<?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-18961701</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:41:48.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'>xperientia</title><subtitle type='html'>trying hard to understand and engage my world.  somehow I'm not supposed to be the center of it, am I?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xperientia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961701/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xperientia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08854100953916702067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961701.post-115627816133804653</id><published>2006-08-22T14:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T15:22:41.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsettled, Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I was thinking about "church" and I decided to do something I have wanted to do for a long time, but was to lazy to do...find out where the word "church" came from. I mean, it's currently the english translation for the greek work &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;ekklesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; which means "the called out" or "the assembly or gathering." Originally, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;ekklesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; was just a word used for a crowd of people who gathered. So where did we get the word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;? Was a it an english word that meant "assembly?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Here is what I found. Our word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; is derived from the middle english &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;chirche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; which came from the old english &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;cirice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; which came from the late greek word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;kuriakan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;which came from the greek word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;kuriakos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; which was derived from the greek word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;kurios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;. And as any fan of the '80s band Mr. Mister can tell you, kurios means lord. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;So what we have is a word that originally meant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; of the lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; being carried into english to translate the word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;ekklesia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;assembly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;. In some ways that is kind of cool. But not if we don't recognize that connection. And the way in which it's not cool is that we have basically made up an english word that has taken on institutional and hierarchal implications that I don't think were ever intended in being called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;the assembly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;the gathering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;, or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; the called out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;In some ways I feel that we have "made up" the church in its 21st century version. I don't think God ever intended for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;ekklessia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; or the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; kuriakos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; to be a place, building, religious service, or clergy. We need to go back to the Bible and see the instructions, principles, and examples there and bring them fully to bear on our 20th and 21st century culture. I think we need to go back and learn what it means to be a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;called out gathering of people that belong to the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;. For disciples, there is no separation of church and state, because our state is the Kingdom of God. And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;ekklesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;kuriakos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; is our identity, not where we meet. Could we call the church &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;the assembly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;. Or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;the gathering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;? Or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; the called out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;? In the words of a 90 year old brother I respect greatly: If not, why not? It might change our view of the place of God in our life.&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/18961701-115627816133804653?l=xperientia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xperientia.blogspot.com/feeds/115627816133804653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961701&amp;postID=115627816133804653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961701/posts/default/115627816133804653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961701/posts/default/115627816133804653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xperientia.blogspot.com/2006/08/unsettled-part-2.html' title='Unsettled, Part 2'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08854100953916702067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961701.post-115618726262915241</id><published>2006-08-21T13:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T14:07:42.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsettled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4332/1458/1600/churchbuilding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4332/1458/320/churchbuilding.