<?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-3359800366817406586</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:49:51.211-07:00</updated><category term='visionary vision'/><category term='Vision'/><category term='john the baptist'/><category term='BABY'/><category term='Parenting'/><category term='FAITH'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='Spiritual Health'/><category term='time management'/><category term='living in the moment'/><category term='Sean Penn'/><category term='30'/><category term='toilet paper'/><category term='Community'/><category term='Mentors'/><category term='NON-NEGOTIABLE'/><category term='Dads'/><category 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term='Consistency'/><category term='self assureance.'/><category term='Gloria Smuda'/><category term='idiots'/><category term='Pray'/><category term='Philippians 4'/><category term='acts 2'/><category term='Hot topics'/><category term='spiritual growth'/><category term='ENCOURAGEMENT'/><category term='Ariana Eva Smuda'/><category term='Church planting'/><category term='Luke 12'/><title type='text'>ThE iDiOt</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Our Multi-scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13793620078545333609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/TJkX_noxjnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I5W8IsbQgdQ/S220/PottedPlant.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359800366817406586.post-5012923425534760509</id><published>2009-09-11T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T12:36:56.117-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='purity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Sexy Food, Sexy cars and the Oversexed society</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SqqlWOU1hVI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Amp6iN7JNuQ/s1600-h/KeepItSexy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SqqlWOU1hVI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Amp6iN7JNuQ/s320/KeepItSexy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380294506068673874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;I wrote this one for XXX church (www.xxxchurch.com) for which I am a weekly contributing blogger as well as for Every mans battle (www.everymansbattle.com) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Thought I'd share it for those who do not frequent those sights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;How much more can we possibly be oversexed as a society? Recently Jack in the Box did a commercial with about a billion sexual references and risqué themes. Paris Hilton did a tantalizing commercial a couple years back for a burger joint, geez even Buick threw in the “when you turn your car on, does it do the same for you?” lines in their product. Seriously? Is it me, or does anyone not realize IT’S FOOD? Food was meant to be consumed, NOT SEXY. I don’t need sexy food, I need food that tastes good, and doesn’t make me fat. How often do you look at your friends and go “I’m just in the mood for some really sexy food”? Something that really turns me on when I eat it? I need a car that starts, runs and get’s me to where I need to be. I don’t need a sexy car! I don’t need that “sexual feeling” going 75 on the interstate. I need to not have to take it to a mechanic. Avoiding a mechanic? Now THAT’S sexy. Maybe the car companies should do a commercial like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in; "&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Enough rambling. Fact is companies continually make a pledge to OVERSEX their product. Sex sells right? Maybe. But even more LUST sells, imagination sells, and daydreaming sells. This is why it’s so important to fight for sexually purity. We have to rest on the proverb that says “the preparation of the heart belongs to man”. To not allow ourselves to be OVERSEXED we first have to take ownership of our minds, our hearts and sometimes more importantly our EYES. We have to then GIVE that ownership over to GOD. If the eyes are the gateway to the soul, why do we allow them to go to a fro (not intentionally rhyming there, just comes naturally)? We have to be pro-active to keep purity a priority (there I go again as MC Jimmy). I encourage you to keep the remote in your hands at all times. Change the channel. Research your movies, and monitor your music. To be sexually pure is work, and it SHOULD BE. It’s something that beautiful that is absolutely worth defending. Don’t allow society, products, or entertainment to be in control. Look, not so sexy food tastes good too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;tHe iDiOt.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359800366817406586-5012923425534760509?l=belliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/feeds/5012923425534760509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359800366817406586&amp;postID=5012923425534760509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/5012923425534760509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/5012923425534760509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/2009/09/sexy-food-sexy-cars-and-oversexed.html' title='Sexy Food, Sexy cars and the Oversexed society'/><author><name>Our Multi-scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13793620078545333609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/TJkX_noxjnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I5W8IsbQgdQ/S220/PottedPlant.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SqqlWOU1hVI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Amp6iN7JNuQ/s72-c/KeepItSexy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359800366817406586.post-7158379034657880272</id><published>2009-09-08T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T18:25:18.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Weepy Father...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So tomorrow another school year begins. This will be my 3rd year as a daddy, and sending of a child to full time school. This year is especially rough on me. I'll be sending 2 kids off. I've written, preached, taught, and counseled people on the importance of realizing how short time is, and prioritizing the things you do, believe, and give yourself to. Nothing to me speaks more true then being a father. As the hourglass ran today, the realization that summer 09 was running its course. It will never be again. My Bella will be a 2Nd grader, my Ari will be in pre-K, and Josiah will poop his pants greater then he has in his entire 7 month existence. The fact is, my babies are growing up too fast. It's something I've never been good at dealing with. No matter how much I do, it feels I can do/be so much more. Sitting on my front stoop, tears running (or flowing) knowing this season is finished is heart breaking. Why? Because I'm a sap? Maybe, I'll give you that! Because I'm a sentimental DB? Probably. But here's what I've watched far too long. I've seen children running after their daddy's, and daddy's falling into the category of great father. I've seen wives support their husbands to the point where it actually looks like he may be a good husband. But at times (not all) I've seen a disconnected man, who has an amazing family in spite of him. This is sin!&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I speak with people, and when I'm transparent about how I hate to see my kids grow up so fast, they tell me "Get over it, they will be teens and hate you soon, and it will be easier". See here's the thing....&lt;b&gt;I DON'T WANT TO BE YOU&lt;/b&gt;! I want to be me, sappy, emotional, and at the end of the day my wife and my children will never feel the sin of disconnect from their father/husband. They will know daddy loved them with an unbridled emotion. I ask my kids often "please stop growing up". They assure me if they could they would.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bella just came down saying she can't fall asleep....Not gonna lie....I'm kinda glad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off to be daddy...the greatest job I have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tHe iDiOt....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359800366817406586-7158379034657880272?l=belliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/feeds/7158379034657880272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359800366817406586&amp;postID=7158379034657880272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/7158379034657880272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/7158379034657880272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/2009/09/confessions-of-weepy-father.html' title='Confessions of a Weepy Father...'/><author><name>Our Multi-scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13793620078545333609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/TJkX_noxjnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I5W8IsbQgdQ/S220/PottedPlant.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359800366817406586.post-8299178323524685308</id><published>2009-08-14T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T14:04:03.422-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BOWERY MISSION'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luke 12'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homeless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Community'/><title type='text'>My week at the Bowery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SoXQZAf9JJI/AAAAAAAAAKI/aj_1Og2fc3I/s1600-h/6768_1128622543987_1479916438_30430932_3663131_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SoXQJem9j0I/AAAAAAAAAKA/infPRN_XjD0/s1600-h/6768_1128620783943_1479916438_30430889_3116895_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SoXO5GA5HwI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KbUekZum1fQ/s1600-h/6492_137747402801_506957801_3254478_5412612_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SoXO5GA5HwI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KbUekZum1fQ/s400/6492_137747402801_506957801_3254478_5412612_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369925610971406082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week I was able to spend a week serving the great city of NY. I took about 19 young adults and high school students with me. We decided to briefly move into the Bowery mission which has been serving NYC since 1879 (primarily the homeless community). We lived, broke bread, shared stories, laughed and served with some amazing people who God was in the process of restoring.  I prayed for divine connection for the students to connect with God in a powerful way by most importantly serving Him. As we got there I read to them out of Luke where Jesus is talking about the heart of servant hood, and how the wise servant is the one who is always in the mindset of serving the master (Luke 12:35-47).  I encouraged them that these too were God's children, that God loved us no more or less then He loved them. I told them something quite bold as well. The main reason I love working with younger generations is they are daring, bold and courageous. I told them they were on a trip most adults (including most parents) would never dream of going on. There's nothing magical sounding about "lets go live in homeless communities". But there is something beautiful in the experience. I  do believe  we all received just as much as we gave on this trip.  This group was beautiful. Nothing fazed them. When you "move in" with a broken community, the beauty is what you can add to it. It's like if you've ever seen a black and white photo, with just a dab of red in it. At times it was draining  hearing so many heartbreaking stories, yet being able to minister to the hurts, the pains, and to be able to encourage people that society would rather forget, to me, is exactly on target to who Jesus was. I felt alive. I felt like I was honored and privileged to wake up INTO ministry everyday, as opposed to having to try to create ministry. It was an amazing time, and I'm honored to have been apart, and can't wait to return...&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SoXQJem9j0I/AAAAAAAAAKA/infPRN_XjD0/s320/6768_1128620783943_1479916438_30430889_3116895_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369926991963066178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SoXQZAf9JJI/AAAAAAAAAKI/aj_1Og2fc3I/s320/6768_1128622543987_1479916438_30430932_3663131_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369927258758522002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SoXPyMWHncI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/FyqXWN1pMRc/s320/6768_1128626104076_1479916438_30431016_5130220_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369926591923592642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359800366817406586-8299178323524685308?l=belliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/feeds/8299178323524685308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359800366817406586&amp;postID=8299178323524685308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/8299178323524685308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/8299178323524685308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-week-at-bowery.html' title='My week at the Bowery'/><author><name>Our Multi-scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13793620078545333609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/TJkX_noxjnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I5W8IsbQgdQ/S220/PottedPlant.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SoXO5GA5HwI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KbUekZum1fQ/s72-c/6492_137747402801_506957801_3254478_5412612_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359800366817406586.post-4464123989107005936</id><published>2009-07-30T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T14:12:31.189-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self assureance.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skin'/><title type='text'>How well does your skin fit?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SnIMtb1tExI/AAAAAAAAAJo/UQedNwKQaGo/s1600-h/garry-turner-stretchy-skin-insolite-magazine-261380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SnIMtb1tExI/AAAAAAAAAJo/UQedNwKQaGo/s400/garry-turner-stretchy-skin-insolite-magazine-261380.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364364080858338066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David said "I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made".&lt;div&gt;Jesus said we are "the light of the world"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God himself calls us HIS people..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Yet it is so funny to me how uncomfortable people are in they're own skin. There's a particular individual I love. It's the person who could care less what others think of them. It's the person who people sometimes can't stand, but are too dumb to realize that life would be dull without them. This type of person has a gift. This is they type of person I always try to be, but in my heart always fall short of. Being in ministry causes you (or at least if done the Jesus way) to be completely vulnerable. Constantly you are opening yourself up to be challenged, criticized, and targeted. Now, you also have the opportunity to meet incredible people. People who no matter what will love you for all that you are, and realize your perfection is a work in progress. There are also those who you have the chance to be something in their lives, and be apart of Gods great transformation in their lives. This is why I stay in ministry. But to deal with so different peoples and circumstances, you have to be comfortable in your own skin. You have to be comfortable with WHO you are, more then WHO EVERYONE wants you to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For instance. I hate when people live in the past. Even if I was part of the past, I kill for present and future. I believe what we do in the present and future, gives a tip of the hat, and a head nod to the past. But we were not meant to live in it. When people want me to live in their past, it feels as if at times they are wanting me to be something I'm not. Something I cant be!  That never sits well with me. I believe God has called us all to be something unique,and original. For you here's the question. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the core of you, are you comfortable in your own skin?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you the person you have always dreamed of being, or a cheap imitation of someone else?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Signs you are NOT comfortable in your own skin:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inability to let go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Insecurity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't trust anyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Always wound tight, and can never let loose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have to be the center of EVERYTHING, all the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You haven't had a good laugh in forever (at least not when someone ELSE was funny)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your unable to laugh at yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inside that head of yours, not matter what situation arises, you feel you know more then anyone....about anything...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Signs your completely comfortable in your own skin:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When others attack, you maintain (as hard as that may be)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your always looking for a smile with someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your not someone who says WHAT everyone wants to hear, but more of what they need to hear, or whats truly on your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You look to laugh with others always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You laugh at yourself with ease.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't have to be the center of attention that often&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are able to let go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You realize your never really the smartest guy in the room (even if you are)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You easily give credit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, we are all God's wonderful creation. We need to be comfortable in who HE has called us to be, and the skin HE has given us residence in....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tHe iDiOt.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359800366817406586-4464123989107005936?l=belliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/feeds/4464123989107005936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359800366817406586&amp;postID=4464123989107005936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/4464123989107005936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/4464123989107005936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-well-does-your-skin-fit.html' title='How well does your skin fit?'/><author><name>Our Multi-scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13793620078545333609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/TJkX_noxjnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I5W8IsbQgdQ/S220/PottedPlant.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SnIMtb1tExI/AAAAAAAAAJo/UQedNwKQaGo/s72-c/garry-turner-stretchy-skin-insolite-magazine-261380.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359800366817406586.post-8821828418057280674</id><published>2009-07-17T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T09:19:55.475-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leadership'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apply'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='over thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acts 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luke 21'/><title type='text'>The OVERthink (ER)'s</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SmCfd0HSZLI/AAAAAAAAAJg/EXDh1CIet50/s1600-h/The_Thinker_Musee_Rodin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SmCfd0HSZLI/AAAAAAAAAJg/EXDh1CIet50/s400/The_Thinker_Musee_Rodin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359458891125122226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'll admit it. I'm a junkie for a good read. I mostly read to learn, rarely for pleasure. I also have a learning disorder. I'm dyslexic and in high school was diagnosed with STMD (short term memory deficit). Basically all my life retention has been a major issue. So I must keep on my game. Constantly (RE) learning things, and (RE) discovering paths I've been down before. This is good and bad. Good on the sense it has forced me to be a life long student, always wanting to learn from others. The good has also been that my creativity is off the charts. I'm usually only limited to my surroundings and people I'm around (the "we can't do that, it will cost too much, that's not who we are types. ). The bad is I'm like a funnel. Information I need to memorize at times just runs right through me, and at times I need it most, it's the furthest from me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So I dive and again (RE) dive into books. But what I'm realizing the last several months is that in these book, conversations, meetings with leaders, and just theological thinkers and dwellers is that we are quickly becoming over think(ER)'s. The thing I love about my disability is that I have to keep everything pretty simple. When it comes to our faith journey this aggravates the ones who love the in house (church) debates on theology. But for me I love it because it demands me to build a strong foundation on the simple teachings (Jesus' stories) and direct commands of Christ. It forces me to not be able to pull out my arsenal of liturgical readings, and theological studies, and demands I keep it all simple and sweet. Now I surround myself with people who are on the other end. The literary, the brilliant minds (I'm really blessed because I married one). But in the end, the simple gives me the biggest advantage I could want as a pastor. It keeps me closer to the needy. It keeps me relate able to the unwanted, and it keeps me in the center of the people I have the most heart for. The despondent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I OVER thought things, it would probably take me away from them. I think &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;eadings, studies, leadership conferences are all VERY NEEDED and VERY HELPFUL. But its our job to digest the info and apply the action. I love in acts when the disciples are having to chose Judas' replacement. They have to choose between Matthias, and Joseph. This was HUGE. This was prophesied that they HAD to replace Judas. So how do they do it. They draw lots (think rock paper scissors, but not as animated). No OVER thinking there. They left room for God. They showed themselves approved, and didn't OVER complicate the process. Jesus says in LUKE 21 when warning about the end times. That &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"others will come in my name saying I AM HE"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and warns of "earthquakes" and how they will "lay hands on us and persecute you" but that it would be a time for "testimony". and  this is the best in verse 1&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;4 it says "Settle it in your hearts NOT to meditate beforehand on what you will answer"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. HA HAAAA seriously? &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;vs 15: I will give you a mouth and wisdom which all your adversaries will not be able to contradict or resist".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't OVER THINK. Show yourself a wise student, apply what God and His spirit leads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all this brought to you by your friendly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;iDiOt.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359800366817406586-8821828418057280674?l=belliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/feeds/8821828418057280674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359800366817406586&amp;postID=8821828418057280674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/8821828418057280674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/8821828418057280674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/2009/07/overthink-ers.html' title='The OVERthink (ER)&apos;s'/><author><name>Our Multi-scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13793620078545333609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/TJkX_noxjnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I5W8IsbQgdQ/S220/PottedPlant.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SmCfd0HSZLI/AAAAAAAAAJg/EXDh1CIet50/s72-c/The_Thinker_Musee_Rodin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359800366817406586.post-2179107366717967917</id><published>2009-06-18T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T10:28:06.469-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BLT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Predictability'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Jordan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Consistency'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bulls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positive predictability'/><title type='text'>tHe deadly sin of predictability balanced by  the art of consistency.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/Sjp5HZVo6vI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tLBgbXxRpqI/s1600-h/51Dj0rt2aHL._SL500_AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/Sjp5HZVo6vI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tLBgbXxRpqI/s400/51Dj0rt2aHL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348720675423578866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;take a adorable journey with me  IF YOU DARE (lame attempt at an over dramatic statement) OR IS IT? (there I go again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want you to try to think the last time you were caught being completely predictable. When that loved one caught YOU being YOU, or that co-worker repeated your "catch phrase" as you said it. How did it make you feel? I know for me mine happened 5 seconds ago. I ran into my local bagel shop to place my order. The 3 fresh faced people behind the counter gave me the usual blank stare as  I approached and gave my order. "BLT on a everything bagel please"?......THEN IT HAPPENED!!!!! (OK i gotta stop) the young girl looked back at her "counter"(get it..counter, bagel shop....hello?) parts smiled and went right to work. They of course giving her the glance of WOW AMAZING! See what had happened was she called her shot. What do I mean. Check this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm a sports nut. I'm all things CHICAGO (bulls, bears, blackhawks, and of course cubs). Needless to say I haven't experienced a ton of winning. But there was "THE DYNASTY" where as for 6 out of 8 years I hung my head high as Michael Jordan ran the world. From October the June MY TEAM was elite, and I let everyone know about it. I remember watching games (vs the Knicks...hollaaaaa) where we would be down by 987 points with 7 seconds left, and yet I just knew we were coming back. I remember watching Jordan take over a game against the Pacers one night, and having to wait to see if he made the shot. Not because it was off. But because the shot he just put up was so perfect it barely touched the net in it's travel. It went up and down completely perfect. It was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;positive predictability, or consistency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You knew MJ was taking over, and at the end of the day he'd find a way to hit the 989 point shot. He just would...he was MJ. Now back to my bagel beauty. I asked her "Am I that predictable?" and she said the worst words I could hear. "YES". Then she burnt my bacon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Depending on your view, predictability can be good or bad. Consistency can be good or bad. For me, the predictable consistency of MJ dominating the Knicks and a BLT sandwich is good, it's actually fantastic. For the Knicks and obviously deli girl, it's hell. The key here is balance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There are many Christians, many church's, many ministries that have become so predictable communities know what we are going to do even before we do it. But then there are church's who are so good at what they do when they do it, it shows an amazing art of consistency. Again BALANCE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I believe God is beautiful and marvelous and majestic because he has the ability to do what we as people sometimes cannot. He can be consistently consistent while &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eleanor Roosevelt said: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“If life were predictable it would cease to be life, and be without flavor”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Like bacon flavored? You better believed I've ordered my last BLT for a while. Or ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;ve I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;tHe iDiOt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:18px;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359800366817406586-2179107366717967917?l=belliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/feeds/2179107366717967917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359800366817406586&amp;postID=2179107366717967917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/2179107366717967917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/2179107366717967917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/2009/06/deadly-sin-of-predictability-balanced.html' title='tHe deadly sin of predictability balanced by  the art of consistency.'