the foundation that the church was built upon. They love our new methods, but need the stability of a religion that has been around of a couple thousand years. In ancient future circles you will see more hymns in worship. You may catch people studying the writings of the ancient theologians such as Brother Lawrence, or even as far back as Augustine. I have been putting a lot of time and thought into this movement, and I am not sure exactly where I fall in regards to it. Let me be clear – I have no problem if it works for you, I am just not sure that I buy into it. Here are a few reasons why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It has never worked for me. I can honestly say that I have never had an intimate worship time to a hymn. I am not saying that it cannot happen, I would not put God into a box that way. It could happen, I just find hymns to be to wordy and archaic in language. When compared to the worship songs of today, they require too much theology to understand how one ought to worship. I feel like I spend my whole time interpreting the meaning, and not giving the Lord his due glory. The books of old have yet to work for me as well. Maybe I am just a little dense but I feel like it takes too much thought to comprehend their meaning. I am a plain meaning kind of a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The church of old had major problems. The church today is by no means pure, not even in comparison. My thought though is that there is a reason that the church is the way it looks today. It is because the practices of old were replaced by more effective ones. A little bit of the past is ok in our services, but we must remember things like hymns evolved into what we know today because the newer songs were more effective. We did not become what we are today by accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The most important reason for having a hard time with the ancient future movement is that it lacks something. That thing namely is the power of the Holy Spirit. Tragically the Holy Spirit and it’s miraculous power were not the mainstream in church for thousands of years. It was clearly present in the early church, which we can see in scripture, but it somehow tapered off. This is not to say that believers did not have the Holy Spirit living within them. I am just explaining that his manifest presence is conspicuously missing for almost 18 centuries. The Holy Spirit was there, it was just rarely given a place in worship, or in groups of believers all together. These ancient future principle do not take into account the fact that Jesus himself said that we would do even greater things than he did. Not until the Pentecostal revival of the early 1900s did we find our way again. I for one refuse to let this power fade. The teachers of old, along with the songs of old, have little if any space for the most powerful tool of all for ministry – the Holy Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this ancient future church has to go into &lt;a href="http://culturedrivenlife.blogspot.com/2005/01/nuff-said.html"&gt;Jimmy’s picture &lt;/a&gt;from his site. It crosses out the phrases – be the emerging church, be the post modern church, be the gen x church. Finally it says in bold print – be the church. That is what this is all about. Lets quit with the idea that people on the outside might like us more if they could only hear ancient future worship. Lets cross that one out and just be the church. None of our ideas are working so hot. Lets just be who we are, and when I speak for myself I can tell you that I am man after god, and empowered by the holy spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110664313881737021?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110664313881737021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110664313881737021' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110664313881737021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110664313881737021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/01/back-to-ancient-future.html' title='Back to the Ancient Future'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110659158471240251</id><published>2005-01-24T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T10:33:04.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As Flexible as a Contortionist </title><content type='html'>Luke 24:33 – “And within the hour they were back on their way to Jerusalem, where the eleven disciples and the other followers of Jesus were gathered.”&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Today was one of those days where I had about 5 verses jump out at me, and I could have written about any one of them.  This one stood out to me and at first glance, you have to wonder why.  Jesus had just appeared to these two men on the road to Emmaus.  Just before this verse it says that they begged to Jesus to stay with them in Emmaus, so obviously planning to stay.  It also says that this was about a 7 mile trip.  Of course they didn’t realize it was Jesus until it was too late.  What I see here is God stepping into the lives of these guys and then they drop everything, all their plans and all their desires to do what they knew they were called to do.  A seven mile journey is like a four hour trip each way.  I have had a lot of encounters with the Lord in my life, but I have never felt so motivated to share them that I would venture into an 8 hour round trip, just to tell others.  These guys were so radically changed by their brief encounter that they gave up all their plans and put the Lord’s first.  That speaks to me.  I want to have that kind of devotion.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Lord I talk a lot about putting you first, but rarely do I mean it.  It’s not that I am lying, it is just that I am not quite willing enough to lay down my own life.  I want your help to get to that place.  I pray that you would make me perfectly flexible when it comes to your will because there is nothing more important than that in my life.  Holy Spirit I give you permission to use me even when I find it inconvenient.  I just want to be used.  Thank you for your word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110659158471240251?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110659158471240251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110659158471240251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110659158471240251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110659158471240251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/01/as-flexible-as-contortionist.html' title='As Flexible as a Contortionist '/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110652228166846499</id><published>2005-01-23T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T15:18:01.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeker Insensitivity</title><content type='html'>Exodus 8:26 – “The Egyptians would detest the sacrifices that we offer to the Lord our God.  If we offer them here where they can see us, they will be sure to stone us.”&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;I have no problem with seeker sensitivity.  I just don’t think it belongs in our churches.  This verse may not be a great example but it made me think about the whole issue.  The Israelites were so sure of the kind of worship that they had to bring the Lord that they made no attempt to be appealing to those around them.  In fact they were so sure that there practices were going to be offensive to those who did not understand that they wanted to travel for days to be able to do what they were called to do.  Now I understand that they didn’t come from an inclusive point of view but this verse just got me thinking.  If we were to worship the Lord the way we are encouraged to in scripture, we would be pretty freaky to the unbelievers.  Take a look at the book of acts.  Not very seeker sensitive.  I came to realize today that I can’t think of one instance where a non believer ever shows up at any kind of service in scripture.  Paul alludes to it in 1 Corinthians in his teaching on tongues, but outside I cannot recall a successful conversion in scripture that was done in a church meeting. &lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to just start an argument with this so I feel that my application to this is in my own life.  I need to worship hard when I am alone and in Tribe.  I need to do all those embarrassing things that could get me stoned in those times to start.  I need to be more seeker sensitive in my daily life.  I can do this by not using Christianeese, being more tolerant of those who have different lifestyle choices from me such as the Gay community, or the New Age community.  By this I do not mean agreeing or even condoning sinful behavior.  I need to be more loving, and willing to befriend people who have a different persuasion than my own.  This is where seeker sensitivity will flourish.  We have this definition that seekers are only seekers at 10 am on Sundays, but the truth is that the entire unchurched community is seeking answers and they are doing this as they live out their lives, every minute of everyday.  I need to be more sensitive to that.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Lord, Help me to worship you better.  Help me to have the courage to worship you in a way that might even make me look silly.  Let me personally be more seeker sensitive.  Fill the individuals of tribe with seeker sensitivity in their own lives.  I pray that you would use that to grow tribe, yet we would be able to keep focused on the real reason for our existence.  We exist to worship you in whatever ways you desire.  As we lift you up, make good on your promise and draw all men to yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110652228166846499?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110652228166846499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110652228166846499' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110652228166846499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110652228166846499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/01/seeker-insensitivity.html' title='Seeker Insensitivity'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110643664924093921</id><published>2005-01-22T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T15:30:49.