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I'm feeling unsettled today. Kinda like the whole world has gone wrong. I've been thinking about"church" lately. I know I get on peoples' nerves and I get my fair share of eye-rolling, but I'm just flat out tired of "church" being defined by a building and an hour on Sunday. I believe with all my heart that the Sunday assembly REALLY matters. But I'm so exasperated by the whole mindset in my culture that what happens in that one hour is the definition of "church" and that we can "go to church" as if we weren't the "church" 24/7. And I just don't know what to do about it. It's not just new christians that have a problem with this misunderstanding of what it means to be the church, but almost everyone. We have so separated our "daily lives" from "church" that they hardly ever intersect. What ever happened to being the covenant people of God and being His hands and feet right where we live? When did "evangelism" become inviting people to a building? God never said "reach out" He said to GO OUT!&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Enough rambling.  If you have any encouragement, I could sure use it right now.&lt;/span&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/18961701-115618726262915241?l=xperientia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xperientia.blogspot.com/feeds/115618726262915241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961701&amp;postID=115618726262915241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961701/posts/default/115618726262915241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961701/posts/default/115618726262915241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xperientia.blogspot.com/2006/08/unsettled.html' title='Unsettled'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08854100953916702067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961701.post-115514810674537721</id><published>2006-08-09T13:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T13:28:26.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the Spear - What would (do) I do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4332/1458/1600/endofthespear-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4332/1458/320/endofthespear-poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; past weekend I finally had (made?) the time to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;End of the Spear&lt;/span&gt;. It's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;the story of a group of young missionaries in the 1950s who were trying to rea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;h the "most violent" tribe in Ecuador. They were intent on reaching them with the gospel, not just for personal salvation but to ultimately change a systemically violent culture.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I watched the movie. I was already familiar with the story through reading. At one point Nate Saint tells his son Steve that they can't shoot the indigenous Waodani because they aren't ready for heaven yet.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about that a lot. What would (do) I give up for others? Would I (Am I) willing to sacrifice my safety so others can know Jesus?&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...it hurts to be honest about it, doesn't it?&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So watch the movie and be encouraged and confronted.  It's worth it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961701-115514810674537721?l=xperientia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xperientia.blogspot.com/feeds/115514810674537721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961701&amp;postID=115514810674537721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961701/posts/default/115514810674537721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961701/posts/default/115514810674537721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xperientia.blogspot.com/2006/08/end-of-spear-what-would-do-i-do.html' title='End of the Spear - What would (do) I do?'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08854100953916702067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961701.post-115436479911262202</id><published>2006-07-31T11:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T11:48:48.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4332/1458/1600/IMG_3835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4332/1458/320/IMG_3835.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4332/1458/1600/IMG_3859.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4332/1458/320/IMG_3859.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4332/1458/1600/IMG_3783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4332/1458/320/IMG_3783.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4332/1458/1600/IMG_3856.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4332/1458/320/IMG_3856.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4332/1458/1600/IMG_3858.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4332/1458/320/IMG_3858.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;So it's been forever. I got an email the other day that told me to update my blog. So it will be updated. No more lazy excuses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Our students went back to the coast a couple of weeks ago. Once again they worked with joy and with the spirit of God showing in them. They sang as they worked and did it all for the glory of the One who rescues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961701-115436479911262202?l=xperientia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xperientia.blogspot.com/feeds/115436479911262202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961701&amp;postID=115436479911262202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961701/posts/default/115436479911262202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961701/posts/default/115436479911262202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xperientia.blogspot.com/2006/07/long-time-gone.html' title='Long Time Gone'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08854100953916702067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961701.post-114116669401200017</id><published>2006-02-28T16:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T23:30:04.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>At least he did something...