/><author><name>Our Multi-scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13793620078545333609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/TJkX_noxjnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I5W8IsbQgdQ/S220/PottedPlant.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/Sjp5HZVo6vI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tLBgbXxRpqI/s72-c/51Dj0rt2aHL._SL500_AA280_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359800366817406586.post-4264311239637660843</id><published>2009-05-28T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T09:15:41.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weight of Trials....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/Sh64kBaNEII/AAAAAAAAAIo/Xl1NAt9qR3g/s1600-h/500_1205969274_judge_sxc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/Sh64kBaNEII/AAAAAAAAAIo/Xl1NAt9qR3g/s400/500_1205969274_judge_sxc.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340909137101131906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's an old saying that something "is worth it's weight in gold".  Of course gold has a worth no matter the amount or weight, but the increase in the weight in itself, determines the overall value, (stay with me here, the lameness get's unlame momentarily). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One of the "themes" in my life, that if you cut me to the core, I would "bleed" a desire to see people free from bondage (i.e. depression, loneliness, fear, anxiety, etc). I also love more then anything being a valuable asset to someone going through a trial of sorts. I've got to admit to you, I've walked hand in hand with some pretty awesome people through their trials, and needless to say I think we have it all wrong. See here's what I think (for what it's worth)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;The weight (or heaviness) of said particular trial, completely determines the value of your purpose&lt;/span&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;See the weight of the trial doesn't have to be looked upon as a negative, but embraced as a positive. Another thought is this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;You never know what you have to go through, to be the person you are SUPPOSED to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;We cannot say we understand completely WHY God allows us to go through trial, and tests. But we can rest assure that the weight will all be proportionate to the value. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;See the weight of your trials as a catapult to your purpose. Seek God during these trials, as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Proverbs 3 says: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;       5 Trust in the LORD with all your heart,&lt;br /&gt;   And lean not on your own understanding;&lt;br /&gt;    6 In all your ways acknowledge Him,&lt;br /&gt;   And He shall direct[a] your paths. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; font-family:arial;"&gt;Remember......your golden baby..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; font-family:arial;"&gt;tHe iDiOt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359800366817406586-4264311239637660843?l=belliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/feeds/4264311239637660843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359800366817406586&amp;postID=4264311239637660843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/4264311239637660843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/4264311239637660843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/2009/05/weight-of-trials.html' title='The Weight of Trials....'/><author><name>Our Multi-scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13793620078545333609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/TJkX_noxjnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I5W8IsbQgdQ/S220/PottedPlant.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/Sh64kBaNEII/AAAAAAAAAIo/Xl1NAt9qR3g/s72-c/500_1205969274_judge_sxc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359800366817406586.post-8862026305172790047</id><published>2009-05-08T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T12:51:21.730-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ears pierced'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living in the moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time management'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ariana Eva Smuda'/><title type='text'>A GREAT tradition for you to start</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SgSNC52DWZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/-pDv85gp8Xg/s1600-h/n502905739_770674_4322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SgSNC52DWZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/-pDv85gp8Xg/s400/n502905739_770674_4322.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333542939740297618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So yesterday was my ARI'S 4Th birthday. She had her right of passage and got her ears pierced. Like any other unsuspecting parent, the time has escaped me to the point of aggravation. I don't think any good parent ever feels they spend enough time with their children. I think I do a pretty good job (especially when I compare myself to others). I think I'm way above average, but could be so much better. So I made a national SMUDA holiday that the king (that's me) has declared across the land. This decree says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;(IN OLD SCHOOL ENGLISH ACCENT....JUST IMAGINE THE TRUMPETS SOUNDING THEN..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;UPON THIS LAND, ANY SMUDA WITH A BIRTHDAY FALLING ON A NON-WEEKEND SHALL CAUSE ALL UNSUSPECTING SMUDA'S TO CALL IN SICK, TAKE OFF SCHOOL, FORGO ANY PLANS MADE, AND DROP ANY AND EVERYTHING TO SPEND THE ENTIRE DAY SPOILING "SAID" MENTIONED SMUDA........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;decreed by his majesty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;KING JAMES III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We've decided to take every birthday that falls on a weekday and EVERYONE must call in, take off, and cancel OR say no to. So that we can make that person in our "tribe" feel oh so very special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This is something anyone can do. If your married, dating, kids are grown, college aged, whatever. We can get so caught up "chasing" whatever it is that God has put on your heart to chase, that at the end of the day your life became this series of chases (which is not ALL bad) but when it gets to the point where we've missed the out on the loved ones around us. IS IT REALLY WORTH IT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I've really been praying that God would give me the wisdom to stop, and breathe in the "moments" with the people I dearly love. My wife, my kids, my mentee's, the people who call me pastor, and the people who call me friend. Like I said, comparatively speaking, I'm really good at this...but here's my scariest thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yesterday was her ears pierced!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Tomorrow I'm walking her down the isle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And I refuse to miss a single big event in between...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Start a tradition...take the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;tHe iDiOt....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359800366817406586-8862026305172790047?l=belliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/feeds/8862026305172790047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359800366817406586&amp;postID=8862026305172790047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/8862026305172790047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/8862026305172790047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/2009/05/great-tradition-for-you-to-start.html' title='A GREAT tradition for you to start'/><author><name>Our Multi-scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13793620078545333609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/TJkX_noxjnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I5W8IsbQgdQ/S220/PottedPlant.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SgSNC52DWZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/-pDv85gp8Xg/s72-c/n502905739_770674_4322.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359800366817406586.post-6100758103242666986</id><published>2009-05-06T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:35:34.707-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goodness of God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mickey Mouse King'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nehemiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joy'/><title type='text'>NEHEMIAH and the art of MICKEY MOUSE FACE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SgG8QRjvFyI/AAAAAAAAAIY/BMzBQKamS2U/s1600-h/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 99px; height: 124px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SgG8QRjvFyI/AAAAAAAAAIY/BMzBQKamS2U/s400/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332750421560596258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A buddy of mine just did a teaching at a chapel service here at my church. He spoke about NEHEMIAH and the need for us as followers of Christ to have Joy "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;expressively&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;" pouring out of our pores. Needless to say I blew off that teaching (just kidding Jared). Actually, it brought me to start a study on NEHEMIAH. 2 particular scriptures pop at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 2 &lt;/span&gt;vs 1. Nehemiah writes "NOW I HAD NEVER BEEN SAD IN HIS PRESENCE BEFORE". Now Nehemiah was the kings cup bearer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Job description: Looking for a bright young man, who is young, cheerful, has good listening skills, gives good council, and is available night and day at the kings request....OH, and must taste all the wine before the king does in case it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;poisoned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, in which case you would die. All applicants please pick up application at Human resources of King Artaxerxes palace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Even more, I find it amazing that the king took notice. See Nehemiah was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;grieving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; the outbreaks in Jerusalem. These had been happening for some time, yet he says he was NEVER sad in the presence of the king. You could argue it was because of a lavish lifestyle (being the cup bearer had it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;privileges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;) you could argue for a time he was glib (thank you tom cruise). But I tend to believe it's because he was in the presence of the king constantly. I tend to think because his job description meant that he lived to possibly die one day for the safety of the king, this brought him joy. There may have even been a time where he saw what was happening in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jerusalem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, and his desire to go to rebuild the wall, that he had to put on his mickey mouse face until he could bear it no more. I used to be a waiter (and a darn good one at that) and I used to have a  manager say "I don't care what your going through, every table better feel like they are @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Disney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; world, so get your mickey mouse faces on". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes we need to be strong and rely on God to give us the strength. Though our world may be crumbling we must never forget we are in the PRESENCE OF THE KING. One way Nehemiah did this &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(chapter 9)&lt;/span&gt; was reassure and remind HIMSELF the goodness of God during times of prayer and fasting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes we need to grin through something until we cannot bear it any longer, to show the KING the desires of our hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359800366817406586-6100758103242666986?l=belliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/feeds/6100758103242666986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359800366817406586&amp;postID=6100758103242666986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/6100758103242666986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/6100758103242666986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/2009/05/nehemiah-and-art-of-mickey-mouse-face.html' title='NEHEMIAH and the art of MICKEY MOUSE FACE'/><author><name>Our Multi-scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13793620078545333609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/TJkX_noxjnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I5W8IsbQgdQ/S220/PottedPlant.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SgG8QRjvFyI/AAAAAAAAAIY/BMzBQKamS2U/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359800366817406586.post-3046407263087760567</id><published>2009-05-06T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T08:40:55.544-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='connecting'/><title type='text'>I don't give a FACEBOOK.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SgGte9gJzLI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/pqh-eLXHONM/s1600-h/facebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SgGte9gJzLI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/pqh-eLXHONM/s400/facebook.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332734181200481458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;****this post is meant to be more comical then anything else. If you are offended A. it probably fits you....and B. We ALL need to learn to laugh at ourselves more right?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;..so here's a rant. I was so excited about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; at first. But now I really feel it's simply feeding people's urge to be self minded (myself included. This is probably &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WAYYYY&lt;/span&gt; more for me then ANYBODY else.). I've come to realize, if I wasn't in ministry, I wouldn't have one.i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; is like ORLANDO.....it is NOT REAL (for all my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Floridians&lt;/span&gt;, you know what i mean. Orlando is not a real representation of the actual FLORIDA)..It IS however a great way to get a mass about of information out at once.....&lt;div&gt;It's all about OUR status, which comically to me goes against almost anything JESUS right? no? maybe? huh? I'm babbling, but i SWEAR this all makes sense in MY HEAD....(which is a very very lonely place)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's what I don't give a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; about:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I don't give a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; about:  (STATUS SPEAKING)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-y0&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; workout routines (this includes running "x" miles per day)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-who your having lunch/dinner/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;coffee&lt;/span&gt; with (this includes your "amazingly beautiful ____________)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-when your sitting in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt; doing GOD KNOWS WHAT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-you going to the gym...or NOT..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; -every conversation you have, during every moment of your day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-how long you spent at the gym&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-your eating schedule (s)......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-who your hanging out with every moment of your ever popular life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-for the love of all that is holy YOUR FLIGHT SCHEDULE (S)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-whatever your watching on t.v.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-your gym schedule....(again..i know)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-if you want me text you while your at the GYM....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-when you are getting a haircut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-whatever cute thingy your pet has done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-(for pastors) your prep time, your meeting "key" leaders, your speaking schedules, flight schedules, book sales, staff meetings, how great your staff is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-MAFIA WARS....(seriously)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-if your up way to early....or way too late...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-what kinda SONG best describes you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-what kinda GYM describes you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-comments on "HOW AMAZED YOU ARE BY HOW MANY FRIENDS YOU HAVE ON &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;FACEBOOK&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-All your RIDICULOUS rants on government and how the president is the DEVIL.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-if your status @'s someone (ex....Jimmy is meeting @&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;bobloser&lt;/span&gt; for lunch....you should be punched in the face)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all time worst example of a STATUS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jimmy is meeting &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;@&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;joeydillweed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for lunch, then hitting the gym to run 900 mile, even though it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;waaay&lt;/span&gt; to early to be up, but it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; because later &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; catching a flight to talk leadership with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;@&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;JesusChrist&lt;/span&gt;, and how we can overthrow @OBAMA,&lt;/span&gt; AND my new book "how to play F.B. mafia wars", while listening to becks "loser" which f.b. decided was the song that best describes me, .........TEXT IT.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;WHAT I DO GIVE A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;FACEBOOK&lt;/span&gt; ABOUT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;genuine things about YOUR day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;funny sayings you heard, or said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOUR birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;events in YOUR life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;birth of your child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gifts you received &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anniversary celebrations (no details on dinner needed)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;an old story YOU remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something funny your kid said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whatever revelation God gave you for that day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how you feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;an exciting moment in your life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a great event that just took place that day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what made you smile today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what made you laugh (excluding the gym, or anything workout related) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;invites to your big events &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if your struggling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if your happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if your sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if your joyful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what your working towards (school, life, family)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what's making you smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what's making you feel loved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;major ACCOMPLISHMENTS in YOUR life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;funny little quotes or things your doing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but all in all....that's just me.....(again...all meant in humor)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let's not be so self indulged that we miss the point of such an awesome "connection" to people opportunity by tooting our own horn(s)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I care to know more about the genuine things of people......then their workout schedules....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but again...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; am &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;tHe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;iDiOt&lt;/span&gt;.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359800366817406586-3046407263087760567?l=belliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/feeds/3046407263087760567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359800366817406586&amp;postID=3046407263087760567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/3046407263087760567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/3046407263087760567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-give-facebook.html' title='I don&apos;t give a FACEBOOK.......'/><author><name>Our Multi-scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13793620078545333609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/TJkX_noxjnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I5W8IsbQgdQ/S220/PottedPlant.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SgGte9gJzLI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/pqh-eLXHONM/s72-c/facebook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359800366817406586.post-6375454310134387876</id><published>2009-04-30T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T14:05:11.852-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='be encouraged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ENCOURAGEMENT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='allowance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>Allow yourself to  be encouraged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SfoSZk6ORMI/AAAAAAAAAII/J8iV_6Kk0mA/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 83px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SfoSZk6ORMI/AAAAAAAAAII/J8iV_6Kk0mA/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330593339560314050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My wife and I were having one of "those" conversations the other day. (come on boys..you know what I'm talking about) one of those conversations where "I" was wrong, and everyone else around me was right, but I had yet to see it that way. We moved from who's right vs who's wrong to just plain old frustrated. Then it became apparent to me, it didn't matter if "I" was right or not. It didn't matter if other people were right or not. What was most apparent, was I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pen ting&lt;/span&gt; up anger, and frustration towards groups of people, that in THAT case at least, "I" WAS WRONG, and I needed to check myself, and seek healing. Then came another discussion. THIS one was the one where the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;iDiOt&lt;/span&gt; recognizes he's wrong (not overall...again...up for debate) but that he's wrong in his heart (which is even worse then the actual ORIGINAL debate of me being wrong or right to begin with) then the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;iDiOt&lt;/span&gt; ( BUNNY TRAIL i love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;referring&lt;/span&gt; to myself in the 3rd person with my blog name...) goes into a mass depressive state, with quarters  so tight a single piece of sand would find uncomfortable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My wife then begins her best efforts to comfort me (however I found it completely odd that if she just would have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;agreed&lt;/span&gt; with me in the first place, and allowed me to SMITE those that wronged me, I would have needed no comfort) She begins to encourage me. Here's the thing. I had already heard it before. I realized I have heard every single encouraging word any human can ever utter in the history of existence. I have heard every compliment, every good word, every single encouragement known to man kind. I've heard them from good people, strangers, family, even friends of friends. You name it, I've heard it. But I'm not sure how much of them I actually ever let in, sink in, or marinate in my sometimes dry heart. I simply would either agree, or discard. I then thought, I wonder what the church's Paul wrote to thought. Weather he was encouraging, rebuking, confirming. Was it a (very sarcastic) "HEY GUYS......PAUL'S &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;WRITING&lt;/span&gt; AGAIN...LET'S SEE WHAT BRAIN-BUSTERS HE'S DROPPING ON US THIS TIME"? or did they get excited by a letter in wonderment of what words their spiritual daddy was writing. I know if we study the "actions" of those church's we can get a better understanding of their attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What I also know is it's hard for me at times to allow others to encourage me. As a pastor, I feel it's always in my job description (and i really believe it is!) to do that. Maybe it's due to a lack of genuineness, or time span between that at time hardens my hardens my heart. Allowance is more then money you earned as a kid. Allowance, is opening yourself up to be encouraged, strengthened, and loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:arial;"&gt;Encourage others, and allow yourself to be encouraged...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Romans 1:11-13 (New International Version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11I long to see you so that I may impart to you some spiritual gift to make you strong— 12that is, that you and I may be mutually encouraged by each other's faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tHe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;iDiOt&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359800366817406586-6375454310134387876?l=belliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/feeds/6375454310134387876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359800366817406586&amp;postID=6375454310134387876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/6375454310134387876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/6375454310134387876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/2009/04/allow-yourself-to-be-encouraged.html' title='Allow yourself to  be encouraged'/><author><name>Our Multi-scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13793620078545333609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/TJkX_noxjnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I5W8IsbQgdQ/S220/PottedPlant.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SfoSZk6ORMI/AAAAAAAAAII/J8iV_6Kk0mA/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359800366817406586.post-825276109059173304</id><published>2009-04-24T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T06:45:26.834-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jimmy Smuda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loneliness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Community'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Followers of Christ'/><title type='text'>Loneliness: "The great battle against desolation"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SfHCHszn4zI/AAAAAAAAAIA/SaOsMeVbFMk/s1600-h/loneliness1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SfHCHszn4zI/AAAAAAAAAIA/SaOsMeVbFMk/s400/loneliness1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328253271698563890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I've had several conversations with people this week about something that breaks my heart. I've had the same conversation over the past couple months more then I can count. The subject. Loneliness! (and for those dropping the "youth" watermark on me, it's been with adults as well...GASP!!!!