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Made It</title><content type='html'>JUst wanted to post and say thanks to everyone who prayed for my previous post.  I made it.  It was one of those funerals where no one feels comfortable.  Aparently nobody but her children really liked this woman, but her children seemed to really care about her.  And I got to share the gospel with them.  That was awesome.  I led the whole church in a sinners prayer, and I am sure that most of them were not believers.  Some of them looked at me funny, others affirmed me in what I said.  I just did what I felt called to do.  There were some people there who appeared to have lived a lot of life if you know what I mean.  One guy wore a g-unit tshirt to his moms memorial.  He was missing some theeth and looked a little strung out.  Those are the people who jesus spent time with,  and preached to.  It was an honor to do that.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Lord I pray for those who were at the funeral today.  I am not sure if any of them made decisions for you, but for those that haven't, I pray that my words and this ladys death would stick with them and direct them to you.  Thank you for this chance, and choosing me.  I pray that you would use me and this moment to turn around that entire family for you.  In jesus name - amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110643664924093921?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110643664924093921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110643664924093921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110643664924093921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110643664924093921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-made-it.html' title='I Made It'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110637579820950229</id><published>2005-01-21T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T22:36:38.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody Hates Funerals</title><content type='html'>About a week ago I got my first call to do a funeral.  I said yes.  Since then I have been living in this general fear of tomarrow, at 2pm.  I don’t know anyone who is going to be there, nor the deceased, but I am a little scared.  I have to admit that I am feeling better than I ever have about it, thanks to those who have been prayng for me, but let me tell you what I am really afraid of.  I not so afraid that I have to speak infront of people, or that I might mess up my words.  More than anything I am afraid that they will take one look at me, and say…this is the pastor??? For those of you who know me let me put you in on a little secret.  Most of whatever confidence I seem to have is an act.  I am actually quite insecure.  And this time it is not even so much about me.  This is someones mother for crying out loud.  They don’t want some kid putting the period on her life.  So for a while I thought about buying a clerical shirt with those straight collars.  My wife and all of my tribe thought that was a pretty dumb idea.  So tomorrow at 2 I am just going to go out there and face it.  I have been praying all week for courage and the Lord has been filling me with that, a little more each day, but if you can remember, say a prayer for me when you finish reading this.  Also pray that I am able to bring the gospel effectively to a primarily unchurched crowd.  Maybe I should pray all this stuff too.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Lord I pray that you would help me to remember that no one should look down on me because of my age.  Fill me continually with the sober reality of the honor it is to be part of this service.  Help me to glorify you in this service.  Use me to change peoples hearts for you.  Let this be a healing time for the family.  Help them to enjoy the service.  Be with me, I need your holy spirit.  amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110637579820950229?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110637579820950229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110637579820950229' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110637579820950229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110637579820950229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/01/everybody-hates-funerals.html' title='Everybody Hates Funerals'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110629237730904221</id><published>2005-01-20T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T11:39:53.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save Now Spend Later</title><content type='html'>Genesis 50:20 – “As far as I am concerned, God turned into good what you meant for evil. He brought me to the high position I have today so I could save the lives of many people.”&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;I have never realized it before but Joseph and I have the same story. I don’t mean that I have a fruity coat, or that I was sold into egyptian slavery, but we have a lot of life in common. From this quote I see it. I always relate myself to other people in scripture like Moses or Paul, but I have never had this relationship with Joseph. Up until a few years ago I thought I had no testimony. I just remembered going to church as a kid and that was about the beginning, but the real beginning goes back several years before that. It actually starts with my parents. My parents made a career choice before I was born to be what I like to call “illegal horticulturalists”. That is what I was born into. I look around today and I take a look at all of my childhood playmates, and realize that quite a few of them are dead, and the rest are living pretty painful lives. Granted I have had some times of pain in my life which I will save for another entry, but I have been blessed by the Lord. What the enemy of my soul ment for evil God used for good. Kids born into my situation, don’t often have much of a shot in life. I know I often write kids like that off. There is one young boy in our churchwho I have done this too. I got to tell you that I have had the thought before that this kid doesn’t have a chance in the world. He is only a few years old, but just looking at his situation, there doesn’t seem to be much hope. But I of all people sould have hope for him, because the Lord has made an example out of me. I count myself blessed by God to have the oppertunities that I have today. As for the second part of the verse I am trusting the Lord to make good on that side of the coin. I have to believe that God brought me out of the life I was born into for a reason. I have to believe that he wants to save a lot of people through me, and that’s the point of this whole thing. We kind of have an agreement, me and God. Because he brought me out of the pit I could have been in, I will always live my life for him. It’s a good deal on my end. But I want so desparately to be used by God to save many people. Let me state that more plainly. I exist to be used by God to save many people. I have no problems with that, it is my purpose. I am thankful for reading this passage toinght. I feel like the Lord may be planting a new life verse in me. He is who he is, and I want every bit of him.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Lord help me to not write anyone off because of their present circumstances. You have brought me from so much, help me to believe that you can and will do the same for others. Help me to take part in these two things that Joseph talks about here. Help me to take joy in where I have come from. Use those experiences, to change the world through me. I need you to be mine, I will be yours. Please use me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110629237730904221?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110629237730904221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110629237730904221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110629237730904221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110629237730904221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/01/save-now-spend-later.html' title='Save Now Spend Later'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110628911123310770</id><published>2005-01-20T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T22:31:51.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Side Bar</title><content type='html'>Check out all the new stuff on my side bar.  It took me a long time to figure out how to do that.  Let me say in the words of Jackass's Steve-o "Yeah dude, I rock."  (picture me smiling with both thumbs up in front of my face.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110628911123310770?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110628911123310770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110628911123310770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110628911123310770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110628911123310770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-side-bar.html' title='New Side Bar'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110616570471753187</id><published>2005-01-19T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T14:45:52.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worshiping Rocks!</title><content type='html'>Luke 19:40 – “ If they kept quiet, the stones along the side of the road would burst into cheers!”