<?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-18961237</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:45:05.671-06:00</updated><category term='sermon'/><category term='andrew pictures'/><category term='puppets'/><category term='Ministry Musing'/><title type='text'>Postings from Pastor Brad</title><subtitle type='html'>Thanks for visiting my BLOG.  I am the pastor at St. Luke Lutheran Church in Rome, WI.  I hope to share with you here some of the things that I am thinking about, that I'm challenged by, that I'm curious about.  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It is the story of what happened after Jesus ascended into Heaven and the Holy Spirit showed up in His place.  It’s filled with some crazy stories.  It is the story of the beginning of what we know as the church.  It is filled with wild stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Sunday they started with Acts 2.  If you haven’t read it lately I encourage you stop right here and read it, then come back.  Am I wrong or is that wild, chaotic scene?  There was a great wind, tongues of fire, preaching in all the languages of the world (by people who didn’t know those languages), and some 3,000 people were baptized.  Think about for that many to be baptized there must have been friends baptizing each other, parents baptizing their kids… and that many people all in one place?  This was not orderly.  However, as I read it I sense and feel a great energy and enthusiasm present in that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year at this time we were wrapping up what many are calling an historic election.  One of the things that carried the election was an enthusiasm that followed along with President Obama.  Do you remember his mantra?  (He recently brought it back in regards to health care.)  He would get the crowds at his rallies chanting after him, “Fired Up!  Ready to Go!”  Can you imagine being in one of those stadiums with 17,000 people enthusiastically chanting that?  You couldn’t help but leave there energized.  It’s the kind of energy and enthusiasm that I could imagine being present on that Pentecost day in Acts 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What keeps us from that kind of enthusiasm when it comes to our faith?  What would it take to get you/us “Fired Up!  Ready to go!”?  How might the world around us be different if we were so moved by the Holy Spirit that we could no longer contain ourselves?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-5959055014229623250?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/5959055014229623250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=5959055014229623250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/5959055014229623250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/5959055014229623250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2009/11/ministry-musings-fired-up.html' title='Ministry Musings: Fired Up'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-7288788110751568941</id><published>2009-09-16T11:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T11:56:54.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="446" height="326"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="bgColor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/dynamic/DanielPink_2009G-medium.flv&amp;su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/DanielPink-2009G.embed_thumbnail.jpg&amp;vw=432&amp;vh=240&amp;ap=0&amp;ti=618&amp;introDuration=16500&amp;adDuration=4000&amp;postAdDuration=2000&amp;adKeys=talk=dan_pink_on_motivation;year=2009;theme=new_on_ted_com;theme=the_creative_spark;theme=not_business_as_usual;theme=speaking_at_tedglobal2009;event=TEDGlobal+2009;&amp;preAdTag=tconf.ted/embed;tile=1;sz=512x288;" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf" pluginspace="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" bgColor="#ffffff" width="446" height="326" allowFullScreen="true" flashvars="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/dynamic/DanielPink_2009G-medium.flv&amp;su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/DanielPink-2009G.embed_thumbnail.jpg&amp;vw=432&amp;vh=240&amp;ap=0&amp;ti=618&amp;introDuration=16500&amp;adDuration=4000&amp;postAdDuration=2000&amp;adKeys=talk=dan_pink_on_motivation;year=2009;theme=new_on_ted_com;theme=the_creative_spark;theme=not_business_as_usual;theme=speaking_at_tedglobal2009;event=TEDGlobal+2009;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How might you see this playing out in your setting?  In the church?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-7288788110751568941?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/7288788110751568941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=7288788110751568941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/7288788110751568941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/7288788110751568941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2009/09/motivation.html' title='Motivation'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-3596699584594060658</id><published>2009-09-02T09:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T09:42:20.700-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ministry Musing'/><title type='text'>Ministry Musings: Stewardship</title><content type='html'>My son turns one year old today.  It’s amazing how quickly a year can pass by.  We are so excited by what a blessing he has been in our life.  While he has learned a ton of stuff over this first year of life, one of the things we hope he will learn in this second year is sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t sharing the essence of what we in the church call stewardship?  It starts with the concept that in the beginning God created, therefore all belongs to God.  We have been entrusted, then, as caretakers of all of God’s creation from the plants and animals to the gifts and talents we have been given to work and serve others.  So in a very simple sense stewardship is about how we share these wonderful gifts given to us by God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the neat biblical concepts that you will hear us talk about from time to time around the church is first fruits giving.  It’s the concept that you give your best to God.  Farmers will often tell you that the first cut of hay is the best cut of the season.  