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have had the rankest headache the past couple of days. I think it comes from having cleaned out the garage this past weekend. Okay, in reality, my wife cleaned the garage. But I breathed in all the dust and junk that was stirred up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyway, I think it turned out to be a good thing. I finally got to stay home and watch the documentary "Grizzly Man" about Timothy Treadwell last night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Treadwell spent 13 summers going up to Alaska and living with grizzlies. He camped where they were and interacted with them. He thought he was their protector and friend. He named them and talked to them and interacted with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This film is made up mainly of footage taken by Treadwell himself. He would set up a camera and narrate or act out in front of it. He captured some of the most beautiful and amazing nature footage ever seen. He also came across in the film as a bit off in the head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Treadwell would spend the rest of his time making talks at schools and ecological conferences. He loved to tell kids about his friends, the bears. Finally, inevitably I think, Treadwell and his girlfriend were killed and eaten by one of the bears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There has been a lot of discussion about the validity of what Treadwell did. Some have said he was a hero. Others have said he was crazy. Or worse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't really know what to think of him.  Was he as unbalanced as the film made it seem?  I don't know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I do envy him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He refused to play it safe and did what he wanted to do in life. He felt like he was doing something important. And he loved doing it. How many people do you know that can say that? It may have killed him after 13 years, but I think it saved him for those 13 years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you get a chance to watch "Grizzly Man" take it. It is a good investment of 3 hours. And before you decide he was looney and, as one guy says, deserved his fate, remember that at least he did something and he loved the doing of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May God help us all to find the thing He wants us to do in His kingdom and to love the doing of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961701-114116669401200017?l=xperientia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xperientia.blogspot.com/feeds/114116669401200017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961701&amp;postID=114116669401200017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961701/posts/default/114116669401200017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961701/posts/default/114116669401200017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xperientia.blogspot.com/2006/02/at-least-he-did-something.html' title='At least he did something...'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08854100953916702067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961701.post-113640606688955748</id><published>2006-01-04T13:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T21:08:16.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Teens Working Hard on the Gulf Coast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4332/1458/1600/IMG_1218_063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4332/1458/320/IMG_1218_063.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This past week, my wife and I took 8 teens from our church down to the Gulf Coast to work in the relief effort. We met up with about 700 other teens in Hattiesburg, MS and were spread out all across the area. Our group was sent to Waveland, MS where we worked to clear a house that was only 2/3 mile from the coast.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our house was possibly the only salvageable house on the street. All the rest were moved from their foundations or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4332/1458/1600/IMG_1212_057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4332/1458/200/IMG_1212_057.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;completely destroyed.&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were told the storm surge was nearly 30 feet when it came through this area. The ceiling had fallen in. The contents of the house were whipped around as if they were in a washing machine. The picture you are seeing here is not of the floor, but of the contents of the living room. The top is about 3-4 feet hig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4332/1458/1600/IMG_1171_016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4332/1458/320/IMG_1171_016.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;h. It was like this throughout the entire house!&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We only had 2 days to work but w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e were able to clear all the debris and demo all the drywall, doors, cabinets, and appliances. We felt as if we had done an incredible amount of work in 2 days. But the scale of what NEEDS to be done dwarfs our meager contribution. We are certain, however, that God was worshipped by the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; servant attitude and work ethic of all involved. As we said many times, there are millions of people, and thousands of houses, but this one is ours! God sustained our diminishing strength and gave us patience and endurance to finish our assigned task. It wasn't much, but it was a huge jump start for a lady who has so far to go to restore her home.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please pray for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4332/1458/1600/IMG_1206_051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4332/1458/200/IMG_1206_051.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gulf coast and the people there. And please find the time to go give a few days of w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4332/1458/1600/IMG_1223_068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4332/1458/200/IMG_1223_068.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ork. Do it in the name of God, without being a jerk abo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ut it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, of course, and help out tho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4332/1458/1600/IMG_1177_022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4332/1458/200/IMG_1177_022.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;se who desperately need i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;t ri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ght now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...             not because you are an American, but because you are a disciple of Christ!&lt;/span&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/18961701-113640606688955748?l=xperientia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xperientia.blogspot.com/feeds/113640606688955748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961701&amp;postID=113640606688955748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961701/posts/default/113640606688955748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961701/posts/default/113640606688955748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xperientia.blogspot.com/2006/01/teens-working-hard-on-gulf-coast.html' title='Teens Working Hard on the Gulf Coast'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08854100953916702067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961701.post-113449243277038164</id><published>2005-12-13T10:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T10:24:19.