&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Would they have? That would have been something to see. I am almost surprised that the Pharisees didn’t call him on this, and make him prove it. My question from this is what about today. God receives no where near the praise he deserves, yet the stones remain completely silent. What this passage gets me thinking about is the amount of praise that the Lord deserves, and how these people were so enthralled by his presence that they did what came most naturally to them. They praised. Praising the Lord seems to have evolved in my life from this natural response to a forced practice. It is all my fault, but I look at the way I bring him worship and I see that it is always is something now that I have to think about really hard, and make a conscience decision to do. If I am being completely honest, sometimes I find myself needing to drum up emotion in order to feel like I am praising him. Here’s another question. Can you be made to worship? It has always been a pet peeve of mine to be at some kind of a Christian service and to have a worship leader give instructions on my worship posture. It felt to me like it lost its meaning when I was forced to raise my hands during worship. Can we worship outside of a natural response? Can we worship when we don’t feel like it. That’s enough questions for one post. These are just some of the things that have been going through my head.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I don’t want you to have to use rocks or anything else to receive you due worship. I want to be a worshiper. I ask you to change my heart in places where I have a difficulty worshipping you. Be the object of my affection, and let my natural response be to bring you the worship you are due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110616570471753187?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110616570471753187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110616570471753187' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110616570471753187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110616570471753187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/01/worshiping-rocks.html' title='Worshiping Rocks!'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110610625258867805</id><published>2005-01-18T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T19:44:12.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Kind of Heretic</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer: I gave my life over to jesus at a stadium event called Harvest Crusade.  Those events and others like it have played a significant role in building the church.  I would venture to guess that the church would appear very different today if it weren’t for these minstries.  Again I am a product of one of these ministries and this post is in no way to take away from the work they have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try not to fill this journal wor my quiet times in general with theology, and debate, but I feel that it is healthy once in a while.  So this weekend at church we were talking about the cost of being a disciple, as seen in luke 14.  This topic has been burning a hole in me since I got started thinking about it, and I have been waiting till I had a chunck of time to sit down and write/process this idea in this blog.  The question arose: Can you be a saved and not be a disciple?  Simple enough.  Modern-day evangelicals will almost all give you a simple response…yes, you can.  That was the conclusion that we came to in our services this Sunday.  There was more to it than just that, but the answer was that if you really wanted to, you could probablly get away with that.  You could accept Jesus and then live your whole life just as you were before.  I, on the other hand, am not exactly sure if I agree with this conclusion (I say this for the sake of argument, and literary suspense because as you probablly have guessed I am on the other side of the coin).  This is not to say that I am against the idea of salvation by grace, because I for one am for it.  Here is how I see it.  To answer this question we must first answer another – What must I do to be saved?  Do we have it right?  Does it really only take us asking Jesus to come into our heart and forgive our sins to be saved or is it more complicated than that?  I think it is slightly more complicated than that.  I base this on Romans 10:9 – If you confess with your mouth, “Jesus is Lord”…you shal be saved.  There it is layed out nice and in a row.  But it is my thought that we miss some of that in modern day evangelical circles.  I call the part that we are missing the “Lordship intent.”  Basically this means that if you confess this and ask Jesus into your heart without an intent to make him your lord, you just lied in your confession and it is therefore invalid.  To truly comprehend Pauls idea of salvation here, we must understand the principle of Lordship in our lives.  Simply put Lordship is giving your lord the priority in your life.  Making him number 1.  Giving him preference over yourself and others.  That is what Lordship.  Lets put it all together.  I believe Pauls salvation message, as seen in Romans 10 to be something more like this – “If you confess with your mouth honestly ‘I want Jesus to be my number one priority from now on.’ …You shal be saved”.  This is the cost of being a disciple, and the truth is that it took me six years of wasted life to actually figure that out.  I spent six years just living with my get out of hell free card, even though I may not have really had one.  So to answer the question posed this weekend, can you be saved and not be a disciple? – It is difficult but yes.  A better question might be: Can you become saved with no intent to ever be a disciple?  My thought is that you can’t. &lt;br /&gt;Of course that is for the Lord to figure out, it is not my place to judge other peoples eternal destination.  But what this thought does for me is it changes the way I approach my ministry.  I think the church has been done a disservice by allowing this idea of a completely free gift of salvation to form our modern viewpoint.  Again I am sure that salvation cannot be earned through works, but at the same time, salvation is not free.  Not by a long shot.  It’s a good deal, but boy is it expensive.  The disservice that we have done to the church is that we have robbed it of the exponential evangelism system that God intended it to have.  You see when we preach a gospel that doesn’t require the Lordship of Jesus, we lose out on every bit of kingdom building that the hearer had in their potential.  Granted there are exceptions to the rule, but when I look at the american church, I see very few exceptions as compared to the rest.  The vast majority of americans consider them selves to be christians, but we always see ourselves as being around 15 percent of the population.  It seems logical that this is the gap can be attributed to those who were given a gospel that required nothing of them, and that is exactly what they gave.  It was lipservice. &lt;br /&gt;If we look at JC’s example with the rich young ruler, we see that even he was quick to share the enormous cost of being a disciple, and I am not a fool to thnk that as many people would come to the Lord when the Gospel is presented in this way.  Many will walk away sad in the same way the rich youn ruler did.  But we can trust in the numbers of workers growing for oour harvest.  To me this is a much better position to be in.  More people with God in control, rather than an even greater number of people with a supposed get out of hell free card. &lt;br /&gt;Let me clue you in on my life mission statement.  I live to improve and increase the worship of God.  I want to do this in the most efficient way I know how.  I hope you will join me, even though it is expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110610625258867805?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110610625258867805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110610625258867805' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110610625258867805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110610625258867805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-kind-of-heretic.html' title='A New Kind of Heretic'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110598806944239002</id><published>2005-01-17T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T10:54:29.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Expectations</title><content type='html'>Psalm 5:3 – “Listen to my voice in the morning, Lord.  Each morning I bring my requests to you and wait expectantly.”&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;I guess this morning the Lord is teaching me about expectations.  I had this realization a couple of months ago.  It was in the context of going to our church services expecting God to move, and encouraging others to go in with the same attitude.  Then the other day I was praying for a friend of mine and encouraged him to expect God to answer this prayer.  Now today it appears that this is speaking to my expectation on an on going, daily basis.  David says he does this each morning.  If I had to rate my current expectation of God to answer each prayer I pray, I would give myself about a 4 out of 10.  But to me it goes beyond just prayer.  Do I expect him to be with me and teaching me and using me all day?  Not as much as I should.  The truth is if we ask for something but don’t really expect for it to happen, did we truly ask for it?  I know that the Lord is working on me to expect him, and be ready for him to move all the time, and that is where I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I expect you to use me today.  I expect you to teach me today.  I expect you to answer the prayers I have been praying.  Be close to me.  Help me to live in the expectation that you will do anything that I ask.  Fill me with faith that build my expectations that you will do what you say you will do.  Use me today, I expect you to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110598806944239002?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110598806944239002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110598806944239002' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110598806944239002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110598806944239002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/01/great-expectations.html' title='Great Expectations'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110594243517279437</id><published>2005-01-16T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T22:13:55.