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;To me one of the worst things a person can expeirience is the feeling of desolation. It feels like a lead weight dropped in my stomach when I hear that. One definition of desolation is "deprevation of companionship".  I find it ironic too, being that we are in such a "communicative" time in live (cell phones, emails, face book, twitters, twatters, twangers, blogs, smogs, and whatever form of false communication you subscribe to). The problem is I think we've used these forms of connecting to do the opposite. To disconnect. Listen, I love these things. I have most of the ones I mentioned above (the real ones at least). But I've challenged myself in this area lately. How much of that am I using to either disperse info ABOUT myself VS connecting to others. The harsh reality is I became a Jimmy whore. Pimping all my thoughts, cares, feelings, etc, but less time asking others (friends) about what's going on in their lives. Now relax before you cast that sharp stone. I'm not saying sharing info on yourself to friends is bad. But I believe in balance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So I ask you these questions as a friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Do you share more about YOU, then YOU ask about OTHERS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;How much of your general conversations are based around YOU? (what YOUR doing, what YOUR involved in? etc).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Are you a person who has an answer for EVERYTHING?, so much you ask questions about NOTHING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;How much joy do you find in the success of others? VS the success of yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Why am I asking questions about YOU, when talking about loneliness. Because I believe as Followers of Christ, we must make it our mandate, our call, our mission, to build community.  God gives his character in short forms in scripture on loneliness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Gen 2:18 "The Lord God said, 'It is not good for the man to be alone...'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; 1 Cor 12:21 "The eye cannot say to the hand, 'I don't need you!' ..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;God knows the need for community, and the enemy understands the power of desolation. I'm thankful for his promises...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                         Heb 13:5 "... God has said, 'Never will I leave you; never will&lt;br /&gt;                                                                     I forsake you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And I'm even more thankful to remind others of these promises.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Live WITH others, Live FOR one.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;tHe iDiOt......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359800366817406586-825276109059173304?l=belliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/feeds/825276109059173304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359800366817406586&amp;postID=825276109059173304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/825276109059173304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/825276109059173304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/2009/04/loneliness-great-battle-against.html' title='Loneliness: &quot;The great battle against desolation&quot;'/><author><name>Our Multi-scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13793620078545333609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/TJkX_noxjnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I5W8IsbQgdQ/S220/PottedPlant.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SfHCHszn4zI/AAAAAAAAAIA/SaOsMeVbFMk/s72-c/loneliness1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359800366817406586.post-5727509291723380576</id><published>2009-04-09T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T08:34:27.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More for me than you....(REMIND SOMEONE, SOMETHING TODAY)..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/Sd4PL_3eHXI/AAAAAAAAAH4/w1nRL93cibM/s1600-h/bap"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/Sd4PL_3eHXI/AAAAAAAAAH4/w1nRL93cibM/s400/bap" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322708508395576690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;In Jude (unsure of which version) it says "Let not your love feast have any spots".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tell people all the time "letters" are the way to my heart. I keep all of them. Communicating our love for one another, is the greatest tool we have as Christians...brothers and sisters......and family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I post this not to reveal to the world how awesome I am/was/will be (even though ALL are so true....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HUMILITYYYYYYY&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;          I post this to encourage you TODAY to reach out to someone you love(d) at one time or currently, tell them, share it with them. We've made ourselves into such a  dispensing type of people. (i.e. MY status updates..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;, twitter, etc) We dispense OUR information, and give minimal care to other's thoughts, worries, pains, joys, success. My pastor always says "Live outside yourself". It's tough for us to do at time, but you never know what you do to a person when you reach out and remind them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This young lady I had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; of knowing  (and baptizing...AWESOME) and living life with for a short time. God used her in a powerful way to send me a letter I needed desperately AT THAT TIME. When you reach out and share your love, it could be the most powerful way God reminds someone how much HE loves them as well. It reminds you that your not alone. It reminds you that people actually care in a sometimes cold world, and even more so that people are actually listening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS IS WHAT SHE SHARED WITH ME....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;t was because for once someone believed in me.&lt;br /&gt;It was because you were the tallest person I’d ever met.&lt;br /&gt;It was because of that cough you seemed to always have.&lt;br /&gt;It was because you told me I loved like you.&lt;br /&gt;It was because you said my love was a river, and it could carry me anywhere,&lt;br /&gt;but rapids always happen in rivers,&lt;br /&gt;and I’d have to fall out and get wet and hurt sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;just like you.&lt;br /&gt;You never told me I was too young, not good enough, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t understand.&lt;br /&gt;You told me it was a choice I’d end up making.&lt;br /&gt;All you ever did was try to help me.&lt;br /&gt;And I made my own choice.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why not everyone has to learn the hard way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was how intense you got when we talked.&lt;br /&gt;It was because you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;weren&lt;/span&gt;’t afraid to cry with me.&lt;br /&gt;You we’re never afraid to tell me about Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;It’s because I trusted you.&lt;br /&gt;It’s because your foot never stopped bouncing the hole time.&lt;br /&gt;Or how I saw your brain race with desperation.&lt;br /&gt;For me, for my generation, for your generation, for humanity.&lt;br /&gt;Desperation of love and passion for God.&lt;br /&gt;You told me about the past, about yours, about a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t remember how I was thinking at the time.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was just looking to talk, and tell my story.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I knew you could give me more.&lt;br /&gt;You did give me more, and I threw it aside till I realized I should’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; listened.&lt;br /&gt;Where I saw nothing, you showed me God.&lt;br /&gt;Where I felt nothing, you gave me God.&lt;br /&gt;Where I was sleeping, you woke me up with God.&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank you for telling me I had the gift of love.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for believing in me even when I made the choice you told me not to make.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for having love for me even when I might’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; blown you off.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were still around.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; known you more before you left.&lt;br /&gt;I wish it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hadn&lt;/span&gt;’t broken my heart to see you leave.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to hate you.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to let everyone else be right about you.&lt;br /&gt;But I had memories, no one knew.&lt;br /&gt;No one listened to every talk we ever had.&lt;br /&gt;No one knew the God you gave to me, to see, to love, to believe.&lt;br /&gt;No one knew the depth I found in you.&lt;br /&gt;How did I wreck everything so badly when all I was trying to do was love?&lt;br /&gt;I wish we could still talk like we use to.&lt;br /&gt;But our seasons run a little different now and there’s nothing I can do.&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as you always know,&lt;br /&gt;always remember the God you gave to me.&lt;br /&gt;Remember the faith that sparked through you.&lt;br /&gt;The determination to love from you.&lt;br /&gt;Love is something I think I forgot to give along the way.&lt;br /&gt;Love is nothing to throw away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you and miss you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359800366817406586-5727509291723380576?l=belliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/feeds/5727509291723380576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359800366817406586&amp;postID=5727509291723380576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/5727509291723380576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/5727509291723380576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-for-me-than-youremind-someone.html' title='More for me than you....(REMIND SOMEONE, SOMETHING TODAY)..'/><author><name>Our Multi-scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13793620078545333609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/TJkX_noxjnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I5W8IsbQgdQ/S220/PottedPlant.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/Sd4PL_3eHXI/AAAAAAAAAH4/w1nRL93cibM/s72-c/bap' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359800366817406586.post-617088855989246543</id><published>2009-04-07T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T12:20:01.304-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cable Access'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shadow boxers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Followers of Christ'/><title type='text'>SHADOW BOXERS (Episode 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Shadow Boxers is a cable access show in N.Y. The goal of Shadow Boxers is to tackle HOT TOPIC issues with today's emerging culture. The mission of Shadow Boxers is also to show "modern day hero's". People who are doing something to make a change in themselves, or in this world.&lt;br /&gt;Shadow Boxers desires to showcase champions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please give the show a moment to upload, may take longer for slower internet connections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4036345&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4036345&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/4036345"&gt;SHADOW BOXERS&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1545059"&gt;jimmy smuda&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HELP SPREAD THE WORD....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday Nights at MIDNIGHT on channel 20 on CABLEVISION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;or become a subscriber to our channel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://vimeo.com/channels/shadowboxers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;*again, please forgive the quality. I'm looking into ways to upgrade my resources* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;It isn't the best, but it's all I've got, so I'm gonna be faithful..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;Help Spread the word please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;tHe iDiOt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359800366817406586-617088855989246543?l=belliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/feeds/617088855989246543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359800366817406586&amp;postID=617088855989246543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/617088855989246543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/617088855989246543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/2009/04/shadow-boxers-episode-1.html' title='SHADOW BOXERS (Episode 1)'/><author><name>Our Multi-scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13793620078545333609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/TJkX_noxjnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I5W8IsbQgdQ/S220/PottedPlant.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359800366817406586.post-1347819562294174333</id><published>2009-04-01T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T09:39:35.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Missional or Being the Mission..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SdOX9je58cI/AAAAAAAAAHo/mAqG7y2-AgA/s1600-h/jesus3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SdOX9je58cI/AAAAAAAAAHo/mAqG7y2-AgA/s400/jesus3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319762668607369666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've moved around several times in my life now.  I love it, I hate it!  I hate leaving people, but extremely enjoy the new challenges of a new area, or community. Coming to understand that community, how it ticks, and what the DNA is. What I also love is trying to figure out why God brought me to a specific area. I see my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;missional&lt;/span&gt; journeys as just that, MISSIONS! I go into an area not wanting to "become" the mission, but to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;missional&lt;/span&gt;. I believe God brings us all to places where we are to "add" to the existing structure, town, community, organization, etc. I've learned so much in every Mission I've been on, and the people I've met, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;experiences&lt;/span&gt; I've had are priceless to me. I know I would not be  the man/leader/husband/father I am today without them. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;However with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;missional&lt;/span&gt; mindset, we have to beware to not become the MISSION. A missionary goes out to bring change, to build up, to encourage, and in a Christ follower sense to serve selflessly. They do not go to become a part of that particular mission. This takes fighting apathy, or critical-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;, or discouragement. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Missonal's&lt;/span&gt; see the value they can bring, and they stand fast on this. Through thick and thin, they are committed to the mission, they live for the mission, they would even die for the mission, however to become the mission would be chameleon-like, and pointless. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paul did this well. When he went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Berea&lt;/span&gt;, Greece, he went with a mission, yet not at the cost of BECOMING THE MISSION himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look where your at today (family, work, ministry, life) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MISSIONAL, &lt;/span&gt;is to be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERYDAY MISSION&lt;/span&gt; minded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;missional&lt;/span&gt; or part of the mission.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Missionals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; make a change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mission's are in need of a  change..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tHe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;iDiOt&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359800366817406586-1347819562294174333?l=belliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/feeds/1347819562294174333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359800366817406586&amp;postID=1347819562294174333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/1347819562294174333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/1347819562294174333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/2009/04/being-missional-or-being-mission.html' title='Being Missional or Being the Mission..'/><author><name>Our Multi-scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13793620078545333609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/TJkX_noxjnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I5W8IsbQgdQ/S220/PottedPlant.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SdOX9je58cI/AAAAAAAAAHo/mAqG7y2-AgA/s72-c/jesus3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359800366817406586.post-2107979504310896561</id><published>2009-04-01T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T07:36:52.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>33 years of wrong running.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SdN76qJhkdI/AAAAAAAAAHg/pYM5XnOSNjQ/s1600-h/front_banner_2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 164px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SdN76qJhkdI/AAAAAAAAAHg/pYM5XnOSNjQ/s400/front_banner_2+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319731832531554770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:arial;"&gt;So the Mrs and I are on our latest "let's get fit" campaign. There's a big part of me that would love for us to simply give into time, age, and the natural laws of gravity and literally ENJOY our cake and eat it 2....(yeah..the number 2).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:arial;"&gt;So the other day we went for run. 3 1/2 miles of fun. I was impressed with the fact that I broke a 10 minute mile after not running for what seems like decades. But it was during my last maybe quarter mile that i realized something. As I was pushing harder and harder, trying to finish I began thinking of my form. How can I save energy, my thighs were on FIRE at this point, and if it didn't look ridiculous I would have just rolled the last lap. So i started taking inventory of how I was running. I realized for 33 years I don't know if I've ever ran, as much as I simply lumbered. See to run, (this will be obvious to all...but me) It's a multiple extension of the leg for a certain length, the foot hitting the concrete, THEN (here's where I've been missing the boat) HEAL, TOE, then the flexing of the calf to push forward...Simple right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:arial;"&gt;But for me it was small extension of the leg, and kind of a dead weight heal toe and ZERO flexing of the calf for the PUSH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO KNOW YOU'VE BEEN RUNNING WRONG FOR OVER 33 YEARS?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? I mean, growing up, I was a multiple sport athlete. I've never been the fastest guy in the world, but I also prided myself with my build, height, and mass that I was NEVER a bumbling big man. Middle of the road maybe, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; NOT slow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;So here's the deal. Take inventory of your life right now. Not of the present situations, but of things you've been doing for years, and see if your running wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The beauty of discovery, is what you do AFTER you've discovered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;....that's the fun part. Now, I have a new passion for running, because I will run the way running was supposed to be done. The bible says to run the race with endurance, but it's says the right way below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;HEBREWS 12 SAYS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, 2 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;l&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ooking&lt;/span&gt; unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith,&lt;/span&gt; who for the joy that was set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I pray you come into the realm of self-discovery of something in your life that needs examining. And with that discovery you would turn your eyes and your energy to focus on that, and run the right way....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tHe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;iDiOt&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359800366817406586-2107979504310896561?l=belliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/feeds/2107979504310896561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359800366817406586&amp;postID=2107979504310896561' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/2107979504310896561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/2107979504310896561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/2009/04/33-years-of-wrong-running.html' title='33 years of wrong running.....'/><author><name>Our Multi-scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13793620078545333609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/TJkX_noxjnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I5W8IsbQgdQ/S220/PottedPlant.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SdN76qJhkdI/AAAAAAAAAHg/pYM5XnOSNjQ/s72-c/front_banner_2+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359800366817406586.post-2483739667170711796</id><published>2009-03-26T19:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T19:10:43.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359800366817406586-2483739667170711796?l=belliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/feeds/2483739667170711796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359800366817406586&amp;postID=2483739667170711796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/2483739667170711796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/2483739667170711796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Our Multi-scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13793620078545333609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/TJkX_noxjnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I5W8IsbQgdQ/S220/PottedPlant.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359800366817406586.post-7281368729594056504</id><published>2009-03-26T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T19:02:14.399-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visionary vision'/><title type='text'>VISION vs VISIONARY.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/ScwykuhKydI/AAAAAAAAAHY/UKcziybWPuM/s1600-h/visionary_hp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 184px; height: 138px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/ScwykuhKydI/AAAAAAAAAHY/UKcziybWPuM/s400/visionary_hp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317680866561542610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;VISION;   the act or power of sensing with the eyes; sight.&lt;br /&gt;2. the act or power of anticipating that which will or may come to be: prophetic vision; the vision of an entrepreneur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VISIONARY: given to or characterized by fanciful, not presently workable, or unpractical ideas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;Very different definitions don't you think? "the power of anticipation vs not presently workable". This week I had the chance to share at a local high school  what it is to be a visionary (P.S. I  THINK EVERYTHING IS FANCIFUL NOW)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;I've come up with a new slogan for myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;"a visionary lives in unpractical boldness"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;Think of how important VISION is? The bible says "w/o the vision PEOPLE perish"....not church's, not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;organizations&lt;/span&gt;...not ministries....but PEOPLE perish..which in hence means church's, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;organizations&lt;/span&gt;, and ministries CAN go on and by God even be successful. But PEOPLE? They perish! Hence the importance of the VISIONARY. People who live in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;unpractical realms&lt;/span&gt;...and boldness. I believe a vision goes in 3 steps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;1. It starts with a thought (very spiritual...i know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;2. It directly moves to a vision (because the thought has had some time to plant in our souls, fertilize, and grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;3. then it becomes reality..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Without the 3rd step, it's still a vision, but a INCOMPLETE VISION, which then would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;categorize&lt;/span&gt; itself as a wonderful thought....or potential vision..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;The church needs  visionaries, who are unpractical and bold, and make these visions realities....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359800366817406586-7281368729594056504?l=belliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/feeds/7281368729594056504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359800366817406586&amp;postID=7281368729594056504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/7281368729594056504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/7281368729594056504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/2009/03/vision-vs-visionary.html' title='VISION vs VISIONARY.....'/><author><name>Our Multi-scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13793620078545333609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/TJkX_noxjnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I5W8IsbQgdQ/S220/PottedPlant.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/ScwykuhKydI/AAAAAAAAAHY/UKcziybWPuM/s72-c/visionary_hp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359800366817406586.post-9210349310680719382</id><published>2009-03-18T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T08:57:04.681-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FAITH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NON-NEGOTIABLE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ABSOLUTES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TRUST'/><title type='text'>NON-NEGOTIABLES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/ScEZZXTIg7I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/rQPyFg-WaSs/s1600-h/6a00d83453da6469e20111688ada2c970c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/ScEZZXTIg7I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/rQPyFg-WaSs/s400/6a00d83453da6469e20111688ada2c970c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314556958815585202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psalm 62:7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My help and glory are in God —granite-strength and safe-harbor-God— So trust him &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;absolutely,&lt;/span&gt; people; lay your lives on the line for him. God is a safe place to be.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TRUST is a crazy word. It sounds so easy, but takes so much to accomplish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ABSOLUTE TRUST is INSANE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My daughter Bella has this down. She would easily jump off a 10 story building if I promised to catch her.....Ari (my youngest daughter) has a rough time trusting me tying her shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this verse because it takes something that's extremely difficult for us to do (trust) and takes it to another level. But wasn't that what Jesus was all about......Undeniable Absolutes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another word comes to mind with these words. TRUST.....ABSOLUTES....AND NON-NEGOTIABLES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;small words with sick big meanings...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus had a list of non-negotiables that he not only made...but LIVED OUT...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight in my continual "HOW'S YOUR 30 SERIES?"  I'm teaching on the NON-NEGOTIABLES OF JESUS.....Take a look at my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOP 30 NON-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEGOTIABLES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; OF JESUS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Omitted is the obvious heaven, hell, and 2nd coming...c'mon people!!!