Hunters will tell you that the young animals provide you the best meat.  That is first fruits giving, giving that first cut of hay that first born (the young one) to God.  First fruit giving is the notion that if you are willing to share with God your very best then you are willing to share everything… and why not if it all comes from God in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you plan to share what God has given you?  What are you doing to care the earth?  How are you being wise about sharing your finances?  How might you share your gifts for listening, building, etc. for the betterment of God’s children?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-3596699584594060658?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/3596699584594060658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=3596699584594060658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/3596699584594060658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/3596699584594060658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2009/09/ministry-musings-stewardship.html' title='Ministry Musings: Stewardship'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-6516915523445367636</id><published>2009-07-23T12:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T12:18:40.829-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ministry Musing'/><title type='text'>Ministry Musings: Size Matters (2)</title><content type='html'>It’s funny how when you’re in the church business you so often here things about how numbers don’t mean much, but one of the first questions pastors like to ask each other is how big is your church?  How many do you worship?  I want to agree that size doesn’t matter, but I’m afraid that on a certain level it kind of does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Membership size probably doesn’t mean a whole lot since different congregations count membership in many different ways.  A more accurate comparison perhaps is worship attendance because that gives an indication of how many are actively involved on a weekly basis.  Still, how much does that mean?  If you live in a growing suburb like Cottage Grove you have more people to draw from than an unincorporated town like Rome.  At the same time worship attendance speaks perhaps to the width but not so much to the depth of the ministry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I think size does matter is in measuring growth.  A church is an organization, which comes from the same root word as organism.  The church is a living community.  That, to me, means that if you are not growing you are dying.  Jesus came so that we might have life and have it abundantly.  Therefore we need to be looking for signs of life:  Growth in the number of people participating in worship and other ministries of the church; Growth in the depth of faith through prayer, Bible study, and service to others; Growth in the number of people empowered to take on ministry leadership; or Growth in excitement for sharing the Good News of Jesus among signs.  Of course, none of these are easily measured, but I suspect you recognize these signs of life in a congregation when you see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you see our congregation growing?  Where do you see signs of life?  How are you contributing to the life and growth of the kingdom of God?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-6516915523445367636?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/6516915523445367636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=6516915523445367636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/6516915523445367636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/6516915523445367636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2009/07/ministry-musings-size-matters-2.html' title='Ministry Musings: Size Matters (2)'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-2605092893744423628</id><published>2009-07-01T12:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:04:23.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark 6, Evangelism, and Play</title><content type='html'>Looking at Sunday's gospel reading from Mark 6, I see a call to evangelism.  Using Jesus' sending the disciples as a model for evangelism you might simplify it to say, "Go with a friend and make a friend." It then seems to me we most often make friends through play (whatever form that might be).... which connects to something I read more recently about "seeker" services. How often are people really "seeking" Jesus intentionally? However, we know we have a savior who intentionally seeks us. Perhaps our roll then is to play. When we play we are much more likely to invite people to come and play with us. (As a kid did you ever knock on the neighbors door and ask them to come out and work? You did ask them to come out and play.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-2605092893744423628?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/2605092893744423628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=2605092893744423628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/2605092893744423628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/2605092893744423628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2009/07/mark-6-evangelism-and-play.html' title='Mark 6, Evangelism, and Play'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-2227898391131030597</id><published>2009-06-16T09:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T08:51:37.678-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ministry Musing'/><title type='text'>Ministry Musings: Size Matters</title><content type='html'>One of the reasons I love being Lutheran is our embrace of the priesthood of all believers, that notion that all of us are called to minister to our neighbor.  In the church, ministry isn’t just done by the paid professionals (i.e. the pastor), but by all of us.  Unfortunately, over time the church has abdicated the responsibility for ministry to the pastor, and in some occasions to lay staff.  We see this especially when a congregation grows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experts who study how congregations function tell us that worshipping size of a congregation dramatically effects how a congregation needs to function.  One of those dividing points comes around 150 people in worship, right about what we are averaging.  