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crowd Favorite</title><content type='html'>Genesis 39:3-4a – “Potiphar noticed this and realized that the Lord was with Joseph, giving him success in everything he did.  So Joseph naturally became quite a favorite with him.”&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;You know what I learn from this verse?  I see this verse teaching a clear principle.  If the Lord is with us, people who don’t know the lord will “naturally” favor us.  This makes no earthly sense but this is the pattern that Joseph experienced, and I believe that God could make that true to this day.  I felt inspired to write on this verse in light of a comment I received in an earlier post, and to sort of follow up on my last journal entry.  I shared in my last entry about my conviction about not being as attractive to non Christians as I should be, at least not even remotely close to where Jesus was.  After sharing that as best as I could I received this comment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being non-christian &amp; being a "sinner" are not synonymousperhaps you could consider that what might be driving people away is your small-minded judgemental attitude towards them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me say this and say it with complete sincerity, I appreciate this comment.  I disagree with the the premise and the suggestion, but I appreciate the outside view point.  What good is any of this with out the view points of people outside of my set of beliefs.  But in all honesty, I feel that I am as non judgemental as I can be.  So taking that comment into account and this scripture I think I have the answer.  I need to not care som much about what the sinner/non believer think of me and focus squarely on what the Lord thinks of me, while at the same time being completely real and honest.  If my main focus is squarely on him then, he will bless my life, allow me to be a blessing to others and in turn I will find favor in their eyes.  It worked for joseph, why not for me.  This is not to excuse myself from a personal call to make relationships with all people, christian or not.  So in light of that I am going to write my intentions so that I wil be forced to followthrough with them because of the accountability that this blog demands.  I want to build a friendship with a guy named Joe who works with me for my father in law.  He is a really nice guy, who looks like he could use some friends.  He lives about an hour away, but I think its worth it.  No it is worth it.  Be praying for that and hold me accountable. &lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help me to focus more on you because I know that your word says this is when I will find favor in the eyesof the world.  My sole deire is to please you but I believe you are pleased when I am in relationship with those not like me, just as Jesus was.  Let me have your favor first and then the favoe of the world.  I pray that you help me to build a rlatinship with joe, and that he would come to our mens breakfast.  Help me to show him to your love, use me to love him.  I love you lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110594243517279437?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110594243517279437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110594243517279437' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110594243517279437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110594243517279437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/01/crowd-favorite.html' title='The Crowd Favorite'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110586010609524313</id><published>2005-01-15T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T23:23:04.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Costello</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/279/2829/640/baby%20costello.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/279/2829/320/baby%20costello.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby costello &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110586010609524313?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110586010609524313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110586010609524313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110586010609524313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110586010609524313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/01/baby-costello.html' title='Baby Costello'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110581477547088566</id><published>2005-01-15T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T10:46:15.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Notorious JC</title><content type='html'>Luke 15:1 – Tax collectors and other notorious sinners often came to listen to Jesus teach.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Here is one of my weaknesses.  I look at my own life and I don’t see this happening.  I have never been attractive to the non believer the way that Jesus was.  I have friends who are, people just feel right at home with them, but I don’t know what it is about me.  Now I know all the rules, and I don’t find myself to be very judgmental, but I can’t seem to attract those who don’t know the Lord.  My friends have been Christians for about six years now.  I can’t believe that as I write it, but I haven’t had a close non Christian friend in at least five years.  So what was it about Jesus that made the sinners come running?  What am I missing from the equation?  Jesus spent some time a lot of time with sinners, but even when I am in that place, I feel that people steer clear.  Maybe that is just my insecurity.  I worked for a year and a half at a restaurant recently, and I never once went out to do something with anybody from work.  I guess I am just a chicken.  I was invited to a few parties, but never had the balls to go.  I think the main reason for that is that, is that I feel uncomfortable there.  I feel like I have nothing to talk about.  I feel like I can’t relate.  I do relate, but not in the perfect way I would want to.  But I know the bottom line is to just have some guts and hang out with the non Christians.  I am not very good at making friends anymore in general which makes the task even harder.  But I feel that this is very important.  To be more like Christ, I need to hang out with sinners more.  That’s simple.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Lord let this not just be lip service to you.  Help me to follow through with what you say in your word.  I want notorious sinners to often come to hear me speak, or just so much as enjoy my presence.  I know you are calling me to befriend the lost.  I pray you would start with Joe from work.  Help me to reach him for you.  Forget about that, I know you will take care of that, just help me to really befriend him.  God I love you , help me to love the lost the way you do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110581477547088566?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110581477547088566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110581477547088566' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110581477547088566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110581477547088566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/01/notorious-jc.html' title='The Notorious JC'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110577654993838764</id><published>2005-01-14T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T10:45:01.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rather Learn than Teach</title><content type='html'>Luke 14:33 - so no one can become my disciple without giving up everything for me&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Here is what's been going on. Last night I was at our church prayer meeting and I distinctly felt that the Lord was saying something to me. I felt a conviction that in my life I had made a move from a learner to a teacher. In my walk it seemed that I was always concerned with growing other people and how to be more effective in ministry, and I let that replace a heartfelt hunger for God to change me personally and to burn passionately for him myself. I want to fix that so my goal is to apply this verse to my current situation, and see pray that God helps me to give that away.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I give it all to you. I give you my ministry and I never want it to take precedence to what you are doing in my life. I want you for you and I know you want me for me. Be my Lord! Be my Lord! Let nothing get infront of you. I would painfully give up everything for you. Help me to fall in love with you more, and focus on me and you. I love you Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110577654993838764?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110577654993838764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110577654993838764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110577654993838764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110577654993838764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/01/rather-learn-than-teach.html' title='Rather Learn than Teach'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110566326001027714</id><published>2005-01-13T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T16:41:44.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray with Me</title><content type='html'>I don't very often place community prayers on the tribe log, but I have one that I would like you to pray for. So if you are reading this, Christian or not, please take a minute after reading this and pray.