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. LOVE WAS NON-NEGOTIABLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. OBEDIENCE WAS NON-NEGOTIABLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. FAITH WAS NON-NEGOTIABLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. PERSISTENCE WAS NON-NEGOTIABLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. SALVATION WAS NON-NEGOTIABLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. REPENTANCE WAS NON-NEGOTIABLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. JUSTICE WAS NON-NEGOTIABLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. PRAYER WAS NON-NEGOTIABLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. COMMUNITY WAS NON-NEGOTIABLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. RELATIONSHIPS (OR FRIENDSHIPS) WERE NON-NEGOTIABLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. HEALING'S WERE NON-NEGOTIABLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. FASTING WAS NON-NEGOTIABLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. WINING WAS NON-NEGOTIABLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. ATONEMENT WAS NON-NEGOTIABLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. PEACE WAS NON-NEGOTIABLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. CHILDREN WERE NON-NEGOTIABLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. TEACHING WAS NON-NEGOTIABLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. CHALLENGING OTHERS (iron sharpening iron) WAS NON-NEGOTIABLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. GRACE WAS NON-NEGOTIABLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. JOY WAS NON-NEGOTIABLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. COMMUNITY WAS NON-NEGOTIABLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. COMMITMENT WAS NON-NEGOTIABLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. LOYALTY WAS NON-NEGOTIABLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. HONESTY WAS NON-NEGOTIABLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. DEVOTION WAS NON-NEGOTIABLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. MENTOR SHIP WAS NON-NEGOTIABLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27. BELIEF WAS NON-NEGOTIABLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28. SIN WAS NON-NEGOTIABLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29. THE CROSS WAS NON-NEGOTIABLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. "YOU" ARE NON-NEGOTIABLE....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT ARE YOUR NON-NEGOTIABLES IN YOUR LIFE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359800366817406586-9210349310680719382?l=belliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/feeds/9210349310680719382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359800366817406586&amp;postID=9210349310680719382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/9210349310680719382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/9210349310680719382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/2009/03/non-negotiables.html' title='NON-NEGOTIABLES'/><author><name>Our Multi-scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13793620078545333609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/TJkX_noxjnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I5W8IsbQgdQ/S220/PottedPlant.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/ScEZZXTIg7I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/rQPyFg-WaSs/s72-c/6a00d83453da6469e20111688ada2c970c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359800366817406586.post-6403500176602212175</id><published>2009-03-17T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T07:24:08.864-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leadership'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nehemiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T.V. show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shadow boxers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fighters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Never give up.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Never quit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keanu Reeves'/><title type='text'>KILLER INSTINCT or INSTINCTIVELY KILLED???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/Sb-yZQxDOOI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Y6V25EzqoP0/s1600-h/never-give-up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 383px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/Sb-yZQxDOOI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Y6V25EzqoP0/s400/never-give-up.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314162232387647714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I always tell people saying if I was a wrestler I'd want to be called Jimmy "never say die" Smuda. Seriously, it would stick! Now,  I love it when something unexpected falls into your lap. A good friend of mine came up to me and said "So I have a connection, Would you like your own cable t.v. show"? My response? FOR REAL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;As the details became more "realistic" the shot of getting my own cable access show seemed a long shot at best. I was told 1,000's of people apply (it's FREE...DUH) and the chance is slim, but why not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;Long story longer...I submitted the application, waited..and GOT IT! ARE YOU SERIOUS?Then came the heart wrenching news of you have to have your first show by THIS MONDAY (keep in mind, I got this info on WED). My first reaction was, "Well...that would have been nice". Then something clicked in. That &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;NEVER SAY DIE attitude. See I believe you either have that KILLER INSTINCT, or in life you suffer the possibility of being INSTINCTIVELY KILLED. There has to be that drive, that passion that becomes the fuel in which you survive on. You know you have this when everything and everyone says "There's no chance", and sometimes that everything and everyone is YOU YOURSELF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;It's more then an OVERDRIVE button, or a PUSH, or an adrenaline rush. It's like this. Ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 92px; height: 135px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/Sb-t42VdtRI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7M-m84q0omk/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314157277490296082" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt; see the movie "point break" with one of the most amazing actors of all time keanu reeves? HOW SILLY! OF COURSE YOU HAVE! There's this ridiculous scene where Patrick Swayze jumps out of a plane, away from the thespian (aka keanu). Mr. brilliant (again Keanu) has no parachute so he's faced with a dilemma. Either let the bad guy get away...or JUMP and HOPE. Mr. Fantastic (by now, you get it...Keanu) jumps out of the plane and grabs Swayze in one of the most incredible cinematic scenes since......well since Mr. Amazing (KEAAAAANUUUUU) jumped the city bus in speed......the man is a god kids! (full sarcasm intentional, except the parts that are completely true).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That's what a never say die attitude looks like. NO is not an option. Quitting doesn't even make sense, and not trying is completely unacceptable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;READ NEHEMIAH CHAPTER 6 from the message and you COMPLETELY get what I'm saying..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;So....Shadow Boxers is born......encouraging fighters to keep fighting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECK OUT THE TRAILER...&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4YMborTAOxs &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359800366817406586-6403500176602212175?l=belliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/feeds/6403500176602212175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359800366817406586&amp;postID=6403500176602212175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/6403500176602212175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/6403500176602212175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/2009/03/killer-instinct-or-instinctively-killed.html' title='KILLER INSTINCT or INSTINCTIVELY KILLED???'/><author><name>Our Multi-scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13793620078545333609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/TJkX_noxjnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I5W8IsbQgdQ/S220/PottedPlant.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/Sb-yZQxDOOI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Y6V25EzqoP0/s72-c/never-give-up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359800366817406586.post-4808071505553743066</id><published>2009-03-06T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T07:58:21.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>F.R.I.E.N.D.S.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SbFIFrg8XGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/cRIRwIvue08/s1600-h/friends_tv_show.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SbFIFrg8XGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/cRIRwIvue08/s400/friends_tv_show.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310104698063969378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One of my all-time favorite shows is friends. I know, morally disturbing, but none the less I'm a sinner with an over abundance of grace, let's move on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The reason I love that show so much is the relationship between the 6 main characters. My favorite part of the show was one simple act of connection. You may find it silly, and ridiculous, but to me it was the most incredible act of trust, love and community. THEY NEVER KNOCKED! NO KNOCKING WAS NEEDED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You always see them just walking into each others apartments, unannounced. With no forewarning. I loved this. Forever I've talked about 1 dream of mine. To be an old man playing cards, smoking cigars and arguing with a close knit group of friends of mine  over a games of cards if MONTANA or MARINO was the greatest quarterback of all time (MARINO).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sadly with every passing year that reality becomes less and less. See I've moved around alot...some would say TOO much. It was never my intent to move so much. I wanted to be that guy, who lived in a neighborhood for 100 years. But God had other plans. In embracing that however has cost me. It's cost me intimate, close, and life long friendship. People discard what they cannot see, touch, feel on a regular basis. I was reading this morning out of  JOHN 15. Jesus gives us this command to love each other as I have loved you. EVEN POSSIBLE? He goes on to say "your not my servants, but my F.R.I.E.N.D.S". He does give an ultimatum before this. He says "you are my friends IF......you do what I command". See in real friendship there is a "DO-ing" aspect. I think the definition of a friend is funny and interesting per each individual. Think of your facebook, twitter, etc. We have hundreds of friends....how many do we really know? or REALLY REALLY care about? Friendship shouldn't be defined simply as a "in the moment" means to connecting to others. To me friendship should be forever. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Imagine if people spent more time "staying" connected to one another, as opposed to just replacing one another? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt; What you would have is that "DO-ing" principal, and probably a deeper understanding of the friend being "closer than a brother". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Real friends are not expendable. I encourage you. Embrace the "DO-ing" of friendship.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fight&lt;/span&gt; to save relationships as best as you can. Remember the "love one another" was not a simple suggestion, but a commandment, and strive to have the relationships where NO KNOCKING IS NEEDED!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;As for this idiot........I will hold on to the dream, of smoke cigar, card tables, and the "great debates"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.....tHe iDiOt....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359800366817406586-4808071505553743066?l=belliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/feeds/4808071505553743066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359800366817406586&amp;postID=4808071505553743066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/4808071505553743066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/4808071505553743066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/2009/03/friends.html' title='F.R.I.E.N.D.S.'/><author><name>Our Multi-scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13793620078545333609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/TJkX_noxjnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I5W8IsbQgdQ/S220/PottedPlant.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SbFIFrg8XGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/cRIRwIvue08/s72-c/friends_tv_show.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359800366817406586.post-7372163747095414278</id><published>2009-02-24T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T19:23:21.302-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homosexuality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sean Penn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OSCAR 2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dustin Lance Black'/><title type='text'>God and Gays.....</title><content type='html'>"But most of all, If Harvey h&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 98px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SaS4PuagMlI/AAAAAAAAAGw/VZqXdzB35fo/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306568841246028370" /&gt;ad not been taken from us 30 years ago, I think he'd want me to say to all the gay and lesbian kids out there tonight who have been told that they are less than by their churches, by government or by their families that you are beautiful, wonderful creatures who have value. And that no matter what anyone tells you, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD DOES LOVE YOU"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These were the words on OSCAR NIGHT 2009 by Dustin Lance Black who directed the movie MILK. A movie about a activist named HARVEY MILK, who stood prominent for gay and lesbian rights. The movie won best original screenplay, as well as best actor for Sean Penn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now as I must say at first, hearing the acceptance speech, and this particular part was at first a shock up my spine. I was angry he would lump church's right in there with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;intolerance&lt;/span&gt;. I was even more angry that Mr. Black would address "KIDS" in a subject so sensitive (If a born again, Christian went up there and said "kids, say your prayers, put down your porn, give your full life to Christ, and deny yourself and take up your cross to follow JESUS CHRIST....just IMAGINE the N.Y. POST the next day???) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway! After my initial &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aggravation&lt;/span&gt; I thought to myself, is it true? Should we be judged so unfairly/fairly?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't come up with an answer on this. I took it to prayer. Homosexuality has always been near and dear to my heart. I plan on doing a documentary on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Homosexuals who struggle with their faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..(notice not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Christians&lt;/span&gt; who struggle with homosexuality..play on words &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;suckerrrrs&lt;/span&gt;...) I feel at times they are the modern day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;leopards&lt;/span&gt; in the church (don't ask...don't bother....it's not there...i can't see you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I did come to understand though is this. Mr. Black couldn't be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;MORE CORRECT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God does love these "kids". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God loves "Gays", God loves "addicts", God loves "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;porn stars&lt;/span&gt;", God loves "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;alcoholics&lt;/span&gt;", God love "child molesters", God loves "murderers", God loves "porn-a-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;holics&lt;/span&gt;, God loves "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;thieves&lt;/span&gt;", God loves "adulterers"....  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GOD IS IN LOVE WITH SINNERS.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; IT IS NOT AN ISSUE OF WEATHER OR NOT GOD LOVES US!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Check out God's character here....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ezekiel 18: 4 says this "FOR EVERY LIVING SOUL BELONGS TO ME, (GOD TAKING OWNERSHIP OF HIS "ARTWORK)....THE FATHER AS WELL AS THE SON-BOTH ALIKE BELONG TO ME (AGAIN OWNERSHIP) THE SOUL WHO SINS IS THE ONE WHO WILL DIE.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sounds harsh? and it is! but the beauty of God IS his harshness...why? because his harshness is always followed by his parental instinct. Drop down to vs 31:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;31: RID YOURSELVES OF ALL THE OFFENSES YOU HAVE COMMITTED, AND GET A NEW HEART AND A NEW SPIRIT (A FATHER PLEADING WITH HIS CHILDREN) WHY WILL Y&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;OU&lt;/span&gt; DIE, O HOUSE OF &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ISRAEL&lt;/span&gt;? (and here comes one of the greatest versus in the bible in detailing God's heart for his people)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;32: "FOR I TAKE NO PLEASURE IN THE DEATH OF "ANYONE", declares the Sovereign LORD, Repent and live!!( GOD IS BEAUTIFUL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;God desires to not lose ONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;NOW? Now the church has the job to change the perception of the sinner, without watering down, OR high-fiving  the sin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Again folks...i am the idiot.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359800366817406586-7372163747095414278?l=belliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/feeds/7372163747095414278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359800366817406586&amp;postID=7372163747095414278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/7372163747095414278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/7372163747095414278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/2009/02/god-and-gays.html' title='God and Gays.....'/><author><name>Our Multi-scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13793620078545333609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/TJkX_noxjnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I5W8IsbQgdQ/S220/PottedPlant.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SaS4PuagMlI/AAAAAAAAAGw/VZqXdzB35fo/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359800366817406586.post-5766381280356497777</id><published>2009-02-15T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T15:12:26.398-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fatherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andy Stanley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ridiculous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bill Hybels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Reserve Your RIGHT to be RIDICULOUS.....(via Andy Stanley and Bono.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SZihTqwhWhI/AAAAAAAAAGo/R84sJP5vinE/s1600-h/ridiculous.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 344px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SZihTqwhWhI/AAAAAAAAAGo/R84sJP5vinE/s400/ridiculous.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303165920496146962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Several years ago, I attended a leadership conference Willow Creek hosted. Amazing speakers...Incredible nuggets of golden wisdom pouring out from some of todays most recognized leaders. 2 things i remembered. Andy Stanley...and Bono.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Andy Stanley told me to "CHEAT THE CHURCH"....to be content with the ministry God gives you, by the sacrifice you CAN make....without cheating your family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Bono was doing a interview on his global plan. But one statement burnt in my mind. Bill Hybels said "Your on vacation now, do you make sure you find time to be with your family as often as possible?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bono dropped these lines like only Bono can. He said: "Bill, as long as I'm alive my family and I will reserve our right to be ridiculous".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Since I heard this awesome theology, I've christened "Ridiculous Night"  not only in my family, but in my ministry....We grow up so fast, we have so many opportunities to be so very serious with our FAITH, FAMILY, WORK, MINISTRIES, DREAMS etc etc... You know what I did today....I took my youngest daughter to the park, and swung on a swing.....belly down like superman....and man if it didn't feel fantastic. Ari on my back giggling, the cool wind blowing, and nothing but ridiculousness flowing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't take yourself so serious you lose your right...your  right to be ridiculous.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 THINGS YOU CAN DO TO KEEP YOURSELF RIDICULOUSLY HAPPY &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(FEEL FREE TO ADD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. With your family (and kids) break out into dance in a public place (this may seem silly, but your kids will never forget it..nor your wife of embarassment)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Start a massive cake fight in your own kitchen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Give yourself and your family a matching homemade tatoo...or face painting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7, If you have girls, let them do a "makeover" on you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Breakout into a song of LOVE to your wife in a very public place...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 In front of your family, tell a total stranger how in love you are with your wife....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Swing belly down on a swing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Get a popular (or post popular...disco songs work great) family theme song....these can change constantly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Become a obnoxious fan of a team..any team...and together get every other fan of any other team aggrevatted at you for your loyalty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Do whatever it takes to make your loved ones laugh until they are close to peeing.....and i mean whatever it takes....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember you only live once.........so LIVE...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359800366817406586-5766381280356497777?l=belliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/feeds/5766381280356497777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359800366817406586&amp;postID=5766381280356497777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/5766381280356497777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/5766381280356497777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/2009/02/reserve-your-right-to-be-ridiculousvia.html' title='Reserve Your RIGHT to be RIDICULOUS.....(via Andy Stanley and Bono.'/><author><name>Our Multi-scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13793620078545333609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/TJkX_noxjnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I5W8IsbQgdQ/S220/PottedPlant.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SZihTqwhWhI/AAAAAAAAAGo/R84sJP5vinE/s72-c/ridiculous.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359800366817406586.post-2532771940211769395</id><published>2009-02-05T16:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T16:54:46.612-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippians 4'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JOSIAH JAMES SMUDA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BABY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ANXIOUS'/><title type='text'>ANXIOUSLY "not" being ANXIOUS about the "thing"..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SYuJzYjn-GI/AAAAAAAAAGY/89Y-EdlkfRQ/s1600-h/thing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SYuJzYjn-GI/AAAAAAAAAGY/89Y-EdlkfRQ/s400/thing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299480902389725282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So I'm awaiting my bundle of joy. My baby Boy...Josiah James Smuda WAS to arrive yesterday. As that time went as quickly as it came, the anxiousness began to build. I can only compare it to when as a child you may have been promised that "thing" (b.b. gun, skateboard, doll, trip to Disney, punch in the face....or any other childhood dream). You were promised this "thing". Say your told this "thing" is coming on February 4Th 2009..(and this is where Dr's are ridiculous in their predictions.....the EXACT DATE!) But they give you hope. So you look forward to the day of this "thing". And every waking week has you anticipating the "thing". So time flying as it does gets you more and more amped about said arrival of "thing"...and finally the day is here....you've prepared as best as you know how, and the day is here! Your ready...your waiting....here comes the "thing"......and there goes the day????????????&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;         NOTHING...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A giant thud of disappointment. A loud clang of nothingness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Philippians 4 is a funny chapter...it starts by saying "let your gentle spirit be known to all men...the Lord is near........hmmm ALL MEN? Gentle spirit? and again i say hmm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When your living in anxiousness there's no possible way to show a "gentle" anything to anyone...It goes on to say &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"be anxious for nothing. but in everything by prayer supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be known to God".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then the clincher....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"and the peace of God, which surpasses all comprehension, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus"..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BE ANXIOUS FOR NOTHING! When you want something so bad you can't click on all cylinders, it's hard to fight anxiousness. But scripture is clear on these 2 points.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Despite our circumstances, the "GENTLE" spirit is still a requirement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. GOD IS NOT INTERESTED IN MY WORRY, HE'S INTERESTED IN MY TRUST, MY DIALOGUE WITH HIM (or supplication) AND OBEDIENCE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;obedience to know His answer is always....always....ALWAYS perfect......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then comes the fun part. The part where we lose focus on due to "over" supplication, and anxiousness.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE PEACE OF GOD, WHICH PASSES ALL UNDERSTANDING....OR COMPREHENSION.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whenever I get the chance to pray for ANYONE, this is the one constant I pray over people. When we get the peace that is beyond our own definitions......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the "thing", can take it's course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Josiah....I patiently await to be your daddy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359800366817406586-2532771940211769395?l=belliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/feeds/2532771940211769395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359800366817406586&amp;postID=2532771940211769395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/2532771940211769395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/2532771940211769395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/2009/02/anxiously-not-being-anxious-about-thing.html' title='ANXIOUSLY &quot;not&quot; being ANXIOUS about the &quot;thing&quot;..'/><author><name>Our Multi-scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13793620078545333609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/TJkX_noxjnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I5W8IsbQgdQ/S220/PottedPlant.