Generally speaking the biggest changes as a worshipping community becomes a large congregation are the addition of staff to keep up with the changes and the shift in the pastors responsibilities to be more administrative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What this means is that as a congregation grows a pastor will spend more time training and supervising ministry and less time doing hands on ministry.  You can imagine the objections that arise as this happens (i.e. less personal time with the pastor, etc.).  You may have raised them yourself.  This can certainly be the downside of growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand this can be a real blessing that comes out of growth.  To keep ministry happening more people are forced to get involved leading ministry that they were called to because they can no longer sit on the sidelines and wait for “pastor” to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we strive to grow as a worshiping community of Christ where are you getting involved with your call to ministry?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-2227898391131030597?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/2227898391131030597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=2227898391131030597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/2227898391131030597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/2227898391131030597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2009/06/ministry-musings-size-matters.html' title='Ministry Musings: Size Matters'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-6790786711528242269</id><published>2009-06-14T13:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T13:03:00.272-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Eat the Marshmellow</title><content type='html'>Where do you need to work on delaying gratification?  Where have seeds been planted and you need to wait for God to grow the seeds yet for the harvest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="446" height="326"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="bgColor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/embed/JoachimdePosada_2009U-embed_high.flv&amp;su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/JoachimDePosada-2009U.embed_thumbnail.jpg&amp;vw=432&amp;vh=240&amp;ap=0&amp;ti=553" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf" pluginspace="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" bgColor="#ffffff" width="446" height="326" allowFullScreen="true" flashvars="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/embed/JoachimdePosada_2009U-embed_high.flv&amp;su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/JoachimDePosada-2009U.embed_thumbnail.jpg&amp;vw=432&amp;vh=240&amp;ap=0&amp;ti=553"&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/18961237-6790786711528242269?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/6790786711528242269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=6790786711528242269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/6790786711528242269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/6790786711528242269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2009/06/dont-eat-marshmellow.html' title='Don&apos;t Eat the Marshmellow'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-2668566948392967744</id><published>2009-06-13T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T15:04:00.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing the Conversation</title><content type='html'>At a recent church council meetings we've been talking about changing the entire culture of our congregation.  We need to work on developing an atmosphere where we all realize that we live out our faith on a daily basis and don't just turn it over to the pastor and a few, select church leaders.  We need to work on creating a climate where people are excited about their faith and willing to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During one of these conversations I floated the idea of approaching conversations with friends just slightly.  Instead of asking people how their week was why not ask something like, "Where was God at work in your life this week?"  Instead of asking what they have coming up this week why not ask something like, "How can I be praying for you this week?"  I wonder what difference it might make if we all starting asking such questions.  It seems to me, by shifting the focus of the question we are reminded of the presence of God in our daily life and it can serve as a reminder of faith being lived out on a daily basis and not just on Sunday.  Perhaps we should try and experiment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-2668566948392967744?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/2668566948392967744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=2668566948392967744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/2668566948392967744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/2668566948392967744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2009/06/changing-conversation.html' title='Changing the Conversation'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-504379365230040777</id><published>2009-06-12T02:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T03:04:03.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Line of Vision</title><content type='html'>Those of you who have been around me recently know that I think my son is the most amazing child ever.  However, from time to time I find myself wishing he would look up at me more.  It seems looking down is a lot more exciting.  I think it's because he can see himself, see what he's propped up on, and far more likely to find something he can grab and shove in his mouth.  I think it's interesting that this is our natural instinct (including shoving our foot in our mouth) for most of us as babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were sitting out on the grass the other day and I was trying to get his attention it struck me that spiritually we are often the same way.  We focus down on ourselves, where we are at or where we have been, and looking around for things we can get our hands on.  Meanwhile we could change our line of vision and look up into the face of our heavenly father.  I wonder why we don't do that more?  I think I need to remember to give that a try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-504379365230040777?