&lt;br /&gt;One of the people I love more than anyone in this world is praying about moving from ventura CA up here to Santa Rosa, to partner with me in ministry and eventually be a part of a church plant. We both feel that the Lord wants to use us together in ministry at some point, we are just praying about when that will be. He is at a crossroads in his life and needs to decide where God is calling him. Pray with me that he would make the right decision, and that he would hear the Lord in making it. His name is Mike Brock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray with me and as you pray if the Lord gives you a word or a scripture, feel free to post it as a comment and I will read it and make sure it gets to him. Thanks a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110566326001027714?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110566326001027714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110566326001027714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110566326001027714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110566326001027714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/01/pray-with-me.html' title='Pray with Me'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110566094059180409</id><published>2005-01-13T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T16:02:20.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mustard and Yeast</title><content type='html'>Luke 13:18-21 - “Then Jesus said, "What is the Kingdom of God like? How can I illustrate it?  It is like a tiny mustard seed planted in a garden; it grows and becomes a tree, and the birds come and find shelter among its branches."  He also asked, "What else is the Kingdom of God like?  It is like yeast used by a woman making bread. Even though she used a large amount of flour, the yeast permeated every part of the dough."  Jesus went through the towns and villages, teaching as he went, always pressing on toward Jerusalem.”&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone really know what Jesus point is with these illustrations?  I am not sure exactly what he is getting at but that is not going to stop me from trying to apply it to my life.  I would say all in all I am a pretty good interpreter of scripture.  I am usually careful to take the biblical meaning and not take scriptures out of their original context.  My readers have permission to hold me accountable to this.  But honestly, I would love to hear your understanding of this passage.  Here's what I can say about the text.  1) The Kingdom of God is designed to grow.  2) It spreads rapidly. 3) As it grows more are included.  That gets me thinking about me and my calling.  I get to wondering which part of these three aspects I need to focus on the most.  I feel particularly called to the rapid spreading of the kingdom of God.  About a week ago I decided to change my email signature.  I took out my current job title and changed it with my personal job title.  It reads “revival seeker/enthusiast.”  This is my desire.  I am currently reading a book by Ralph Moore called “&lt;a href="http://www.hopechapel.com/resources/cart.php?m=product_detail&amp;p=76&amp;amp;c=13"&gt;Friends&lt;/a&gt;”.  It is supposed to be a handbook for reaching Gen X, but it has turned out so far to be a how to start a revival hand book.  I love that.  I feel called to spend my entire life dedicated to seeing a revival take place in my generation.  In biblical terms I want to see the Kingdom of God do what it was designed to do.  I want to see the mustard seed that the Lord has planted in my heart grow into a tree where birds can find refuge.  I want to see myself and my likeminded contemporaries as yeast who are doing everything they can to permeate this culture.  This is my dream.  I make no bones about it. (My dad always used that expression and I have no idea what it means.  I want to be a key player in a coming revival, and I want God to use me to do just that.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Lord that is how I pray.  Use me. I beg you to use me.  I ask you to come and make true on your illustrations of the kingdom of god in this generation.  Let me be a part of what you are doing.  Let this passion never leave my heart.  I want it and it is all for you.  In places where it is not for you, convict me and I will do my best to make them yours.  Revive me continually.  Revive my church, revive my town, and revive my nation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110566094059180409?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110566094059180409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110566094059180409' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110566094059180409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110566094059180409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/01/mustard-and-yeast.html' title='Mustard and Yeast'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110555885146161417</id><published>2005-01-12T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T11:40:51.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Causes Division</title><content type='html'>Well I am not sure if it is Christian to say this but I wasn’t particularly inspired by anything that I read today.  One thing that did stand out to me however was the title of the last section of Luke 12.  In the NLT translation they title this section “Jesus Causes Division”.  That’s a quote you won’t read or hear very often.  We spend so much time being incredibly careful to not cause division, yet Jesus was the one separating families, and causing unrest.  One of my favorite stories in all of scripture is when Jesus tipped over the tables in the temple.  That caused division, but it was a sort of Holy Division, a Holy Anger.  I have always wondered how he got away with that.  How did he do something like that in remain sinless?  Let me state clearly that I am not questioning Jesus sinlessness, but just how we label that event.  I have often wondered if there would be a circumstance where I could go to a mega church and tip over all their shelves in their book store and have that not be considered a sin?  Believe me I have had that thought before.  One look at the prayer of jabez door mat and my heart starts burning.  I don’t want to get carried away but let me say this: Jesus has been at the center of more division than any person in the history of humankind.  I guess that the thought that this all wraps up into is that maybe sin isn’t quite as black and white as we evangelicals make it out to be.  It is painfully rare but maybe there is a right time to leave your family and follow God.  Maybe there is a right time to destroy private property.  Maybe a righteous understanding of the Lord and his laws could lead to breaking the “laws of the land”.  I realize I need to be careful with this kind of speech, and to anyone who is reading this, do not take this as a license to break laws, I am just processing my thoughts on paper (e-paper that is).  Here is another thought that I have had.  You may think that I am totally crazy to say this, and maybe I am, but I respect the convictions of those people who have killed abortion doctors.  Now before you pick up your stones to kill me think this through.  If you truly believed a fetus to be a living human being, isn’t this the right thing to do?  I went to the museum of tolerance in LA a few years ago.  Contrary to its name the place is ninety percent about the holocaust.  I found a huge contradiction in their principle of tolerance there.  One of their saying was that all that needed to happen to spawn another holocaust was for good people to do nothing.  With that logic and a fundamental belief that an abortion is murder, how can we not act?  I distinctly remember our tour guide walking us through the hall of intolerance.  There was one section on the killing of abortion doctors, simply because I was intolerant of their belief in the right to choose.  Do you see the contradiction I am left with?  Luckily for the abortion doctors, I am not particularly passionate about the issue because I am intellectually hones and admit that I am not sure at what point human life begins.  Please know that I would never so much as consider killing anyone, because I believe so wholeheartedly that there can be redemption for all and I don’t want to steal that from anybody.  This title and the passage it refers to just got me thinking.  I think you should comment on this, let me know where I go wrong, and why.  I hope this sparks a bit of a discussion.  I think the church needs a discussion on this, not just the abortion issue, but how we relate to the laws of the land in general.  So please comment.  Let the criticism flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110555885146161417?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110555885146161417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110555885146161417' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110555885146161417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110555885146161417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/01/jesus-causes-division.html' title='Jesus Causes Division'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110546960320799391</id><published>2005-01-11T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T10:54:16.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>flood lights</title><content type='html'>January 11, 2005&lt;br /&gt;Luke 11:36 – “If you are filled with the light, with no dark corners, then your whole life will be radiant, as though a flood light is shining on you.”&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure that I am interpreting this exactly right, and I know that I should take the time to be sure to do so, but I believe this principle to be true from other parts of scripture, and I know that this is a word from the Lord for my life today. My previous post, and what I have been going through lately is my struggle to be open. I am generally a pretty open person. Ask me anything and I will tell you what you want to know, but I know that there are certain areas of my life where I can see that I should be more forth coming with my story. I am not even referring to anything in particular, so don’t think that I have this big story to get off my chest. Basically what I am trying to say is that this needs to become a lifestyle change for me. I want for the rest of my life be an example in honesty, transparency, and openness. I want no dark corners in my well lit heart. This verse gives me strength to live like this, as well as a mandate. This may sound a little conceded or something, but in the spirit of openness let me say this: I want to live a radiant life and have flood lights shining on me. I want this not for me, but for the kingdom. I want these lights on me just so that I can be a greater witness to the Lord. I believe that is a huge part of my calling, and in that my life, every bit of it, has to be prepared to be seen. I am in the middle of those preparations, and always will be, but I think that people now value a behind the scenes look at a man on a spiritual journey, more than a perfect picture of what a man should be. I am open to that, and all the humiliation and joy it will bring.