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SYuJzYjn-GI/AAAAAAAAAGY/89Y-EdlkfRQ/s72-c/thing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359800366817406586.post-4321886335081224313</id><published>2009-01-16T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T19:47:51.459-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tenacity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will Smith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pursuit of Happynes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Never give up.'/><title type='text'>tHe pursuit of "the clap"..(not the std....)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SXFUPqcAYpI/AAAAAAAAAGI/NmMC71y--vM/s1600-h/jaden_smith16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SXFUPqcAYpI/AAAAAAAAAGI/NmMC71y--vM/s400/jaden_smith16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292103665203569298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;If your a movie buff like me, it's never really about the "whole" movie...as much as the many moments within a movie. The parts that make you well up inside, or let out a laugh, or cheer louder then you expected....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;One of my all time moments takes 45 seconds in a movie. Pursuit of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Happyness&lt;/span&gt; starring Will Smith as a dad who refuses to quit despite all the chips not only being down, but obliterated. Will Smith is amazing in this role. He captivates, yet his greatest moment comes towards the climax of the movie. Basically he gets what no one expects him to get, what he himself wasn't even sure he could get, and no one especially wanted him to get. But he gets it. He wins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He went 22 rounds with the world and he wins, and your excited for him, and Will plays the part of a guy who's about to explode at the news that "he's getting the job!". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Here comes the great scene. He walks briskly out of his office, down the elevator about to explode. He gets outside and doesn't know what to do with himself, so he begins shuffling with the crowd walking in sync with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then comes the clap....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-style: italic;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;the clap above his head says everything, the clap above the head is probably 2.3 seconds, but it represents everything he's thinking...and you can so relate (OR WANT TO...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The clap represents a fight...a bloody, messy, uncomfortable fight....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The clap represents the winner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The clap is says the battle is over, and I have won. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The clap says I may have wounds, but I'm not defeated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The clap is closure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The clap says you can breath again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The clap says "IT WAS ALL WORTH IT"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The clap justifies you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The clap solidifies you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The clap proves others wrong about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The clap removes the option of anyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;writting&lt;/span&gt; you off...ever again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The clap confirms you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The clap releases you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The clap symbolizes all these things above but most importantly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;the CLAP says 2 things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;IT IS FINISHED......AND WE'VE ONLY JUST BEGUN........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;I looked over at my wife the other night as we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;re-watched it again....all I could say was.....soon...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I want that clap!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359800366817406586-4321886335081224313?l=belliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/feeds/4321886335081224313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359800366817406586&amp;postID=4321886335081224313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/4321886335081224313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/4321886335081224313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/2009/01/pursuit-of-clapnot-std.html' title='tHe pursuit of &quot;the clap&quot;..(not the std....)'/><author><name>Our Multi-scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13793620078545333609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/TJkX_noxjnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I5W8IsbQgdQ/S220/PottedPlant.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SXFUPqcAYpI/AAAAAAAAAGI/NmMC71y--vM/s72-c/jaden_smith16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359800366817406586.post-4333495742624401445</id><published>2009-01-16T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T19:13:10.579-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Acts 13:22'/><title type='text'>tHe Wonders...(like I WONDER WHAT HAPPENED TO THE 0-NEDERS?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SXFMqy54m8I/AAAAAAAAAFw/7XEqF3CdpnA/s1600-h/images-2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 115px; height: 149px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SXFMqy54m8I/AAAAAAAAAFw/7XEqF3CdpnA/s400/images-2.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292095335239818178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I can't be the only one...I just can't I tell myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You know, the person who reads into "everything", or who's mind races continually, non-stop, day and night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The person who will go back and "re" remember a conversation, or the look a person gave you and wonder hours, maybe even days "What did he/she REALLY mean by that"? My old  youth pastor (one of 7 btw) used to say "There's a lil' bit o humor in EVERY joke". I was 15 when he said that. I've denied it to people's faces before. But if I'm being honest, the old guy might have been onto something! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Were passionate about getting our points across in subtle ways, slip of the tongues are never really slips are they? ARE THEY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So my mind wanders..and wanders, and wanders and wanders. It seems the older I get the harder it is to shut down. I ponder what people REALLY mean, when they are  saying something. The young girl who is constantly over and over and over saying "I remember in youth group when WE USED TO....." what does she really mean? Does she mean "WE NEVER DO.......anymore"...or "You suck...we were better off without you".....Now not to sound senseless and insecure, I'm just trying to engage a thought process. (side note: To make sure I'm clear in the fact that I am very much NOT INSECURE... I don't run these through my mind and WORRY, FRET, or even CARE about the "thought(s) of Jimmy Smuda) I run them through my mind alot of time for my prayer points. Ex: The other day a person and I were having a very private convo. By the end of the convo we both agreed on some things, and disagreed on other things. But this person was "joking" about several key things. Some at my expense (again..which is ok), some at the church's expense (not so ok), and others expense (def not ok). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;As I got home that night, I sensed the spirit telling me "Nothing you just talked about had anything to do with what you 2 were talking about"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;HUH? So I just wasted 2 hours  of dominate wisdom (trust me...it was) to not even get to the core of that person...Horrible! I'm a studier of people, their movings, their characters, their words. Sometimes I just love to watch peoples movings (sounds so creepy) why? Because you RARELY get the honest "This is what I mean" conversation anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"I'M STUGGLING",       "I'M LONELY",       "I'M LYING",       "I'M DYING",       "I'M SINNING",          "I'M QUITTING"            "I LOVE YOU"      "I HATE YOU"      "YOUR STUPID"       "YOUR BRILLIANT"            "YOUR USELESS"        "I'M POINTLESS"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;conversations have long ago died. ESPECIALLY in the church. We gloss with the "onics" of "brothers, and sisters".......but are we really getting down to the matter at heart? I hate guessing! I don't feel relationships (especially holy relationships bro/sis) were meant for "wondering".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You know why God loved David? Not because he could "shred" on the Harp! Or  he loved his statue. Not because he had good aim, or that he was bold enough to "GO STREAKING!!!!!!!!!! and dance before Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD LOVED DAVID &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BECAUSE HE NEVER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAD TO WONDER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acts 13:22 "I have found David son of Jesse a man after my own heart; he will do everything I want him to do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So wait? God "wanted" david to be a murderer, a adulterer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;No, of course not! The "everything I wanted to do" was Transparency. GOD never had to wonder with David.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The very thing He "hated" Adam for ("Adam? where are you? who told you you were naked......wondering!!!!!) is the very thing God loved David for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359800366817406586-4333495742624401445?l=belliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/feeds/4333495742624401445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359800366817406586&amp;postID=4333495742624401445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/4333495742624401445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/4333495742624401445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/2009/01/wonderslike-i-wonder-what-happened-to-0.html' title='tHe Wonders...(like I WONDER WHAT HAPPENED TO THE 0-NEDERS?)'/><author><name>Our Multi-scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13793620078545333609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/TJkX_noxjnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I5W8IsbQgdQ/S220/PottedPlant.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SXFMqy54m8I/AAAAAAAAAFw/7XEqF3CdpnA/s72-c/images-2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359800366817406586.post-1222860516420958321</id><published>2009-01-16T18:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T18:45:26.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feedback</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SXFGF5hdwZI/AAAAAAAAAFo/JoFiGFQ0UBY/s1600-h/funny-pictures-fighting-cats-constructive-feedback.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SXFGF5hdwZI/AAAAAAAAAFo/JoFiGFQ0UBY/s400/funny-pictures-fighting-cats-constructive-feedback.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292088104291516818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey guys,&lt;div&gt;If your family or friends, or check out any of my ramblings......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let me know what ya think!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feedback is fuel for inspiration....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It would be much appreciated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also if you have a blog, feel free to add mine to your blog roll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or listing, and I would gladly do the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be blessed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359800366817406586-1222860516420958321?l=belliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/feeds/1222860516420958321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359800366817406586&amp;postID=1222860516420958321' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/1222860516420958321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/1222860516420958321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/2009/01/feedback.html' title='Feedback'/><author><name>Our Multi-scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13793620078545333609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/TJkX_noxjnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I5W8IsbQgdQ/S220/PottedPlant.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SXFGF5hdwZI/AAAAAAAAAFo/JoFiGFQ0UBY/s72-c/funny-pictures-fighting-cats-constructive-feedback.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359800366817406586.post-2436081092378815211</id><published>2009-01-13T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:19:35.496-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='encouragement.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toilet paper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JOB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pray'/><title type='text'>GOD USES TOILET PAPER......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SW1_HpBpltI/AAAAAAAAAFg/g77rQt5L6q0/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 116px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SW1_HpBpltI/AAAAAAAAAFg/g77rQt5L6q0/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291024906478786258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So you ever have one of those "feel sorry" for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; yourself moments. You know, "no one loves me", &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"does anyone know I'm alive" type of deals. I wanted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to take a break from blogging to really concentrate on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;concentrated prayer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Of course when you commit to a intense prayer time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:arial;"&gt;to refocus, refresh, and re evaluate who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you are, is when you seem most attacked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday was that day for me. I was in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the middle of a very "stellar" feel sorry for me moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I mean this was a good one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;REALLY GOOD. Everything from, Am I even called to be a pastor?, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Am I a good pastor? dad? husband? The infamous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I HAVE NO "REAL FRIENDS"...whine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Oh yeah! I was clicking on all cylinders. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I did all the "HOLY THINGS".. prayed, wept, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;threw dirt on my head (ok i didn't weep) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; read out of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Job &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(for some reason felt i could relate)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I needed encouragement....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I prayed for my own Eliphaz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; This guy named Eliphaz comes to Job's rescue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;in Chapter 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Message)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He says this: 1-4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eliphaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Teman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; spoke up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Would you mind if I said something to you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; white-space: pre; font-family:arial;"&gt;Under the circumstances it's hard to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;keep quiet. You yourself have done this plenty times, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;spoken words that clarify,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;encouraged those who were about to quit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Your words have put stumbling on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;their feet, put fresh hope in people about to collapse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But now YOU'RE the one in trouble, you're hurting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You've been hit hard and you're reeling from the blow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But shouldn't your devout life give you confidence &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shouldn't your exemplary life give you hope?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Such inspiring words out of Job. Did it help? NOPE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's how God works in the most unusual, creative, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;outstanding lavish ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My daughter has this THING. She loves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to write little notes around my house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When she's "doing her duty". She loves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to write littlenotes on the toilet paper so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the next "dutier" will find them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My notes have been "Daddy is the greatest",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; "Bella loves Mommy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:arial;"&gt;etc etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As I continued in my downward spiral. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I went to my bathroom to shave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I had just come out of a prayer time, reading this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;scripture,and felt even MORE dopey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then the TP hit me. I looked down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My 6 year old writes these &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;words that shredded me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Spelt in the phonics of a 1st grader...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I LOVE YOU EVRITHENG &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;aboout you...Just the waye You Are"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Enough said....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Proof God even uses toilet paper...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359800366817406586-2436081092378815211?l=belliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/feeds/2436081092378815211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359800366817406586&amp;postID=2436081092378815211' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/2436081092378815211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/2436081092378815211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/2009/01/god-uses-toilet-paper.html' title='GOD USES TOILET PAPER......'/><author><name>Our Multi-scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13793620078545333609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/TJkX_noxjnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I5W8IsbQgdQ/S220/PottedPlant.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SW1_HpBpltI/AAAAAAAAAFg/g77rQt5L6q0/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359800366817406586.post-1706365454211923765</id><published>2009-01-13T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T21:38:39.912-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cornelius Project'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homeless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hot topics'/><title type='text'>Cornelius Projects update....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SW16NqXTaTI/AAAAAAAAAFY/a_OPi2wTCkI/s1600-h/cornelius+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SW16NqXTaTI/AAAAAAAAAFY/a_OPi2wTCkI/s400/cornelius+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291019512359119154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The first installment of CORNELIUS PROJECT is under way. We are currently editing video from our homeless excursion, and filming more as we go. We hope to have the final documentary done by APRIL, and we will make contacts to have some showings around Long Island.We've been making contacts with people who are heavily involved in many other social projects, as well as hot button issues. Stay tuned for more details.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359800366817406586-1706365454211923765?l=belliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/feeds/1706365454211923765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359800366817406586&amp;postID=1706365454211923765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/1706365454211923765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/1706365454211923765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/2009/01/cornelius-projects-update.html' title='Cornelius Projects update....'/><author><name>Our Multi-scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13793620078545333609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/TJkX_noxjnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I5W8IsbQgdQ/S220/PottedPlant.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SW16NqXTaTI/AAAAAAAAAFY/a_OPi2wTCkI/s72-c/cornelius+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359800366817406586.post-6869167328249786726</id><published>2008-12-18T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T09:03:01.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The IGNORE (ant) vs tHe iDiOt....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SUp_bvi67bI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/G9a20UoMFi0/s1600-h/ignore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SUp_bvi67bI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/G9a20UoMFi0/s400/ignore.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281173627641458098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;So I'm struggling here. I struggle with "ignore". Or being ignored. I also struggle with the "ignore" "ant". Look, I'm not an egomaniac that is like the "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Stuart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"saying "look what I can do"! But I do have issues when we ignore one another in the body of Christ. Our needs, our struggles, our victories. Blind eyes see nothing worth value. Here's my "rant". Within the last several months, I have reached out to several people in the christian world who I greatly admire. I mean deeply admire, I mean look up to (and continue to look up to......and that's hard...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; 6'6). I reached out via email, hand written notes, phone calls, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;face books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;, pigeons with notes attached, smoke signals, airplane signs, and prophets directly speaking from God on their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;voice mails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;..i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;exaggerate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; never take time to hand write anything). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I've asked for very difficult things (like a quick note of advice via email, or how they got that God idea). I mean come on! We get it! Your busy, insanely popular, and God is using you in mountain moving ways. But when is too big...too big. When we don't have time for the "little" folk.  Coming out of bible college, I remember wanting to be the next RON LUCE, speaking in front of 100,000 young people a night. Now, "that" would be hell. I like manageable. Don't get me wrong I like big...big hair, big jeans, big crowds. What I don't like is big ego's, and I can't help but think that the big boys that are too busy to write a simple email saying "try this" haven't lost sight of the real. Jesus rode with 12, to reach billions. Get small to BE big is a theme that's been in my spirit for over a year now. Back to my thought (because I love these people so much, I REFUSE to call it an "Issue"...so it's more of a frustrating thought)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Here's a sample of my rant:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dear "said HERO"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I just wanted to write you a note first saying how much I admire you, and what God is doing in and through you to reach thousands for his kingdom. I've read all your books, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;listened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; to almost every podcast. YOU ARE A HERO TO ME IN THE FAITH. I won't take up too much of your time knowing how incredibly busy you must be. I am a young pastor, embarking on reaching an emerging generation.  I think clearly you are on the forefront of what you are doing on the west coast. I am from N.Y. and we have nothing like that here, but when I study the west coast, and compare it with what's going on (or not going on) here in N.Y. I think maybe God has brought me here to merge what you do here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm not asking for anything but maybe a simple sentence of direction! Some encouragement you may think to lead me in the right direction!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Again thank you so much for being such a influence in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Deeply appreciative,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Jimmy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Smuda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Now listen, this guy IS a hero. STILL to this day. If he came out with a book again tomorrow I'M BUYING. Because I'm not holding "him" on a pedestal. I recognize GOD is using him in mighty ways. I'm not holding unrealistic expectations. I'm not even faulting him for not a response. What I am saying is this. I did this with several people, and got not ONE response! I would have taken..."Jimmy, pray, fast, and seek God's face".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;When Jesus recognized the lady who touched his robe, it showed he wasn't TOO BIG to not recognize the small. When the widow brought 2 mites, and dropped them in....He wasn't too big to recognize her heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I rest on the fact that ALL of these people are still my hero's, and I will suck the influence right out of all of them, pray for them, and support them. However I've realized something (which is good for me) I don't want to be them! Give me a small group to take on a BIG WORLD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I find comfort in the words of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ghandi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you, then you win".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;tHe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;iDiOt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359800366817406586-6869167328249786726?l=belliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/feeds/6869167328249786726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359800366817406586&amp;postID=6869167328249786726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/6869167328249786726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/6869167328249786726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/2008/12/ignore-ant-vs-idiot.html' title='The IGNORE (ant) vs tHe iDiOt....'/><author><name>Our Multi-scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13793620078545333609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/TJkX_noxjnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I5W8IsbQgdQ/S220/PottedPlant.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SUp_bvi67bI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/G9a20UoMFi0/s72-c/ignore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359800366817406586.post-7295380274840170019</id><published>2008-12-18T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T07:58:11.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CP (PART 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SUpyMkIdPUI/AAAAAAAAAFI/5VQeqiFRNZA/s1600-h/Homeless-Streets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SUpyMkIdPUI/AAAAAAAAAFI/5VQeqiFRNZA/s400/Homeless-Streets.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281159073228471618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So it's almost a week later, and I've digested our little project. Or have just begun to. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Beginning&lt;/span&gt; last Friday night, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;endeavored&lt;/span&gt; upon the great city of NY as a homeless person. With nothing but the clothes on my back, and my i.d. and 2 other pastors, we set out to give a true testimony of what life was like living street life. We didn't know what to expect, or what we would encounter, but we were willing...and that is worth something. Friday came, my biggest fear was running into students who I serve (as the school that's the part of my church, and right next door to my house was on a field trip to the city). It was 3 pm, and we were on our way. No students around....test passed. At the train station, the pastors and I broke away from each other (which we had already incurred some resistance from the train workers in giving us really mind blowing information.......like the time. I guess the giant clock right behind them, wasn't....well working). We took some private time to pray, get alone, and ask God for divine connections and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;experiences&lt;/span&gt; with HIM. Just as we were ready to board, the train arriving opens, and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;plethora&lt;/span&gt; of my students walked off the train with nothing but a "gasp". One particular girl looked at me straight in the face and literally let out a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;whimper&lt;/span&gt;. I looked at her stunned, and did the only thing I thought someone who had a bright life ahead of them could do when taking the plunge into street life, and turning away from everything they love. I winked....and I walked away. Not acknowledging them whatsoever. As I walked into my train, they came running. They stood at the door of the train...my babies, my kids, everything I serve God for..just staring with blank, hurt faces....Then the doors closed, and the train departed. The symbolism God used in my head at that moment, that someone would walk away from everything they love, without a word was paralyzing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I don't know if I thought it would feel "that" real. I was numb the entire 40 minute ride to the city, only awakening from my emotional coma as we hit the streets of the city, and encountered the reactions of people. Or should I say the avoidance of my existence....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I realized very quickly this documentary was going to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; bigger to me then I ever dreamed......and surely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; more real....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(to be continued)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359800366817406586-7295380274840170019?l=belliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/feeds/7295380274840170019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359800366817406586&amp;postID=7295380274840170019' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/7295380274840170019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/7295380274840170019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/2008/12/cp-part-2.html' title='CP (PART 2)'/><author><name>Our Multi-scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13793620078545333609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/TJkX_noxjnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I5W8IsbQgdQ/S220/PottedPlant.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SUpyMkIdPUI/AAAAAAAAAFI/5VQeqiFRNZA/s72-c/Homeless-Streets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359800366817406586.post-1937598337094032181</id><published>2008-12-11T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:46:45.997-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emergent...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jimmy Smuda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cornelius Project'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MISSIONS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homeless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jared Berry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outreach'/><title type='text'>Birth of (CP) Cornelius Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SUHpp-pFF7I/AAAAAAAAAE4/3R20OZUCGoE/s1600-h/cornelius.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 389px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SUHpp-pFF7I/AAAAAAAAAE4/3R20OZUCGoE/s400/cornelius.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278757145654138802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Those who are very close to me, and know me very intimately, know that when I say my four famous words...you'll want to run....you'll want to hide.....but you'll be sucked in by the energy force called (INTRIGUE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my four famous words...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I....GOT......THIS.....IDEA........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(rewind...with a fast forward twist, and a side of current)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The next 48 hours are going to be hell, painful, aggravating, and frustrating. I'm going to be rocked to my core, and everything in me will want to run.....I will hate who I am, and others are. I will sense my worthlessness, and understand I've haven't done nearly as much as I could have..........and you know what? I'M GONNA LOVE EVERY MINUTE OF IT..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;About a month ago, I grabbed a very close friend of mine, and uttered these very same words. Jared Berry is slowly becoming one of my closest friends. We are "simpatico", very very kindred spirits, even though almost a decade difference in age. I'm really falling in love with the guy, and his heart to reach people, and still take chances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I approached him with this idea I really felt God laid on my heart. I've worked very closely with the homeless population since I began ministry 11 years ago. I ALSO have always wanted to do documentaries.....(you see where I'm going with this...) So I said "let's be homeless" Nothing long term (still love my family). But let's say 48 hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;How can we open the churches eyes to making a difference in those who literally have nothing....the answer....you have to get to the root, show facts, and open eyes. That's what we want to do. 2 guys, wanting to raise home missional awareness I mean what can we do for "THE LEAST OF THESE"....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And out of that CP (or Cornelius Project was born). Jared shared with me today as we took some sacred time for scripture sharing in Acts 10. When Peter was summoned to the centurion Cornelius (and yes my mind went straight to the "damn dirty ape" line from Planet of the Apes) digressiiiiing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cornelius was the first gentile convert of the new testament. He was the first that God gave Peter  to "cross the line", when God spoke and said "I SHOW NO PARTIALITY". That simple phrase has been ringing in my head all day. God shows no Partiality towards me...the "good looking" pastor with a family vs the homeless gentlemen who has nothing.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So our goal is to raise awareness on Hot topic/Taboo issues that Church's deal with. Were giving away whatever we produce, in the name of AWAKENING......For the next 48 hours I am not PASTOR JIMMY SMUDA. I am homeless, I am not a daddy, I am homeless, I am not a husband, I am homeless, My address for the next 48 hours is not the beautiful house I reside in valley stream, but NYC Manhattan, the streets my bed. I will eat whatever I find,  beg for spare change (***and give it away to those in true need, along with any donations given to us****)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;I am not a writter, preacher, friend or foe...I am not a mentor, councelor, brother or role model.....for the next 48 hours.....I am homeless........I am homeless....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;......and pray that I don't come back as "ThE  iDiOt"  I know right now sitting in front of my computer.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;more to come.........ThE iDiOt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359800366817406586-1937598337094032181?l=belliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/feeds/1937598337094032181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359800366817406586&amp;postID=1937598337094032181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/1937598337094032181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/1937598337094032181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/2008/12/birth-of-cp-cornelius-project.html' title='Birth of (CP) Cornelius Project'/><author><name>Our Multi-scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13793620078545333609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/TJkX_noxjnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I5W8IsbQgdQ/S220/PottedPlant.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SUHpp-pFF7I/AAAAAAAAAE4/3R20OZUCGoE/s72-c/cornelius.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359800366817406586.post-3692453466704517742</id><published>2008-12-04T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T13:51:59.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Win baby Win........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SThQia3botI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5BmuBkvUeQo/s1600-h/win_button.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 366px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SThQia3botI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5BmuBkvUeQo/s400/win_button.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276055515722130130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;startling&lt;/span&gt; revelation that I shared with a young lady last night after one of my teachings.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;She was sharing a brief synopsis on her life, and something she was struggling with. Already that day I had spoken at a local College group, Lead my leadership/discipleship team, did the main service teaching and was spent. I had not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; left to give out (and I had already been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; this beautiful young soul all day.) She gave me the cutest smile, and said "Pastor Jimmy, I really do want to be over this "thing". I said there's one simple way. WIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;During most of the day, I was sharing a chronological message on how in Mark, it states that Jesus was tempted by the devil, and HE WON. Right after that chronologically Jesus comes off the mountain, grabs a couple more disciples, then begins preaching/teaching in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;synagogues&lt;/span&gt;. Then comes the infamous SERMON ON THE MOUNT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;My point? If we can transform our minds, to realize that in THE MIDST of the temptation, struggle, valley (insert your christian struggle slogan here) that IF WE WIN, God wants to use us in  a big way IMMEDIATELY.  Jesus' ministry began "after" his biggest temptation....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So back to this beautiful young soul. I looked deeply in her eyes, and said, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when your winning, it doesn't matter how long the game is....... when your winning it doesn't matter how hard the struggle is.....YOUR WINNING......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's when your losing that struggle, valley, (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt;)...THAT'S when it seems to much to bear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;             Don't worry about ( again...fill in the blank to your current catastrophe) just focus on winning, and transform your mind to understand that IF you win, there's a good chance God will want to use you immediately.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tHe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;iDiOt&lt;/span&gt;.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359800366817406586-3692453466704517742?l=belliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/feeds/3692453466704517742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359800366817406586&amp;postID=3692453466704517742' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/3692453466704517742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/3692453466704517742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/2008/12/win-baby-win.html' title='Win baby Win........'/><author><name>Our Multi-scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13793620078545333609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/TJkX_noxjnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I5W8IsbQgdQ/S220/PottedPlant.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SThQia3botI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5BmuBkvUeQo/s72-c/win_button.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359800366817406586.post-6277365600673869022</id><published>2008-11-25T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T13:39:28.844-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loyalty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wrestle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paris Hilton'/><title type='text'>LOYALTY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SSwgcfUxw_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/8D-v1l2ZvYM/s1600-h/loyalty_rewards_dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SSwgcfUxw_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/8D-v1l2ZvYM/s400/loyalty_rewards_dog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272624937561080818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I believe in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOYALTY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;I live loyalty. I breathe loyalty, I eat it....with a spoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;One of the biggest wrestling matches I've ever had with God was when I realized that I would not stay in one church (the church I came to know Christ in) for 80 years. I left bible college wanting to be at one church, forever. Now several church's later, there is still a nasty taste in my mouth due to this fact.  Recently I took a group on a retreat, and had a conversation about "getting old". People at my current church LOVE to remind me how Old I'm getting. I don't mind. I'm 32. In perspective, in 9 more months I'll have outlived my birth mother, who I always regarded as dying too young. So I'm not hung up on getting old. The conversation went on, and I began sharing how moving so much, deprived me of one of my childhood dreams. Being old, arguing on the front porch with life long friends on who was the greatest quarterback Marino or Montana?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;Crabby old men together, discussing how "back in our day we had "pure" role models like PARIS HILTON...Not like these stars today!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;Needless to say, moving has taken a toll on long distance relationships in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt; Through this conversation, I shared my heart on this, and one of my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt; leaders said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;"then you gotta stay in one place for a while". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh how I wish I could open my chest and show all my heart on this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:arial;"&gt;THAT WAS MY DREAM. TO LIVE, BREATH EAT AND DIE IN ONE PLACE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:arial;"&gt;Proverbs 2:6 (the message) says this: "God gives out WISDOM free, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:arial;"&gt;is plainspoken in knowledge and understanding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:arial;"&gt;He's a rich mine of common sense for those who live well, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:arial;"&gt;a personal bodyguard to the canddid and sincere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:arial;"&gt;HE KEEPS HIS EYE ON ALL WOH LIVE HONESTLY, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:arial;"&gt;AND P&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AYS SPECIAL ATTENTION TO HIS LOYALLY COMMITTED ONES&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I love loyalty so much that I have an issue with myself on this one. However I also know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:arial;"&gt;when God has spoken to move on. I think of when God called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOSES&lt;/span&gt; to move from the palace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:arial;"&gt;to redeem HIS people. I'm sure the palace was nice, and I know Moses had big plans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:arial;"&gt;In todays world there is a lack of loyalty, and no place more than the church. Generations upcoming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:arial;"&gt;are bouncing to find the "right fit". Leaving at a moments notice. Or they are even doing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:arial;"&gt;"double duty" attending several churchs at once. I am not opposed to either, nor judge anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:arial;"&gt;who does such. I simply wonder how healthy that is for the spirit? Though I know God has &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:arial;"&gt;ordained and called each one of mine and Gloria's moves, it is all at a cost. Though we call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:arial;"&gt;ourselves "nomads" at times, more appropriately we've been missionairies to a post-christian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:arial;"&gt;nation. That is not something we ever envisioned, but have obidiently embraced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;At the expense of losing a dream (1 place...forever) God has sent us many places to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:arial;"&gt;teach, dialogue, and encourage loyalty. I just pray when I'm old....the old guys will be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:arial;"&gt;to argue....and defend the integrity of Paris.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:arial;"&gt;tHe iDiOt......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359800366817406586-6277365600673869022?l=belliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/feeds/6277365600673869022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359800366817406586&amp;postID=6277365600673869022' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/6277365600673869022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/6277365600673869022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/2008/11/loyalty.html' title='LOYALTY'/><author><name>Our Multi-scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13793620078545333609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/TJkX_noxjnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I5W8IsbQgdQ/S220/PottedPlant.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SSwgcfUxw_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/8D-v1l2ZvYM/s72-c/loyalty_rewards_dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359800366817406586.post-5172554579050489805</id><published>2008-11-20T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T14:00:29.225-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><title type='text'>Nebraska...what are you doing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SSXd5hzjNmI/AAAAAAAAAEY/IDi2qMB05RM/s1600-h/nebraskalaws_081119_mn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SSXd5hzjNmI/AAAAAAAAAEY/IDi2qMB05RM/s400/nebraskalaws_081119_mn.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270862919303902818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;EpHeSiAnS 5:1 (WAKE UP FRM YOUR SLEEP) Watch what God does, and then you do it, like children who learn proper behavior from their parents. Mostly what God does is love you. Keep company with him and learn a life of love. Observe how Christ loved us. His love was not cautious but extravagant. He didn't love in order to get something from us but to give everything of himself to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;LOVE LIKE THAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;....(MESSAGE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Nebraska. Know mainly for CORN and Corn husker football. Now this state has allowed parents to "dump" their children off at any hospital when they have "had enough". As despicable as this is, the thoughts of what these poor children have already learned from their parents. What will the next generation of parenting look like. As I sit here my youngest daughter is watching blues clues, laughing mercilessly. There's nothing in me that could ever imagine "having enough". No matter what she does or does not do. I love where this scripture says "his love was not cautious". Cautious loving is not loving at all. It's simply tolerating. It's placating. We need parents who will grow and love their children extravagantly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;tHe iDiOt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359800366817406586-5172554579050489805?l=belliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/feeds/5172554579050489805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359800366817406586&amp;postID=5172554579050489805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/5172554579050489805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/5172554579050489805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/2008/11/nebraskawhat-are-you-doing.html' title='Nebraska...what are you doing?'/><author><name>Our Multi-scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13793620078545333609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/TJkX_noxjnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I5W8IsbQgdQ/S220/PottedPlant.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SSXd5hzjNmI/AAAAAAAAAEY/IDi2qMB05RM/s72-c/nebraskalaws_081119_mn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359800366817406586.post-7537517854847390210</id><published>2008-11-14T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T09:27:24.895-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='STARBUCKS CHURCH'/><title type='text'>STARBUCKS CHURCH</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D7_dZTrjw9I&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D7_dZTrjw9I&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359800366817406586-7537517854847390210?l=belliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/feeds/7537517854847390210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359800366817406586&amp;postID=7537517854847390210' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/7537517854847390210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/7537517854847390210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/2008/11/starbucks-church.html' title='STARBUCKS CHURCH'/><author><name>Our Multi-scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13793620078545333609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/TJkX_noxjnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I5W8IsbQgdQ/S220/PottedPlant.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359800366817406586.post-7196585457955216186</id><published>2008-11-10T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T20:20:03.761-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John 16:21'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gloria Smuda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnant man'/><title type='text'>ThE "PREGNANT" man?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SRkD1IvhpfI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rELlKp-1Kqc/s1600-h/pregnant+man+THOMAS+BEATIE+oprah+winfrey+show+picture%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 293px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SRkD1IvhpfI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rELlKp-1Kqc/s400/pregnant+man+THOMAS+BEATIE+oprah+winfrey+show+picture%5B4%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267245450601276914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;                             So the goal of mine is to "someday" have "someone" comment on "something" on my blog. I ramble (as per the sub title) I'm an idiot (as per basic evidence) . So I'm going on a limb with this posting. I "may" be just controversial enough to get some kind of comment. Maybe not, but here's my cheap attempt at fame and world  recognition (or just a head nod from someone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;So it's painful to watch my wife in anguish during our prego time. Were six months (and I produce BIG FRUIT) so my poor wife has the burden to bear this COLLOSALL child for another 3 months, and my heart just aches to watch (and ears to hear....ehem ehem..) So i let my ridiculous mind wander. What would it be like for "dudes" to give birth. I mean I know we have a higher threshold for pain (ok some of us do). We think a bit more clearly, and of course way more reasonably. So i begin to think this would be a non-issue. Dudes having babies would be cool. I'm a sentementalist too. I tell my wife, if "I" was pregnant, i'd be singing to the baby more, telling it stories in my belly, and the child would have already learned Latin in it's original context.....but that's just me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Then I ran across this scripture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;John 16:21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"A woman giving birth to a child has pain because her time has come; but when her baby is born she forgets the anguish because of her joy that a child is born into the world".&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; Now THAT'S where guys suck, and we blow our chance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;                                                     My wife will forget about all the pain &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Josiah James Smuda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is putting her through &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.1 seconds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; after that beautiful little boy appears on the scene (trust me, my girls were collosal as well, and that didn't stop my wife). &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;FASCINATING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; My wife has never once talked negatively of any pregnancy after each of my girls were born. It's an ability to forget (or forgive) the pain....Such a focus on joy....and Love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;            I've delivered during my career many visions, that (at least I think) feel like giving birth. The sweat, tears, "blood", emotions, etc. But during those times, and even now I have a tendancy to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REMIND EVERYONE WHO WOULD EVER LISTEN &lt;/span&gt;of the anguish, pain, and suffering I had to go through to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RECEIVE THAT JOY...WHY?&lt;/span&gt; because I'm a great pastor and that's what we do......We remind EVERYONE what WE went through, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL THE TIME&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(they teach us that in seminary, right after learning how to  give guilt to people who miss a sunday....but before we learn the "capitol gains campaign" lessons..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;Needless to say, after reading that scripture, I'm blessed to have found more reasons to call my wife&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;MY HERO&lt;/span&gt; and reaffirm how unworthy I am of her love.....&lt;/span&gt; She has the ability to see JOY coming...She has the wisdom to know all this pain is going to be worth it, she has the discipline to forget the pain....and she has a husband who's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;idiotic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; enough to think he's half the person she is.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;quote the IdiOt....nevermore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359800366817406586-7196585457955216186?l=belliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/feeds/7196585457955216186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359800366817406586&amp;postID=7196585457955216186' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/7196585457955216186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/7196585457955216186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/2008/11/pregnant-man.html' title='ThE &quot;PREGNANT&quot; man?????'/><author><name>Our Multi-scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13793620078545333609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/TJkX_noxjnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I5W8IsbQgdQ/S220/PottedPlant.