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/504379365230040777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=504379365230040777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/504379365230040777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/504379365230040777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2009/06/line-of-vision.html' title='Line of Vision'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-5288537225247753552</id><published>2009-06-06T11:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T11:27:00.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Worship Attendance</title><content type='html'>We recently got to talking about worship attendance around here.  It was noted that part of the struggle is that we lead such terribly busy lives that we desire down time.  Often, that means in the summer we sleep in or spend time away at the cabin.  I think I can totally understand that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I think I have a slightly different perspective.  First of all, I wonder why worship can't be that time of recharge for people who live these busy lives?  Isn't there something about standing in the presence of God that fills one with life?  Secondly, and related to that I think, is something that developed for me in college.  I was fortunate to go to a school where we had daily chapel.  I was there just about every day.  From what I can remember the preaching wasn't always top of the line.  It never really is, is it?  Yet on those days when the sermon wasn't perhaps as inspiring as others I didn't view it as a waste of time.  At the very least I got to pause in my day read the Bible, focus on the cross, and join together in prayer.  On a weekly basis here we also add the Lord's Supper.  So on those weeks when the sermons don't inspire or the hymns don't soar, there are still plenty of good reasons to be in worship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-5288537225247753552?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/5288537225247753552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=5288537225247753552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/5288537225247753552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/5288537225247753552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2009/06/worship-attendance.html' title='Worship Attendance'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-7244429260646551826</id><published>2009-06-04T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T13:47:00.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving</title><content type='html'>The other night we were watching a rerun of "Friends" and there was an interesting debate that arose.  Joey suggested that there was no truly selfless good deed, only selfish.  Phoebe spent the episode trying to prove him wrong by attempting to do something completely selfless.  The defining argument was that when you do a good deed you feel good about yourself having done it and therefore it is not selfless, but selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't totally agree with that argument, but it is interesting to note how self-centered we tend to be in our giving.  How quick are we to get receipts for our donations so we can write them off on our taxes?  It is incredible to watch how important it is for families to have memorial moneys go to something specific that can have the family name on it.  What ever happened to giving it to the church and allowing the leadership to decide how to best use the money to make ministry happen?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem develops, then, that our memories get tied up in the stuff.  You see it on the organization shows on HGTV, TLC, etc.  You see it in the church when it comes time to make changes to the physical space and it effects the light, window, or other item given in memory of Grandma Myrtle.  Which brings it back to being about what the individual wants for what they gave...a self-centered act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how we got this way?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-7244429260646551826?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/7244429260646551826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=7244429260646551826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/7244429260646551826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/7244429260646551826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2009/06/giving.html' title='Giving'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-3920779341611045393</id><published>2009-06-02T15:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T15:58:24.180-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ministry Musing'/><title type='text'>Ministry Musings: Hospitality</title><content type='html'>When was the last time you were new somewhere?  What sort of things did you look for?  What kind of things were you wondering about?  How quickly, and easily, your concerns and questions were addressed went a long ways in determining their hospitality, which probably went a long way in determining whether or not you returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have talked about a desire to grow here at St. Luke's Lutheran Church, which means we are going to hopefully have people visiting for the first time and they will be asking questions on their way here, and as they enter.  How easily they find answers will go a long way for them feeling welcome and wanting to return.&lt;br /&gt;I know when I am going places I’m wondering things like: Where am I going to park?  Where am I supposed go in?  Can I find the bathrooms easily if the need should arise?  Will I be warmly welcomed?  Will I be able to follow along?  How will I know what to do so I can blend in?  What are the unspoken rules?  Will there be a place for me to take my child to quiet him down or change a diaper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are we doing with out hospitality at St. Luke’s?  If you are a visitor coming for the first time, showing up as worship is about to start, is there a clear place to park?  Is there clear signage as to where to enter and where to find things around the facility?  What are our unspoken rules about where people sit, how we take communion, how we interact, etc?  