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help me to live more like you in public and in secret. I believe your plan for my life is to have less and less of a secret life everyday. Help me to become a better follower of you. When the light shines bright on me, help me to look like you, and in ways that I don’t help me to openly strive for that. Turn on the flood lights, and use me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110546960320799391?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110546960320799391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110546960320799391' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110546960320799391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110546960320799391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/01/flood-lights.html' title='flood lights'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110542701852220244</id><published>2005-01-10T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T23:03:38.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Burritos</title><content type='html'>Luke 10:21 “Then Jesus was filled with the joy of the Holy Spirit and said, "O Father, Lord of heaven and earth, thank you for hiding the truth from those who think themselves so wise and clever, and for revealing it to the childlike. Yes, Father, it pleased you to do it this way.”&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;There was this girl who was sort of part of my gang of friends when I was in high school.  We called her “the cotch” because her last name was a longer version of that and was hard to say, nothing mean or anything, I would never do that.  Anyway she went away to college in Missouri, and one summer she came back and was hanging out at our college group, which was great.  I distinctly remember one night, and this was several years ago now, where we all went to taco bell next door after college group.  There were about 5 of us there, maybe six.  At the time I was slightly more pious than I am today, and found it vitally important to say prayers with all in attendance at every meal I ate.  Well we all sat down and just when we did, the cotch began this monologue about here misadventures on diving team at here college.  She gave us the rundown on every meet and even more painfully, on every team member.  She cited each one by name, not seeming to have the faintest idea that we had no relationship nor interest in any of these people.  Well she went on and on, all the while the rest of us were cautiously looking around and smiling as we waited to say our pre meal prayer.  Normally I would be bold enough to interrupt and call people to prayer, but not this time.  I could not get a word in.  Everybody knew exactly what was going on, and I hate to say it but the cotch sort of had a reputation for this.  She was one of those people who is the hardest for me to stand to be around.  I don’t necessarily mind those who are longwinded.  One of my dearest friends in the world can be quite long winded, but it’s just different, and I think that the difference is this verse.  My dear friend you see, makes no attempt to be something that he is not.  He will come right out with it and admit what a bonehead he is, and what he struggles with, and that’s what I love about him.  But the cotch was different.  She had the more common for of this over talking disease.  It went along with another symptom that insisted that the talker had all the answers, or had a mandate to talk because they knew more or were that incredibly interesting.  I think the Lord was teaching me a lesson that night as I ate a couple of cold bean burritos.  The sure fire way to cure yourself of that problem that the cotch had, doesn’t have to be to just shut up.  This isn’t an abstinence only program.  I learned that people want to hear your stories if they can relate.  And the fact is that people relate better to mistakes, lessons, and failures better than anything.  That kind of vulnerability is so appealing, especially to this generation.  I think that is one of the core differences the church will need to capitalize on as we reach this new generation.  The old model of bragging about our successes, falls short in attention grabbing compared to sharing the ups and downs of ones life.  I need the ability to be even better at that than I am now.  That is what being childlike is all about.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Lord help me to be more vulnerable, and more open with my peers.  Give me a heart to bear with those who aren’t open.  Help me to encourage them to become more so.  I pray that you would use my openness mightily, because you know it is not fun, but I do it for you.  Help me to be more childlike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110542701852220244?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110542701852220244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110542701852220244' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110542701852220244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110542701852220244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/01/cold-burritos.html' title='Cold Burritos'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110534870579879108</id><published>2005-01-10T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T01:18:25.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Submerging Church</title><content type='html'>Maybe that could be a title for my first book.  This post is mostly to let my reders know that I have been thinking about removing, and finally have removed the word emerging from my description.  I have been planning on doing it for a while, but an article I read put me over the top.  You can find it here (&lt;a href="http://www.christianitytoday.com/ct/2004/011/12.36.html"&gt;http://www.christianitytoday.com/ct/2004/011/12.36.html&lt;/a&gt;).  S it's gone, and let me try to explain why.  I love the ideas that go along with the emerging church. I completly agree that the americain church is poised for something, and that it is going to take a "new kind of Christian" to get that ball rolling.  Talking about the emerging church makes me salivate.  I love the idea of taking the world by storm, one person at a time.  I love the idea of being on my own spiritual journey, and don't need to be told what kind of spiritual journey I need to have.  There is so much that I love about these ideas, but I just can't buy in. &lt;br /&gt;One thing I remember well from a church planting class I took was this idea: Do not base your churches strategy on what not to do.  I am not saying that we are not to be very critical of the current church, because Lord knows I am, but I just don't know If I am ready to buy into a answerless idea.  All the emergent church seems to have is criticism.  I have so much that i want to do and feel called to do, I cant dwell on what I am not going to do.  On top of that, I don't feel that I fit in with the post-modern movement.  I am a 24 year old, hawaiian shirt wearing, sports enjoying, slightly overweight man.  Nothing screams dorky evangelical more than that.  What does the emergent church do for those who don't wear tight black clothing, nor have a knack for acrylic painting.  And the trouble is that I feel like I am in the majority.  Last I checked football is still as popular as it ever was, and althogh its popular most of us in my age group still don't have tatoo sleeves and guaged ears.  What does postmodernity say to us?  I love all those things, and some of my best friends are those who I am describing myself as not being.  There is a place for those people in the church, but do they really need their own.  I think that only hurts the church as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;As I type this I get to thinking, maybe we are entering a new era as the church.  No we surely are entering a new era as a church.  And with it I know that we will see great things.  I just don't want to go the way we have gone in our past.  I don't want to create another divide like the one we see between today between the consrvative and charimatic churches.  That started durng the pentacostal revival which was an amazing time in the church.  What 75 years from now we will look back at this time period as the time of the cultural revival.  I would love to see this revival run a little differrently.  I don't want to separate myself from evangelical tradition.  Postmodernity places a huge value on tradition as long as it is at least 100 years old.  We need to esteem the same value on every era of our history.  In each one we got a few things right and many things wrong, but lets not re invent the wheel this time.  Lets just come to the understanding that we are creating the history of christianity as we speak.  If we look back at all the movements of yore, we have a great history, but how much better would it built rather than rebuilt?  So tonight I coin the term submerging church (although I am deeply hurt that my originality has long been usurped.  I dicovered this via a google search).  I am not sure where this church will take us, but it is just an idea.  I am out of steam.  it's 1:15 am, my wife has been in bed for a couple of hours.  I got to stop, but expect to hear more from me on this topic.  Please don't take this as a downer for all you emergents out there.  