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Making whips?  (or how would Jesus feel about Christian bookstores?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;" id="en-NIV-26099"&gt;13&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;When it was almost time for the Jewish Passover, Jesus went up to Jerusalem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;" id="en-NIV-26100"&gt;14&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the temple courts he found men selling cattle, sheep and doves, and others sitting at tables exchanging money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;" id="en-NIV-26101"&gt;15&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So he made a whip out of cords, and drove all from the temple area, both sheep and cattle; he scattered the coins of the money changers and overturned their tables. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;" id="en-NIV-26102"&gt;16&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;To those who sold doves he said, "Get these out of here! How dare you turn my Father's house into a market!" - John 2:13-16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's Christmastime!! I really do love Christmas! I love the carols. I love to give gifts. And even though I am fully aware that we have no real idea as to what day or even month that Jesus was born (springtime maybe? Doubtful that it was December 25. Just do some research!), I love the chance to remember the birth of Jesus and the place that it holds in the story of God and His people. I love what it says about God that Jesus was born in a barn and I struggle with what it means for my life since I am supposed to imitate Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My frustration with Christmas is the same thing that everyone complains about: commercialization! Or to term it more accurately, crass commercialization.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lately it seems to be about getting more stuff and making more money for the retailers. The lead stories on the news are about the economic impact of Black Friday. It's about lines of people pushing for the latest must-have item. And the marketing departments do their best work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But lately I have started to think that the most blatant acts of commercialization of Christmas take place in Christian bookstores (henceforth known as CBS). This week I saw displays of snowmen and angel gift wrap while in a local CBS. I had a hard time seeing what any of the display had to do with Jesus and faith. Which is alright, I guess. Not everything has to say Jesus on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Actually, my problem with CBS's goes much back a few years. I jumped in wholeheartedly to the WWJD bracelet thing. I had 5 or 6 as I remember. I wore them all at the same time. If one is good, 5 is better, right? But then I realized that no one asked me what they were about and I never told.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then a popular book came out which will remain nameless. I read it. It was extremely shallow. But it was followed up by a marketing frenzy that was unbelievable. You could by journals from the book. You could by coins. Bookmarks. T-shirts. Plaques. Keychains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You get the idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And then I noticed that although we live in a culture of debt, impulse buying, and selfish spending, every CBS followed worldly practice of putting the impulse-buy merchandise right by the register. As if Christians weren't having enough trouble staying out of debt without our CBS's luring us to quickly spend another $5 at the checkout. And by the way, eating Testamints doesn't count as internalizing the word!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And then I realized that we don't just have bibles anymore. It seems like every demographic subset in the world now has to have it's own special version and devotional journal. Women's, men's. Teen study, 37 year old soccer players that are male and out of shape. Why? I didn't find a lot of extra good spiritual helps there. Maybe it's just marketing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But more and more I am frustrated with the shallowness I seem to find in CBS (and yes, I am well aware of my arrogance as I write this sentence:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There are no five steps to overcoming fear in witnessing. There is no step by step generic formula that will guarantee no more sinning in your life. God seems to care about the poor in a special way and yet our CBS's are full of books telling us how to be rich in Christ. And they aren't talking about the same riches Paul talked about in the New Testament. Re-create your church. Double your Sunday school attendance. Grow your church beyond belief. Live long and prosper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not against people earning their living from books, curriculum, or preaching. I am a descendant of a long line of preachers. I'm just wondering if we are trying to formulize what can't be formulaic and in the process if we are "peddling the gospel."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm really interested in your feedback. I am certain that I am too cynical. But answer this question for me: How would Jesus react to CBS's if He were walking around today? Would He be proud of all that's in them? Or would He tell us to get our head out of the books, get it in THE BOOK, and live like we believe it?&lt;/span&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/18961701-113449243277038164?l=xperientia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xperientia.blogspot.com/feeds/113449243277038164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961701&amp;postID=113449243277038164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961701/posts/default/113449243277038164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961701/posts/default/113449243277038164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xperientia.blogspot.com/2005/12/making-whips-or-how-would-jesus-feel.html' title='Making whips?  (or how would Jesus feel about Christian bookstores?)'