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SRkD1IvhpfI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rELlKp-1Kqc/s72-c/pregnant+man+THOMAS+BEATIE+oprah+winfrey+show+picture%5B4%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359800366817406586.post-561886974412333635</id><published>2008-11-06T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T08:07:50.889-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PRESIDENT OBAMA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Government'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pray'/><title type='text'>OUR FINEST HOUR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SRMWSneR_3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/R2KtDcuj4RI/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 98px; height: 132px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SRMWSneR_3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/R2KtDcuj4RI/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265576898415689586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History was mad 2 nights ago. America voted for it's first african american president. Though many fundamental's are in an uproar and furious. I have to admit there's a tinge of excitement in my heart. NOT because I voted Pres-elect Obama, or even agree with half of his policies. But for the fact of the matter that this is the church's finest hour. With the moral neglect agenda future President Obama has in store, Christians all around this great country have the opportunity to finally live out the bible.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Romans 13:1-7 says this: EVERYONE must submit himself to the governing authorities, for therei s no authority except that which GOD has established. The authorities that exist have been established by GOD. Consequently he who rebels against authority is rebelling against what God has institutied". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;1st Timothy 2 says " I urge, then, first of all, that requests, prayers and intercession and thanksgiving be made for everyone. For kings and all those in authority, that we may live peaceful and quiet lives in all godliness and holiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;I had 15 text messages on Tuesday night all proclaiming that "WE NOW NEED TO PRAY MORE THAN EVER". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;I responded to each saying "SHOULDN'T WE HAVE ALREADY BEEN PRAYING"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;                                    Christians calm down, and stop insulting God as if he has no clue what he is doing. Were primed as a church for "OUR FINEST HOUR" when we can pray for a president we don't fully agree with, or hold the same values. We can finally show that we will stand behind scripture that tells us to focus on PRAYER for our leaders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Going ballistic and showing rage get's us nowhere. Our job now is to pray. Pray whole heartedly that God will bring leaders around President Obama, that will encourage, strengthen and show him the heart of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;Wanna do something funny to a christian. When they start ranting and raving about how bad things will be, and ask who you voted for? Make a crazy face and tell them you totally forgot to vote! They're reaction is priceless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359800366817406586-561886974412333635?l=belliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/feeds/561886974412333635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359800366817406586&amp;postID=561886974412333635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/561886974412333635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/561886974412333635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-finest-hour.html' title='OUR FINEST HOUR'/><author><name>Our Multi-scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13793620078545333609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/TJkX_noxjnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I5W8IsbQgdQ/S220/PottedPlant.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SRMWSneR_3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/R2KtDcuj4RI/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359800366817406586.post-2301079163177789889</id><published>2008-10-31T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T08:27:22.783-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Growth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual growth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>HoW's YoUr 30?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SQsiAfVU1pI/AAAAAAAAADM/zcGiPA5BHtc/s1600-h/images-1.jpeg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 87px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SQsiAfVU1pI/AAAAAAAAADM/zcGiPA5BHtc/s400/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263337981318846098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;T&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;here are times in your life when you really feel like your onto something, like you've really grabbed the heart of God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"30" is one of those things in my life currently that I feel God can take use as a catalyst for my leadership. Here's where it was born. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;A couple weeks ago, I began pondering what 2009 would look like. How can I get young people to grow consistantly and continually? I realized this. In about 2 and a half months peole will begin pondering in their minds the things they will do in 2009. Some will call them goals, some will deem them new years resolutions. Thin in 3 and 1/2 months (and 10 pounds added onO from now, everyone will have forgotten those "deemed' goals and life will continue, roll on , nad move forward. This produces an endless cycle of inconsistency in our lives, and gives us no strong bar for growth. One night during a quiet time, and in the name of measuring spiritual growth, I had this idea (or vision you could say). What if we were able to get people to continually evaluate thei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;r spiritual growth "DURING" THE GROWING PROCESS? (Think looking at yourself in the mirror as a child and "phisically" watching yourself grow). What if we were able to set goals, make commitments to God (LARGE and small) and measure our positive motion (movements towards God) throughout a 30 dayperiod. Roughly 12 times a year, stand up against a wall and mark off our "growth". I presented this to my "Remnant" (leadership Institute) and quickly the phrase "HoW's yOuR 30? (think New York accent "how you doin? but cooler) was born out of their spiritual creativity. What we came together to plan is a 1 year worth of "30's". Every 30 days for the next year we are going to challenge a group of about 150 students to evaluate, re-evaluate, and re-evaluate again their lives all in the name of finding who they are in Christ. The goal will be to be able to have a continual bar as which to gauge themselves by:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Eph 3:17-20 says this: So that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge- that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The word dwell comes from the Hebrew word "MISHKAN" which means "to live in". My hopes and prayers are that if we challenge people (especially this generation) to pull out the spiritual measuring tape every 30 days. To truly be honest with themselves and ask "HAVE I GROWN? or am I stunted spiritually?" If were able to monitor growth DURING growth itself, imagine how REAL God becomes to us! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Make this covenant with God. Share your thoughts and your growth. You can check out what some of the youth are committing to  at &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=26639725265&amp;amp;ref=share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359800366817406586-2301079163177789889?l=belliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/feeds/2301079163177789889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359800366817406586&amp;postID=2301079163177789889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/2301079163177789889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/2301079163177789889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/2008/10/hows-your-30.html' title='HoW&apos;s YoUr 30?'/><author><name>Our Multi-scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13793620078545333609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/TJkX_noxjnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I5W8IsbQgdQ/S220/PottedPlant.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SQsiAfVU1pI/AAAAAAAAADM/zcGiPA5BHtc/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359800366817406586.post-4959671838874112092</id><published>2008-10-31T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T07:28:13.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the Influence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SQsVqnijmQI/AAAAAAAAADE/ro4HXz4EAVI/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 117px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SQsVqnijmQI/AAAAAAAAADE/ro4HXz4EAVI/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263324411425167618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Moments ago I was sitting in my office, doing what I do on a continual weekly basis. On Friday I have a little ritual to break down my week and I ask myself an honest tough question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How much have of an influence have I been this week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now some weeks it's a very fun question. Other weeks I want to open up the earth and just crawl in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I like to think of myself as a leader who daily wants to be "UNDER THE INFLUENCE". When we think of these words, ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt; we tend to think negatively. Mel, Brittany, Nick (btw one of my favorite photo's ever) may jump out into our mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;But what about JESUS? We know when Christ came, he was severly under the influence. The disciples? obvious (and I won't continue on and on with cheesy christian analogies...you get the point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;    So @ i'm sitting in my office a dad walks in (and this always puts fear in my heart at first). Rob is a great guy. MAJOR ENCOURAGER. He and his wife have pulled me through some tense "moments" by simple e mails, or cards, or just simple smiles and "atta boys". Rob also heads up our mens ministry. As he walked briskly into my office he says to me words that shake me to my core.  He says this. "You know what your doing is influencing the whole church". See Rob is the head of our men's ministry. He's taken our mentorship strategy we've implemented in our "REMNANT" student leadership team, and began adapting it to the men's ministry. He then speaks of our "HOW'S YOUR 30?" covenant program, and how he's intrigued by it for the men. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Rob blessed me this morning in so many ways. As he was walking out of my office he slyly said "Your making my job easy". When Rob left my office, I knew my "weekly tough question" had been answered.   I was under the influence.....and being an influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;John Wesley said this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;DO ALL THE GOOD YOU CAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;BY ALL THE MEANS YOU CAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;IN ALL THE WAYS YOU CAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;IN ALL THE PLACES YOU CAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;TO ALL THE PEOPLE YOU CAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;ALL THE TIMES YOU CAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359800366817406586-4959671838874112092?l=belliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/feeds/4959671838874112092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359800366817406586&amp;postID=4959671838874112092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/4959671838874112092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/4959671838874112092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/2008/10/under-influence.html' title='Under the Influence'/><author><name>Our Multi-scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13793620078545333609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/TJkX_noxjnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I5W8IsbQgdQ/S220/PottedPlant.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SQsVqnijmQI/AAAAAAAAADE/ro4HXz4EAVI/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359800366817406586.post-3620486513405383041</id><published>2008-10-21T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T19:24:17.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner Theater.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SP6OkZzHxyI/AAAAAAAAACo/cDZ4C4ilDuI/s1600-h/images-2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SP6OkZzHxyI/AAAAAAAAACo/cDZ4C4ilDuI/s400/images-2.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259798170867058466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Watching my kids eat is like going to a movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You shriek,jump in your seat, ask people to stop talking and put away your cell phones, stop kicking the chairs.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SOMETIMES at the end your either glad it's over, or wishing it never begun. Then other days it's absolutely magical...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Needless to say it's an adventure. We start off every meal with a quick "favorite moment of the day". Today, Bella my oldest daughter , really felt a need to be detailed. I love this! I get every second of every moment of her day. From I talked to Ryan, to I forgot to wash my hands. These moments i desperately try to burn into my brain. I also love this because it "provokes" Ari to out duel her. So from Ari I get everything from I played with Polly pockets...to  I like scary things (which she knows we hate). When these stories occur I find myself in incredible trance....hanging on every word they feed to me. Most of these times, I find myself gazing at them saying to myself "WHO ARE YOU?" just yesterday you were in diapers, and barely walking. So tonight it just popped out. In the middle of Bella's novel she was sharing (which BTW, if you think the lunch lady is playing around???? she AIN'T).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I had to interrupt, and as opposed to ask, I more likely "accused" her of being someone she wasn't. I said "WHO ARE YOU?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Here is when Bella knows I'm in a daddy trance. She gives me this sheepish look across the table and hums a simple HMMMMM. Then I always live for the dramatic! So I stare directly into her big chocolate chip eyes and say very slowly. WHO....ARE.......YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Bella looks at me, and with the sweetest voice that would rival the angels...says........"I'M YOU!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yeah......Yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Scripture says "Be Holy, as I am Holy"....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That someday God would look upon us. Look deeply into our beautiful eyes and lovingly ask...WHO....ARE.....YOU???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359800366817406586-3620486513405383041?l=belliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/feeds/3620486513405383041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359800366817406586&amp;postID=3620486513405383041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/3620486513405383041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/3620486513405383041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/2008/10/dinner-theater.html' title='Dinner Theater.'/><author><name>Our Multi-scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13793620078545333609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/TJkX_noxjnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I5W8IsbQgdQ/S220/PottedPlant.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SP6OkZzHxyI/AAAAAAAAACo/cDZ4C4ilDuI/s72-c/images-2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359800366817406586.post-8722099610177202271</id><published>2008-10-07T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T09:21:22.932-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leadership'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ministry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Legalism'/><title type='text'>The Gospel according to Legalism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SOuMJYmno4I/AAAAAAAAACY/zuWpdZFf0GI/s1600-h/1465_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SOuMJYmno4I/AAAAAAAAACY/zuWpdZFf0GI/s400/1465_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254447483108959106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;During my prayer time this morning I've been battling in my spirit on what is legalistic in my soul, and what I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;over justifying&lt;/span&gt;. I know many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Christians&lt;/span&gt; who think they have the corner market on this subject. They're opinion is the end all tell all to the "LAW".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I however am honest in the fact that I struggle with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Paul's&lt;/span&gt; words of "ALL THINGS TO ALL PEOPLE"  vs  Jesus' words of  "IF YOU CAUSE ONE OF THESE LITTLE ONES TO STUMBLE".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I battle the my convictions VS God's law and heart to his people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It can all be so confusing. However THIS  I KNOW. I choose to do things with a Godly heart, and Godly intentions. There are so many things I will screw up on, and really pray God always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sees&lt;/span&gt; the intentions of my heart,not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;necessarily&lt;/span&gt; my "works". My works will always fall short, but my heart? May it never fall short. May I not be Legalistic in my thinking. May I not lead out of my own convictions.  May I always balance LAW with effectiveness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Here's the best article I found. Sweet article by C.J. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;MAHANEY&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I pray it ministers to your hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;http://www.boundless.org/2005/articles/a0001465.cfm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359800366817406586-8722099610177202271?l=belliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/feeds/8722099610177202271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359800366817406586&amp;postID=8722099610177202271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/8722099610177202271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/8722099610177202271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/2008/10/gospel-according-to-legalism.html' title='The Gospel according to Legalism'/><author><name>Our Multi-scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13793620078545333609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/TJkX_noxjnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I5W8IsbQgdQ/S220/PottedPlant.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SOuMJYmno4I/AAAAAAAAACY/zuWpdZFf0GI/s72-c/1465_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359800366817406586.post-5935557697841142326</id><published>2008-09-07T17:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T17:41:10.599-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idiots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lou Engle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john the baptist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baptism'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SMR0ofPDYlI/AAAAAAAAABw/BAWCbBJzjz0/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SMR0ofPDYlI/AAAAAAAAABw/BAWCbBJzjz0/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243444105094324818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine this fiery toothed maniac looking guy.&lt;div&gt;I imagine him being somewhat toothless from living in the dessert for years eating God knows what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I imagine Him being horse (like a Lou Engle) kind of horse voiced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I imagine people coming at first to mock and poke fun at this insane looking individual. Then being captivated by passion at it's purest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think of the fact that this person was SO passionate about what he did and why he did it, we don't know his last name (of course  we really don't know of any old or new testament  authors or patriarchs last names). But JOHN was the one of the few which his last name became the thing he loved the most.  Him and Jesus (THE CHRIST). (you could argue ELIJAH the prophet...but he was so much more wasn't he?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So it's like me. Imagine if people didn't call me Jimmy Smuda. They called me Jimmy the youth pastor. Or Jimmy THE MINISTER, or Jimmy the Christian. (my personal favorite would be JIMMY THE DADDY...that or Jimmy the Daddy loving minister his most Holiness anointed one. That would do, be be really tough when filling out taxes). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Today, I was honored to baptize 18 people in my church. What an awesome privilege. I'm not like most people (or pastors for that matter) I don't look for big conferences to speak at (been there. done that). I don't need a overload of platform time (again..done it..had enough of it). I find the utmost pleasure in continuing the things the hero's of the faith had done in their time. What an honor to baptize others into a deeper walk with God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I pray there's a time that God gives me a ministry, with people in mind, that would define me in the people's eyes. I look up and smile at the name of my blog....the idiot...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JIMMY THE IDIOT........fits well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359800366817406586-5935557697841142326?l=belliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/feeds/5935557697841142326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359800366817406586&amp;postID=5935557697841142326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/5935557697841142326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/5935557697841142326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-imagine-this-fiery-toothed-maniac.html' title=''/><author><name>Our Multi-scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13793620078545333609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/TJkX_noxjnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I5W8IsbQgdQ/S220/PottedPlant.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SMR0ofPDYlI/AAAAAAAAABw/BAWCbBJzjz0/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359800366817406586.post-6531400969020941078</id><published>2008-09-02T18:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T18:45:23.702-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mentors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Proud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leadership'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ministers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mentee'/><title type='text'>SEEKING OUT PROUD MOMENTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SL3r56PrhlI/AAAAAAAAABo/zc75HoQloMY/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SL3r56PrhlI/AAAAAAAAABo/zc75HoQloMY/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241604921449219666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The last few days have been many "proud" moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This past Sunday I taught with a student of mine in front of the church, I currently serve at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What an honor. 1st to be given the privilege to speak to such a diverse, multi-ethnic crowd. But also to share a stage with an men tee of mine. I've only known Mark for about 6 months, but our souls have collided in a beautiful effort to further the kingdom. I sat there  very proudly on Sunday as I glanced with a watchful eye, almost seeing God pour his blessings upon this young man. It felt as if I was watching a boy transform into a man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I also have another proud moment. This one a bit more to the center of the heart. My oldest daughter Bella starts 1st grade tomorrow. Nothing in me wants to allow her to grow up. I dread every day that takes "too  much" time away from her. It makes me sick when I lose focus on what's important to me. There is nothing more important then Family, and the people who can become family. NOTHING. PERIOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We have to look for the opportunities where we can bask in joy for others, while seeing the move on in their life. Though sometimes it's really hard for us to watch others succeed and move on. It's important our lives remain selfless and focused on others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Otherwise we are self absorbed, over bloated, egotistical maniacs....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;or what others may call...Ministers (I'm a minister..i just took a shot at myself and no one else)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tHe iDiOt....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359800366817406586-6531400969020941078?l=belliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/feeds/6531400969020941078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359800366817406586&amp;postID=6531400969020941078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/6531400969020941078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/6531400969020941078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/2008/09/1st-day-of-school.html' title='SEEKING OUT PROUD MOMENTS'/><author><name>Our Multi-scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13793620078545333609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/TJkX_noxjnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I5W8IsbQgdQ/S220/PottedPlant.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SL3r56PrhlI/AAAAAAAAABo/zc75HoQloMY/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359800366817406586.post-6762941536042005056</id><published>2008-08-25T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T09:27:29.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SLLcuKHqGBI/AAAAAAAAABg/Xcrx3j1EN8I/s1600-h/Christ.121050_std.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SLLcuKHqGBI/AAAAAAAAABg/Xcrx3j1EN8I/s400/Christ.121050_std.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238492002133874706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craig &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Groschel&lt;/span&gt; one of America's leading innovative pastors came up with a really "practical" top 10 list of THINGS TO DO WHEN NO ONE IS SAVED. Craig has always been a favorite of mine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wheather&lt;/span&gt; I always agree with him or not, due to his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;practicallity&lt;/span&gt; and most importantly his transparency of being a pastor, a dad, and a genuine man of God. In His ministry his desire is to give it all away to further the kingdom of God (i.e. he allows ministries to use ALL of his sermons, handouts, print outs, video clips...FOR FREE...You don't see that kind of kingdom mindedness much).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. DON'T BLAME YOURSELF&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. DON'T GET DISCOURAGED AND STOP PREACHING CHRIST&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. ENCOURAGE YOUR CHURCH TO INVITE PEOPLE NEXT WEEK WHO DON'T KNOW CHRIST&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. PRAY WITH YOUR CHURCH FOR PEOPLE TO MEET CHRIST&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. PRAY DURING THE WEEK FOR GOD TO REVEAL HIMSELF TO SOMEONE NEXT WEEKEND&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. PRAY FOR THE OPPORTUNITY TO SHARE THE GOSPEL DURING THE WEEK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. PRAY FOR THE OPPORTUNITY TO "SHOW" THE GOSPEL DURING THE NEXT WEEK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. TALK TO YOUR CHURCH ABOUT PEOPLE IN THE LAST SERVICE WHO DID MEET CHRIST.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. EXPRESS THAT YOU KNOW SOME ARE CONSIDERING THE DECISION. ENCOURAGE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;THENM&lt;/span&gt; NOT TO PIT IT OFF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. STAND UP AND BOLDLY INVITE PEOPLE TO MEET CHRIST NEXT TIME YOU SHARE HIS LOVE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359800366817406586-6762941536042005056?l=belliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/feeds/6762941536042005056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359800366817406586&amp;postID=6762941536042005056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/6762941536042005056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/6762941536042005056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/2008/08/craig-groschel-one-of-americas-leading.html' title=''/><author><name>Our Multi-scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13793620078545333609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/TJkX_noxjnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I5W8IsbQgdQ/S220/PottedPlant.