I love these principles and everything you stand for.  I apoligize to anyone reading this, as you can tell it is very raw.  just me thinking late at night, but your comments on this, if it made any sense at all, are very welcome.  good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110534870579879108?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110534870579879108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110534870579879108' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110534870579879108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110534870579879108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/01/submerging-church.html' title='The Submerging Church'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110534247127439831</id><published>2005-01-09T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T23:34:31.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Garden State</title><content type='html'>Let me say to anyone who reads this blog, that I saw the best movie that I have seen in a while tonight.  Garden State completly hit home with me.  The whole point of the movie was about being real, and honest and exactly who you are, as ugly as that is.  This is when you are at your best.  Just felt a need to encourage anyone and everyone to see this movie.  It really hit home for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110534247127439831?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110534247127439831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110534247127439831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110534247127439831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110534247127439831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/01/garden-state.html' title='Garden State'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110533092931836010</id><published>2005-01-09T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T20:22:09.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Member to the Blog Fam</title><content type='html'>Here's another friend I want you to check out and watch her grow.  She is a great writer and has some great insights from the word.  She is also part of my trbe so send her some tribe love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ginaboyett.blogspot.com"&gt;http://ginaboyett.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110533092931836010?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110533092931836010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110533092931836010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110533092931836010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110533092931836010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-member-to-blog-fam.html' title='A New Member to the Blog Fam'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110532959007163561</id><published>2005-01-09T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T19:59:50.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Back</title><content type='html'>Luke 9:62 – “Anyone who puts his hand to the plow ant hen looks back is not fit for the kingdom of God.”&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;I spend a lot of time looking back.  Jesus was serious about this too.  All the guy wanted to do was go and say goodbye to his mom.  Maybe this is another example of literal hyperbole.  He actually told the guy to do this but I see in the word over and over again that God does not want us to leave everything behind, including our family.  But the looking back thing remains the same.  I spend too much time looking back, even fanaticizing about a life free from the call God has on my life.  The money that could be made, the house that could be bought, the sports that could be watched, the porn I could watch, all those things, as small as they seem add up to something that is pretty tempting but I know at the same time it is completely empty.  I know in both my heart and my mind that life is better like this and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Lord, keep me from looking back.  Continue to keep me from the temptations that I face and help me to constantly remember that life is better by your rules and with your call on it.  I want to you know that I would not trade it for anything.  You are so good to me, and I would choose to be your slave over being a free man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110532959007163561?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110532959007163561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110532959007163561' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110532959007163561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110532959007163561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/01/looking-back.html' title='Looking Back'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110521679587250726</id><published>2005-01-08T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T14:32:44.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rivals Schmivals</title><content type='html'>Genesis 22:2-3 - "Take your son, your only son – yes, Isaac, whom you love so much – and go to the land of Moriah. Sacrifice him there as a burnt offering on one of the mountains, which I will point out to you." The next morning Abraham got up early. He saddled his donkey and took two of his servants with him, along with his son Isaac. Then he chopped wood to build a fire for a burnt offering and set out for the place where God had told him to go.”&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;No debate? No questioning the Lord? No questioning your hearing? How can this be. I tell you right now I would be questioning the Lord if he said this to me. I don’t have a son but the person I love most in this world is my wife. If I heard the Lord call me to sacrifice her I have no clue how I would respond? I can guarantee that I would put up more than a fight than this guy did.&lt;br /&gt;The real meaning behind this story is (at least I hope it is) that I need to be willing to lay down anything if the Lord calls me to. I need to be willing to say I will never spend one more moment of my life with __________ (insert precious pastime or person here). Of course the Lord would never call me to give up a few of those things most precious to me, but there are others he could. If you read my profile you’ll find out that videogames are one of my hobbies. That may be an understatement. I tend to become obsessed with them. I need to be willing to sacrifice my Xbox as a burnt offering to the Lord. I really love the sport of baseball, but I need to be willing to never check another score or watch another game for the Lord. But I know him well enough to know that he does not taking joy in stealing the things I love in my life. He just wants what is due to him, first place in my life, and I know that sometimes he takes away his rivals. It seems dirty by our rules, but then again he made up the rules.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Lord, let nothing rival you in my life. Be my first desire. When things get in front of you I give you permission to remove them or to ask me to remove them. You are the most important part of my life. Help me to keep it that way. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110521679587250726?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110521679587250726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110521679587250726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110521679587250726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110521679587250726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/01/rivals-schmivals.html' title='Rivals Schmivals'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110515210785705837</id><published>2005-01-07T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T18:41:47.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Bate</title><content type='html'>Luke 7:47 – “I tell you, her sins - and they are many – have been forgiven, so she has shown me much love.”&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;I so easily forget this as being one of the primary reasons that I need to show the Lord my love.  I so often get caught up in the experience and equating that with loving the Lord, but the truth is that this lady had an experience with the Lord like none other and it was based on the realization of how much she had been forgiven.  I am always trying to conjure up feelings of Love for the Lord but recalling this, my forgiveness 13 years ago and the forgiveness that happens daily, is something I rarely do.  Living and loving in that way is the aim of my prayer today.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Lord, my prayer is that you remind me of how much you changed everything in my life.  Today I ask specifically that you would help me to recall how much sin I had in my life before I met you, and how much sin has been forgotten by you since you have been the Lord of my life.  I should be desperately in love with you for this very reason.  My prayer is that tonight and whenever I am feeling not as intimate as I would like with you, that you would remind me of what sin you have freed me and forgiven me from.  This will send my heart burning after you, where it is supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110515210785705837?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110515210785705837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110515210785705837' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110515210785705837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110515210785705837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/01/love-bate.html' title='Love Bate'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110508134218557863</id><published>2005-01-06T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T23:06:14.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrified!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/279/2829/640/waves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/279/2829/320/waves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought this picture deserved a look from my readers. I know it's in to post tsunami pics right now but this is the craziest one I have seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110508134218557863?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110508134218557863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110508134218557863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110508134218557863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110508134218557863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/01/terrified.html' title='Terrified!'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110507086110897487</id><published>2005-01-06T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T20:07:41.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Literal Hyperbole</title><content type='html'>Luke 6:35-36 - "Love your enemies! Do good to them! Lend to them! And don't be concerned that they might not repay. Then your reward from heaven will be very great, and you will truly be acting as children of the Most High, for he is kind to the unthankful and to those who are wicked. You must be compassionate, just as your Father is compassionate.”&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;On April Fools Day last year my car was broken into. I remember the date well because I was sure someone was playing a trick on me. They had ripped apart my dash, taken my CD player and all my CD’s (burned copies of my CD’s) including an audio New Testament I had been recently given. Turns out it wasn’t a prank. I was furious. My experience is that even more than I missed the things stolen from me, I felt violated. I didn’t want to be in my car the next day, it left me feeling taken advantage of. My ripped up stereo panel was left with nothing but wires with molten electrical tape covering their tips. Perhaps if you have had your car broken into you can relate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That got me thinking how Jesus would have reacted in a similar situation. The trouble with understanding Jesus and his teachings is that he so often uses hyperbole so well that you can’t decipher whether or not he intends for his followers to actually do it. For instance when he calls people to cut off there hands if it causes them to sin. This is clearly hyperbole, but at the same time I have had rational seeming thoughts that I could use justify doing something like this. Even more difficult to understand is this passage here from earlier in the Sermon on the Mount. Does Jesus truly intend for us to love our enemies this much? Should we truly allow ourselves to be further physically assaulted by turning the other cheek? Should we give more than extortionists ask for when they approach us? Should we truly lend to those who have no intention of repaying us, or is the Lord just trying to make the point that we should try to get along with those we don’t like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know. That is the only answer I can give to this statement. But it appears to me that from the plain reading of the scriptures that Jesus did exactly that. He gave his life to his enemies. Although I can’t say for sure what Jesus’ intent was in giving this instruction, I know that following them to the letter will do nothing to hurt the kingdom and everything for those who are currently opposed to God. So here I write that that I want to live my life taking the risk of giving to much. I will, or at least it is my aim to allow myself to be walked over completely for the furtherance of the gospel. I am willing right now to let myself be robbed, slapped, and taken advantage of if it will bring glory to the Lord. If you think I have taken this to far, just assume I speaking in hyperbole.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Lord I ask you to help me to be more like you. That sounds so cliché but I mean it completely. I on my own will fail at loving my enemies the way you said to, and the way you did. Remind me constantly that I am called to love like this, I give you complete permission. Help me to respond in the same way you would. I need you desperately. Make me more like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110507086110897487?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110507086110897487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110507086110897487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110507086110897487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110507086110897487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/01/literal-hyperbole.html' title='Literal Hyperbole'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110499016706705597</id><published>2005-01-05T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T21:42:47.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Template</title><content type='html'>It has come to my attention that one of my best friends in the world decided to blog recently and chose the same template as me, just to spite me.  So I have elected to go with this new background.  And to top it all off he has stolen my life vision statement and placed it in his blog description line.  Be sure to write him a post and let him know that he is a biter, and a spiritual theif.  Send him my love as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puaahunter.blogspot.com"&gt;http://puaahunter.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110499016706705597?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110499016706705597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110499016706705597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110499016706705597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110499016706705597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-template.html' title='New Template'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897784.post-110497202508563999</id><published>2005-01-05T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T16:40:25.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moss on all Sides</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today I realized something as I read through the word and looked for something to jump out at me.  I got to thinking about moss and how I never realized it until someone told me this last year but moss only grows on the north side of trees.  I found that odd, but remarkably true in all the evidence I could find.  As I drove down the street I looked out every few minutes and sure enough the moss was only on the north side of the trees.  I am a pastor so don’t look to me to explain why this is true or what cause this to happen.  But I can tell you a place where moss doesn’t only grow on the north side of the trees.  Hilo Hawaii.  I lived here for the first two years of my life, and that place is warm year round and wet year round.  The trees there don’t know summer from winter or north from south, they just grow and the moss does the same covering not only the trees but all the rocks, and the sidewalks and anything else that stays in one place long enough.  I want to be like the trees of Hilo rather than the trees that I see today.  I want to be able to grow from anything that come my way, not just when the conditions are ideal.  I don’t need to be in my room with soft monastic music playing to grow (For the record I have never done that and have no problem with those who do).  I don’t even need to be in the word when I grow.  I just need to be ready to grow at all times.  God wants to do so much in me and through me, that I don’t want it to only happen in the winter on my  north side.  I want it from all avenues.  I just want to grow.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway several things did jump out at me but I felt writing about them would be nearly useless.  I don’t mean to say that there wouldn’t have been some benefit to spending time writing and processing those scriptures, but I Just didn’t feel particularly inspired to write about any of them.  Let me give you an example: I read Luke 5:11 which says, “They (the first few disciples) left everything they had and followed Jesus.”  What an amazing verse, but the problem is that I have had other times in my life where that same verse, or possibly the ones like it in Matthew, jumped out and me and inspired me for the day.  I am not saying that this can’t happen again with the same verse, or that we should only read the bible once through and be done with it.  I am just saying that I didn’t want to have to feign passion.  I am passionate about this verse don’t get me wrong, I am just not sure that there is an application for this passion in my life right now.  The last thing I want to be in my journal is fake.  It’s my journal man.  This journal is to track my spiritual growth and it is online so that others can keep me accountable to grow spiritually.  I don’t want to fake growth, because when I do I think I miss out on other kinds of growth, like the growth that is happening as I write this.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help me to grow as I write in this journal.  I pray that as I read scripture tomorrow, you would help me to passionately apply what you are showing me.  I pray that you would mark my life with transparency, and that you would teach me from many aspects of my life – being a husband, a pastor, son a father, and scripture.  Use any area of my life to grow me and humble me enough to grow.  Be the center of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897784-110497202508563999?l=tribelog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/feeds/110497202508563999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897784&amp;postID=110497202508563999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110497202508563999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897784/posts/default/110497202508563999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tribelog.blogspot.com/2005/01/moss-on-all-sides.html' title='Moss on all Sides'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282622121318493152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