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08854100953916702067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961701.post-113337633341965406</id><published>2005-11-30T12:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T11:19:20.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Recipe of the Week:  Sage and Salt Encrusted Pork Tenderloin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay, I'm starting a new feature here on xperientia: ROTW! Each week I'll post some new thing I've tried in my kitchen that I actually liked. I make no promises that you will like it, but give it a try and let me know how it turns out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay, time for the recipe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 pork tenderloin (2-3lbs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kosher salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dried sage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Freshly ground black pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2-3 tbs olive oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Take the loin out of the fridge and dry it off.   This is extremely important!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coat liberally on each side, top, and bottom with kosher salt. Why kosher? Because it's big enough to see just how much salt you are actually putting on the meat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coat each side, top, and bottom with dried sage and freshly ground black pepper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let rest for 15 minutes.  Why?  The salt will begin to denature the proteins and allow the loin to sear up a nice crust!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Add 2-3 tbs olive oil to a large skillet and set to medium high heat. Wait until smoking hot and then lay the loin in the pan. If it doesn't sizzle, it isn't hot enough. Cook for 2-3 minutes on all four sides. Important: Do NOT move it until time to turn it. You want a good sear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Put tenderloin in a baking pan and cook until it reaches an internal temperature of 160 degrees. USE A THERMOMETER! Don't guess. We don't want you sick:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remove from oven and put on cutting board to rest for 10 minutes.  Slice into 1/2 inch slices and serve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For a quick side dish:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roughly cut some red potatoes into small chunks and season with salt, pepper, and olive oil and add them to the pan. Roasted potatoes...yummmmm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For a nice sauce to go on it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;While the loin is roasting, add a little olive oil or butter to the skillet you browned the loin in and a bit of flour, maybe 1/8-1/4 cup to make a roux. Stir quickly as you add and while you cook it for about 1-2 minutes. Drop in some garlic or onion, or both! Cook a couple of minutes until tender and fragrant. Add 3/4 cup or so of white wine and deglaze the pan (that means you scrape up the little brown bits on the bottom of the pan). Let it cook until about half of it has evaporated. Don't worry about the alcohol, most of it will evaporate too. Salt and pepper to taste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let me know how it goes!&lt;/span&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/18961701-113337633341965406?l=xperientia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xperientia.blogspot.com/feeds/113337633341965406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961701&amp;postID=113337633341965406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961701/posts/default/113337633341965406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961701/posts/default/113337633341965406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xperientia.blogspot.com/2005/11/recipe-of-week-sage-and-salt-encrusted.html' title='Recipe of the Week:  Sage and Salt Encrusted Pork Tenderloin'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08854100953916702067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961701.post-113269530898016927</id><published>2005-11-22T15:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T15:35:09.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...and the truth shall set you free</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was listening to a sermon the other day about "keeping the main thing the main thing."  And of course, because it was a sermon in a church, the main thing was the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; gospel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;good news&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; of Christ.  And that set me to thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay, in reality, it just caused me to continue some thoughts that I had already been having.  I wonder if we've lost the power of the good news.  You see, I just don't see a lot of people shouting for joy because of the death, burial, and resurrection of Jesus.  It's not that it is not good news.  I just think we sometimes (most of the time?) miss the good news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So I have a question:  How do you feel about the gospel?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let me ask it a different way:  Do you prefer to sing "soldiers of Christ, arise..." or do you prefer "rescue the perishing, care for the dying...?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It does make a difference.  I think how we see the gospel in our own life and how we present it to others is of vital theological and practical importance.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back in the 80's we were in the 'Cold War" kind of era as it was thawing.  But still, our movies reflected our obsession with communist invasion.  I remember watching Red Dawn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;(I know and I'm sorry for it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; and wondering how it would feel if another nation was parachuting into the U.S. in order to take over and basically enslave us.  I think that for some, the gospel feels like that.  It is a major battle and confrontation.  It is a war to be lost as Jesus and the church break into your life and steal all the good stuff from you.  "You don't want to go to hell?  Then you had better submit!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;evil&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of course, many christians use the picture of battle.  "It's us against the world," they cry.  Suited (literally) up for  war, they charge on the offensive (literally), smashing their way into every place they think God should be.  