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SLLcuKHqGBI/AAAAAAAAABg/Xcrx3j1EN8I/s72-c/Christ.121050_std.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359800366817406586.post-8877704596094421650</id><published>2008-08-04T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T16:41:38.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAVE IT YOUR WAY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SJfPw84nNMI/AAAAAAAAABY/bpZYLOarnvM/s1600-h/burger-king.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SJfPw84nNMI/AAAAAAAAABY/bpZYLOarnvM/s400/burger-king.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230877932098368706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GALATIONS 5:19 SAYS (THE MESSAGE)&lt;div&gt;"It is obvious what kind of life develops out of trying to get your own way all the time: repetitive, loveless, cheap sex; a stinking accumulation of mental and emotional garbage; frenzied and joyless g rabs for happiness; trinket gods; magig show religion; paranoid  loneliness; cutthroat competition; all consuming yet never satisfied wants; a brutal temper; an impotence of love or be loved; divided homes and divided lives small minded and lopsided pursuits; the vicious habit of depersonalizing everyone into a rival; uncontrolled and uncontrollable addictions; ugly parodies of community. I could go on. This isn't the first time I have warned you, If you use your freedom this way, you will not inherit Gods' kingdom".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Christianity is a funny thing to the CHRIST FOLLOWER. Christianity, at times is a product that can be formed to our current pleasures. (I.E. I LIKE THIS MOVIE...HENCE I CAN COMPLETELY JUSTIFY SPENDING 190 DOLLARS TO GO SEE IT...I MEAN IT'S JUST A MOVIE). The Christ follower sees the implications that movie has. Christianity at times frustrates the Christ follower. Though yes, one in the same. They have different mind sets. The Christ follower is avid on relentless pursuit of HIS precepts. The Christian struggles with how to "define" his/her Christianity.  The Christ follower, desires to die to himself continually, being the shadow of Christ. Sometimes Christians want it Their way. This leads to a life confusing, complacent, and shallow. What's the difference?  What are the distinct differences between Christianity and the Christ Follower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SURRENDER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love to hear on this one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359800366817406586-8877704596094421650?l=belliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/feeds/8877704596094421650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359800366817406586&amp;postID=8877704596094421650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/8877704596094421650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/8877704596094421650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/2008/08/have-it-your-way.html' title='HAVE IT YOUR WAY.'/><author><name>Our Multi-scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13793620078545333609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/TJkX_noxjnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I5W8IsbQgdQ/S220/PottedPlant.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SJfPw84nNMI/AAAAAAAAABY/bpZYLOarnvM/s72-c/burger-king.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359800366817406586.post-9059403230838495945</id><published>2008-08-03T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T16:41:40.164-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leadership'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MISSIONS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MISSIONAIRIES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Missions Minded</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SJZlEBogbKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/UT78htyiKJE/s1600-h/missions_flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SJZlEBogbKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/UT78htyiKJE/s320/missions_flag.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230479137069624482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missionaries are funny. People who go on missions  trips are even funnier. Now I'm speaking from a point of NEVER going on a missions trip (ill explain why in a bit).  But when someone comes back from a missions trip, it's ALL they can talk about. I mean in their mind we have missed out on the greatest opportunity God ever gave to any man, woman, child, or martian.  We must have missed God by like 4 states by not going on this missions trip. If were involved in another ministry....HOW DARE WE. Consequently one young woman this morning chastised the congregation. She made everyone stand up who had NOT gone on a missions trip, then exclaimed WHAT A SHAME....and continued to tell us how embarassed we should be for not going. (Funny note: This prompted a gentlemen next to me who also stood up to say: "But I supported over half that team...NOW WHAT?" I chuckled. A young lady who happens to help on my leadership team, and is in my college ministry, and is the pastors daughter. Shared her 3 week expierience with passion and conviction. In between both services I told her "BE THE FIRST". She looked at me quizzically. I said be the first to drag us to where God brought you to....Not allowing us to drag you back to "normality". &lt;div&gt;     See for 11 years, I've heard of every missions trip is the most amazing. Only to watch every soul become the same shell they supposedly left here. It's like when they were unpacking from their missions trip, they went right ahead and unpacked that lazy, ego driven, complacient, critical christian they originally took with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;See the first young lady (the WHAT A SHAME lady) said about a 5 things completely offiensive to me. And you know what? I LIKED IT!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;        Seriously, I loved it. I was totally offended, and loved every second of it. You know why? I was in the prescence of passion. I was in the prescense of a EXPIERIENCE WITH GOD....The pastors daughter spoke on DREAMING BIG, in one of her points. I was hit with DREAM OBNOXIOUS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DREAM OBNOXIOUS.....Think about that. Obnoxious people have absolutely no worry about who they are offending, where or what. They are obnoxious, and don't care WHO cares about it! A couple of these missionairies were seriously obnoxious, and offensive. And I loved every minute of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;James 1:5 says (the message)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ask Boldly. believing without a 2nd though. People who "worry about their prayers" are like wind-whipped waves. Don't think you're going to get anything from the mast that way, adrift at sea, keeping your options open&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's to OBNOXIOUSNESS.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(to be continued....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359800366817406586-9059403230838495945?l=belliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/feeds/9059403230838495945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359800366817406586&amp;postID=9059403230838495945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/9059403230838495945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/9059403230838495945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/2008/08/missions-minded.html' title='Missions Minded'/><author><name>Our Multi-scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13793620078545333609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/TJkX_noxjnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I5W8IsbQgdQ/S220/PottedPlant.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SJZlEBogbKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/UT78htyiKJE/s72-c/missions_flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359800366817406586.post-4066777033371727979</id><published>2008-07-29T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T16:41:39.325-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DREAMS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pastors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JOB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ENCOURAGEMENT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ASPIRATIONS'/><title type='text'>MISSED IT....BY "THAT" MUCH!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SI8nUkXjA2I/AAAAAAAAABI/iE2bPiwy3Nc/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SI8nUkXjA2I/AAAAAAAAABI/iE2bPiwy3Nc/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228440926713742178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Ever feel like your always 1 or 2 steps behind the next big idea. Last year a group of students and I begin feeding homeless communities in Lakeland Fla (before the city kicked them out). 6 months later REVIVAL HITS. For the last 10 months God's been putting a discontent in my heart how the church "Markets JESUS". Donald Miller writes a book called what? MARKETING JESUS! I swear in my line of work, there are always books being written, or philosophy's being implemented that "just" get done ahead of mine. As aggrevatting as that is, it's also comforting to know your in the right "ballpark", to where God is leading your life. This isn't that comforting though at the time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     You understand JOB (the bible guy..not the career) when he says "HE deprives the leaders of the earth of their reason' he sends them wandering through a trackless waste". &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we must realize that as long as were in the same ocean, the waves of God's majestic visions will open in front of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We must be patient. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Psalms 143 says "Teach me to do your will, for you are my God; may your good Spirit lead me on level ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     May we always be hungry to do. And patient to listen, wait, and BE STILL~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-ThE iDiOt-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359800366817406586-4066777033371727979?l=belliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/feeds/4066777033371727979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359800366817406586&amp;postID=4066777033371727979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/4066777033371727979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/4066777033371727979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/2008/07/missed-itby-that-much.html' title='MISSED IT....BY &quot;THAT&quot; MUCH!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Our Multi-scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13793620078545333609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/TJkX_noxjnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I5W8IsbQgdQ/S220/PottedPlant.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SI8nUkXjA2I/AAAAAAAAABI/iE2bPiwy3Nc/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359800366817406586.post-3647107567662047593</id><published>2008-07-21T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T16:41:40.892-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Young adults'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pastors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church Christians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SERVANTHOOD'/><title type='text'>RE-SERVING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SIVTORZpzqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/u95FbeIG_6Q/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SIVTORZpzqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/u95FbeIG_6Q/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225674447287602850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SIVLdKQnxNI/AAAAAAAAAAw/jZVQYCKrIqc/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Serving is easily accomplished when we are fully motivated. It's always so refreshing to see when someone has gone on a missions trip, to a camp, or conference and been energized to come back and serve with a open heart and a willing spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But it's sad to see that fire go. To watch the flame evaporate into thin air. What had the potential to burn bright....just faded away. They get distracted, come back to "reality" and begin to serve another type god (fill in your god here......ego, reputation...."reality".....selfishness...and on and on and on...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;2nd Kings talks about the Israelites sinning against the Lord their God. Giving into the temptations  God had delivered them from. (Forgetting that connection and encounter with God to RE-serve Ungodliness)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;32. "They worship the LORD, but they also appointed all sorts of their own people to officiate for them as priests in the shrines at the high places. 33. The worshiped the LORD, but they also served their own gods in accordance witht he customs of the nations from which they had been brought". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Why would we RE-SERVE what we know ( pride...laziness....ignorance)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;it says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Earlier in scripture it says:(vs 18)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;"The LORD was very angry with ISRAEL and removed them from his presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;and in verse (20)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Therefore the LORD rejected all the people of Israel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;(could you imagine...after all they had been through)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;When we RE-SERVE the former, we get former results...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359800366817406586-3647107567662047593?l=belliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/feeds/3647107567662047593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359800366817406586&amp;postID=3647107567662047593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/3647107567662047593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/3647107567662047593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/2008/07/re-serving.html' title='RE-SERVING'/><author><name>Our Multi-scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13793620078545333609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/TJkX_noxjnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I5W8IsbQgdQ/S220/PottedPlant.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SIVTORZpzqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/u95FbeIG_6Q/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359800366817406586.post-2317078666983266773</id><published>2008-07-12T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T16:41:37.663-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mentors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Young adults'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leadership'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>The Mentor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SHjNXrlkHmI/AAAAAAAAAAo/_rwbI7nfUT8/s1600-h/72896687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SHjNXrlkHmI/AAAAAAAAAAo/_rwbI7nfUT8/s320/72896687.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222149574657056354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mentorship&lt;/span&gt; per Wikipedia is described as a developmental relationship between a more experienced mentor and a less experienced partner reffered to as a protege- a person guided and protected by a more prominent person".&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;James 5:10 says this (message) Take the old prophets as your mentors. They put up with anything, went through everything, and never once quit, all the time honoring God. What a gift life is to those who stay the course! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A mentor is a gift! A dying gift in today's world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone who I ever council one of the first things I ask is "Who's your mentor" (in a Who's your daddy? kinda way).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think when you live life without a mentor, your live a life that is LESS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Less exciting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Less challenging&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Less influential &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just plain Less&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God brings others into your lives to equip, challenge and encourage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite movie of all time is ROCKY. I believe in heaven 24/7 there will be a private mansion playing rocky 1-4 (skipping the last 2) for all of eternity. But that's just me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a line where paully (rocky's brother in law) dares to ask Rocky what he see's in his sister. Rocky looks and him and says in a low mumble only true fans can understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We fill gaps. She's got gaps, I got gaps...together we fill gaps".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well said Rock.....Well said...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A mentor fills gaps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Live a full life, find a mentor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be continued....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359800366817406586-2317078666983266773?l=belliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/feeds/2317078666983266773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359800366817406586&amp;postID=2317078666983266773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/2317078666983266773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/2317078666983266773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/2008/07/mentor.html' title='The Mentor'/><author><name>Our Multi-scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13793620078545333609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/TJkX_noxjnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I5W8IsbQgdQ/S220/PottedPlant.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SHjNXrlkHmI/AAAAAAAAAAo/_rwbI7nfUT8/s72-c/72896687.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359800366817406586.post-254324984268774040</id><published>2008-06-29T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T16:41:36.876-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jimmy Smuda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church Christians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fools for Christ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Followers of Christ'/><title type='text'>SIMPLY FOOLISH....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SGe7mVggb2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/OhZh31F_cL0/s1600-h/OMG_foolswantnoise_albumcover_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SGe7mVggb2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/OhZh31F_cL0/s320/OMG_foolswantnoise_albumcover_300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217344960614920034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm in my quiet time the other day, and I come across a blog by my good friend John Piper (he actually doesn't know we are good friends as of yet...but that's besides the point). My good friend Johnny P, writes how "KNOWLEDGE INCREASES MYSTERY". Think about that for a moment. Knowledge increases mystery. He argues against the point that more knowledge "reduce the mystery, and therefore diminish wonder and worship". &lt;div&gt;    So I'm thinking to myself. John John. Are you saying being a naieve is bad? Proverbs is laced with the descriptions of fools. Saying how we are not to be foolish, and seek prudence. In Proverbs 23:9 it says "Do not speak to a fool, for he will scron the wisdom of your words". But we also know that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus was surrounded by idiots (fools)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moses led morons (fools)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Saul was annointed by God and became a fool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paul actaually touts himself as "WE ARE FOOLS FOR CHRIST".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then even goes on to say sarcastically to the Corinthians "We are fools for Christ sake, but YOOOOOOUUU are wise in Christ".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      I get John's point of Psalm 119 "How great to me your thoughts O lord, How vast is the sum of them". I even get how Paul several times quotes "I DO NOT WANT YOU TO BE IGNORANT OF THE MYSTERY".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I live by a quote. "THE JOY IS IN THE CHASE"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When a marathon runner runs, and gets to the end of his race. He's complete. The Joy is in WHAT HE DID, not WHAT HE FINISHED. You cannot rejoice in what you finished if you did not actually DO SOMETHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, our complete knowledge in knowing God, comes in the joy of CHASING after him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our complete understanding of HIM comes on our day of our homecoming. Job says "GOD IS GREAT AND WE DO NOT KNOW HIM"....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the great debate. Are we too learned. It's funny the last 10 years I think sometimes Christians and followers of Christ refuse to look introspective and say "Were not serving God, were trying to corner God. Figure Him out. Package Him, Market Him, and distribute Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ask myself, how was Enoch able to be in favor with God? So little written about him yet  There's a mystery to that relationship. I would be the house that it was because Enoch loved God for God. Didn't kill himself trying  to figure Him out for domintion purposes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Now I'm no one to argue with my best friend Johnny P (and please know I'm not). I'm simply bringing up the notion......"ARE WE TOO LEARNED". So book smart, and "expierince" armed that we've stoped serving/loving/honoring/cheerishing/ God....for just being God. Simply food for thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***ThE iDiOt.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359800366817406586-254324984268774040?l=belliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/feeds/254324984268774040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359800366817406586&amp;postID=254324984268774040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/254324984268774040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/254324984268774040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/2008/06/simply-foolish.html' title='SIMPLY FOOLISH....'/><author><name>Our Multi-scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13793620078545333609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/TJkX_noxjnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I5W8IsbQgdQ/S220/PottedPlant.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/SGe7mVggb2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/OhZh31F_cL0/s72-c/OMG_foolswantnoise_albumcover_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359800366817406586.post-340848033304062924</id><published>2007-12-17T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T20:34:58.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Care?</title><content type='html'>The most intense aspect of the human nature is the connection. Friends, family, and soon to be lovers. All different, but all very much the same.&lt;br /&gt;It's the touch from one heart to another. It's the invisible connection of souls uniting. It's the connection a tree makes with the wind as it blows through the earth. The connection is invisible, yet the outcome is for all to gaze.&lt;br /&gt;But why?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we throw these connections away?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we cast off people like old, waste?&lt;br /&gt;Is it that we really have no clue at how powerful a connection can be?&lt;br /&gt;Is it we are so self induldged with ourselves, that we live our lives centered around the current moment only?&lt;br /&gt;Why would we do that?&lt;br /&gt;How have "people", "connections", "life" become so expendable.&lt;br /&gt;WHY CARE?&lt;br /&gt;Dare we care enough to see beyond ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;Do people care, or just simply long to exist?&lt;br /&gt;Do real connections exist? people who care? who love?&lt;br /&gt;and NOT just for a moment?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359800366817406586-340848033304062924?l=belliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/feeds/340848033304062924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359800366817406586&amp;postID=340848033304062924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/340848033304062924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/340848033304062924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/2007/12/why-care.html' title='Why Care?'/><author><name>Our Multi-scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13793620078545333609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/TJkX_noxjnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I5W8IsbQgdQ/S220/PottedPlant.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3359800366817406586.post-5167679399618967471</id><published>2007-11-25T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T09:13:02.041-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church planting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leadership'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small groups'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vision'/><title type='text'>Staying smaller to BE bigger.</title><content type='html'>This world is built on reproduciton. There are appoximately 4.1 Births per second which works out to 354240 Global Births per day. Apparently someone dies every 10 seconds, and every 5 seconds someone is born. The world is slowly overpopulating. But the real question here is are we better off? Does "more" always mean better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it amazing that JESUS didn't come and say "I'M FROM NAZERETH...I'M TAKING THIS CITY, AND PROCLAIMING WHO I AM".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said "Give me 12". I can change the world with 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church's are planting left and right. And that's great! But do we need MORE churchs? Or better one's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we need more plants with 10-100 people in them. Or what if we take the ones that already have 25 people in it and make them better. Even cap off, before we plant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe Jesus understood the principle of staying SMALLER to BE bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SUPERSIZE ME, GO LARGE, KING ME mentality has to be looked at to see how effective we as a church, as a people, as christians are actually being?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with a 500 memeber church BEING the church?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or 2,000 member church, BEING A GATHERING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food for thought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know alot will read and say "SMALL MIND...SMALL VISION"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 6'6 my friends. There's nothing in me that thinks small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spoke in front of thousands,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let groups of hundreds,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and have found the most impact coming from small groups focused on BEING bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda like Jesus did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ThE iDiOt....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3359800366817406586-5167679399618967471?l=belliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/feeds/5167679399618967471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3359800366817406586&amp;postID=5167679399618967471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/5167679399618967471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3359800366817406586/posts/default/5167679399618967471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belliana.blogspot.com/2007/11/staying-smaller-to-be-bigger.html' title='Staying smaller to BE bigger.'/><author><name>Our Multi-scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13793620078545333609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ12NGcxQqM/TJkX_noxjnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I5W8IsbQgdQ/S220/PottedPlant.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