To be fair, scripture does use the battle metaphor.  It seems to be us against the "principalities and powers" of darkness rather than people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On the other hand, I picture being held hostage and the Navy SEALS busting in the door and carrying me away from torture and abuse into the sunshine and really good italian food.  Oh yeah, and to take me home to be surrounded by friends and loved ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I suspect that most people's experience with Christ is similar to mine.  It involves both an invasion as I resist His perfect-and-good-for- me will and a rescuing from things I can not escape from on my own.  Jesus uses this image when He says the gates of hell can't stand against His church.  That signifies an invasion, and if I read the gospels correctly, a rescuing of sinners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So how do you present the good news to others?  Are you smashing and parachuting or are you trying to liberate them and heal them?  Is it "Us vs. THEM" or is it God for everybody?  One approach breeds contempt, arrogance and abuse.  The other imitates the mission of Jesus in His dealing with others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God, please help us to present Your Gospel as the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOOD NEWS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; it truly is!&lt;/span&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/18961701-113269530898016927?l=xperientia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xperientia.blogspot.com/feeds/113269530898016927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961701&amp;postID=113269530898016927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961701/posts/default/113269530898016927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961701/posts/default/113269530898016927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xperientia.blogspot.com/2005/11/and-truth-shall-set-you-free.html' title='...and the truth shall set you free'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08854100953916702067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961701.post-113216034042162039</id><published>2005-11-16T10:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T10:59:00.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What have you done for me lately?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was reading some blogs today. I do that fairly regularly. I am always searching for things that will make me think. Things I don't necessarily agree with. Things that challenge me to be more in tune with Christ. I found &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://fernandogros.com/wp-trackback.php/291"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It caused me to think some about why churches even exist.  About why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; church exists. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We have not been really good at sharing the good news of Jesus. And yes, it is good news! I think part of our reticence is that we don't really understand how good the news is. We think it's all about escaping hell and living in a cool house on a street of gold! Come to think of it, if that's what heaven is, most people in my town aren't too far away from that standard. Maybe that's why heaven isn't so attractive? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But my church has been really good at beginning to be involved in our community. A neighborhood just a mile from us was flooded out in July. It wasn't in a flood zone, so no one had flood insurance. We spearheaded an effort to raise money and workers and stayed with the project and have almost rebuilt 40+ houses and should be finished in a couple weeks with all of the work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then Katrina came along. We were the first to open up our building as a shelter. We had up to 175 people staying in our classrooms and were providing food and everything. We stayed open for 5 weeks and helped every family find a place to live and paid 2 months rent and groceries. It was a great work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Consequently, people in my town know who my church is. I can drive the church van down the road and have people honk and give me a thumbs up. It is really cool! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But this last Sunday as I sat in worship and heard us reciting these things again about how God had worked through us in the past 3 months, I wondered how long we were going to keep talking about them. At what point are we just congratulating ourselves and need to drop it. Are we telling God's story or ours? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What next? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's what I want to know. Are we going to wait for another crisis before we step into our community to serve? Will we have the courage and wisdom to dream big and let God direct us into places and situations that need His people? Will we keep the fire going or are we content to bask in the glow of community and self-congratulations? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I guess we'll see.  God please give us direction and understanding of the times that we may engage them wisely for YOUR glory. &lt;/span&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/18961701-113216034042162039?l=xperientia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xperientia.blogspot.com/feeds/113216034042162039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961701&amp;postID=113216034042162039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961701/posts/default/113216034042162039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961701/posts/default/113216034042162039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xperientia.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-have-you-done-for-me-lately.html' title='What have you done for me lately?'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08854100953916702067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961701.post-113207696154574918</id><published>2005-11-15T11:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T14:25:30.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is generosity hardwired into our species?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I found this article and thought it was a really cool description of how we seem to really value giving to help others. Maybe you will find it worth reading, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://encarta.msn.com/column_philanthropy_tamimhome/Giving_Away_Millions_It%27s_Only_Human.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Giving Away Millions: It's Only Human&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I found this quote espcially interesting:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's what Connecticut College president Claire Gaudiani calls "the wisdom tradition." By that, she means that human beings have long recognized the value and importance of generosity--even generosity toward those who are from different backgrounds than we are.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I suspect that we, as a species, are hardwired to be generous--that this is a survival mechanism of our species," she says.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt;I wonder about that idea. I find it strange that we find explanations for generosity and other forms of self-sacrifice that do not come from the nature of God. I mean, if we are truly in a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;survival-of-the-fittest&lt;/span&gt; kind of world, then being hard-wired for charity is a strange thing.  But if we are from God, it is only natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, I'm not trying to convince people who don't believe in God that they should. I've given up that idea. If you are deadset against faith in God, I don't think it is my job to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"prove"&lt;/span&gt; to you His existence.  There are to many people who really want to know what to do about the God they already believe exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No, I just thought it would reaffirm my faith to recognize that humans caring for humans is a universally lauded action. It helps me to think that maybe there is something to the idea that there is a universal God and we should try to understand Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961701-113207696154574918?l=xperientia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xperientia.blogspot.com/feeds/113207696154574918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961701&amp;postID=113207696154574918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961701/posts/default/113207696154574918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961701/posts/default/113207696154574918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xperientia.blogspot.com/2005/11/is-generosity-hardwired-into-our.html' title='Is generosity hardwired into our species?'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08854100953916702067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961701.post-113199838731866062</id><published>2005-11-14T13:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T14:00:58.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'>marriage: for the love of God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt; I got married just over 3 months ago. I feel like it is a crash course in God and His love for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Forget the obvious stuff right now. You know, the bride of Christ and all. I am seeing the image of my relationship with God in the merging of my life with my wife's. I know, Eph. 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Everyday I find there is more that she needs to move into the bathroom or closet. She very patiently waits for me to discover it and then she moves in a little more. She isn't harsh or demanding. She just waits for me to learn and respond. And it is the greatest thing to find more places for her in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;I was thinking that's how God has been with me too. Learn a little, give Him a little more of my life. Get comfortable, learn some more, give some more. Of course, my wife deserves all of my heart and my life. So does my God. The problem is that I don't know the full extent of my heart and my life. I don't know which areas I'm selfish in and which have been posted as off-limits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;I'm thankful that both my wife and my God are giving me time to figure it out and love me all the while. May you ever teach me to love you more and to give you more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961701-113199838731866062?l=xperientia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xperientia.blogspot.com/feeds/113199838731866062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961701&amp;postID=113199838731866062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961701/posts/default/113199838731866062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961701/posts/default/113199838731866062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xperientia.blogspot.com/2005/11/marriage-for-love-of-god.html' title='marriage: for the love of God'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08854100953916702067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961701.post-113199590641517777</id><published>2005-11-14T13:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T13:18:26.423-06:00</updated><title type='text'>genesis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So I've decided to start writing after all this time of thinking about things I'd like to write about. Somehow, my mind goes blank each time I put pen to paper. Okay, actually each time I put fingertip to keyboard, but it doesn't sound as cool as "pen to paper". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My blog will be decidedly random. Faith will play a huge role in my thoughts, as it does in my life. But I may muse about football, sunsrises, jeeps, and children's' games as well. I hope to stimulate my own thinking and record some of my pondering as I go. If you are actually reading this stuff, I hope you will join the journey with me. Challenge, comment, and discuss. Chime in and let's enjoy our time here. In the words of the wise man "a man can do nothing better than to eat, drink, and enjoy his work. There is nothing better than for a man to be happy and do good all his life."&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/18961701-113199590641517777?l=xperientia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xperientia.blogspot.com/feeds/113199590641517777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961701&amp;postID=113199590641517777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961701/posts/default/113199590641517777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961701/posts/default/113199590641517777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xperientia.blogspot.com/2005/11/genesis.html' title='genesis'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08854100953916702067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