How many people introduce themselves to new faces and how many speak only to family and friends?  Is there something we could be offering first time visitors, like a gift or a cup of coffee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the course of the summer I encourage you to invite a friend or family member to come as a “spy” and see how we are doing with hospitality.  I also invite you to attend a different congregation (perhaps when you’re away on vacation) and make note of what that experience is like as a visitor, making note of things we can do to help welcome the stranger (something Jesus encouraged us to do by the way).  It’s amazing how far a little old fashioned hospitality will go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-3920779341611045393?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/3920779341611045393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=3920779341611045393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/3920779341611045393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/3920779341611045393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2009/06/ministry-musings-hospitality.html' title='Ministry Musings: Hospitality'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-1125516938271292734</id><published>2009-05-20T23:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T23:04:22.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Is Obama</title><content type='html'>This is for a friend, I think he knows who he is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style='font:11px arial; 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Full Episodes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style='padding:3px; width:33%;'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='font:10px arial; color:#333; text-decoration:none;' href='http://www.thedailyshow.com/tagSearchResults.jhtml?term=Clusterf%23%40k+to+the+Poor+House'&gt;Economic Crisis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style='padding:3px; width:33%;'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='font:10px arial; color:#333; text-decoration:none;' href='http://www.thedailyshow.com/tagSearchResults.jhtml?term=Republicans'&gt;Political Humor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-1125516938271292734?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/1125516938271292734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=1125516938271292734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/1125516938271292734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/1125516938271292734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2009/05/who-is-obama.html' title='Who Is Obama'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-5454331385259098850</id><published>2009-04-20T11:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T11:33:24.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Believing</title><content type='html'>Yesterday in the sermon I talked about how Jesus saying to Thomas, "Have you believed because you have seen?  Blessed are those who have not seen yet believe" begs the question of us today, "What do you believe?"  The reading from Acts then also begged the follow-up question of "What difference does it (what you believe) make in your life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you've had some time for it to settle in a little, what is it that you believe?  What difference does it make in your life?  Where do you see your faith lived out in your day to day life?  I would to hear some of your thoughts and stories, so please post a comment and we'll see where the discussion might lead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-5454331385259098850?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/5454331385259098850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=5454331385259098850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/5454331385259098850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/5454331385259098850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2009/04/believing.html' title='Believing'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-2018626833030762298</id><published>2009-04-10T12:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T12:03:00.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday's Comin'</title><content type='html'>Some people struggle with calling today "Good Friday" because they want to know what's so good about it?  This is a sad day, or sad week, in the church year.  I am tempted to say that it's not so much sad as serious, but that's probably a subtle difference that doesn't matter much.  However, in regards to what is so "good" about this Friday let me offer the following video clip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/naajYZSbWdw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/naajYZSbWdw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" 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/18961237-2018626833030762298?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/2018626833030762298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=2018626833030762298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/2018626833030762298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/2018626833030762298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2009/04/sundays-comin.html' title='Sunday&apos;s Comin&apos;'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-8658578580935718363</id><published>2009-04-09T10:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T10:21:14.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maundy Thursday</title><content type='html'>So the word "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Maundy&lt;/span&gt;" gives us the word, "Mandate" and so today we celebrate this new mandate that Jesus gave us at the Last Supper.  This "new" mandate?  To love one another.  Is that really all so "new?"  I am no Biblical expert, but I recall something in Deuteronomy saying, "Love the Lord your God with all your heart, soul, and mind and love your neighbor as yourself."  If you ask me, that sounds awful similar, and not exactly "new."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that same night, Jesus removed his outer robe and got down and washed the feet of the disciples, a humble act of service one would not expect from the Son of God.  Only a few short (or long, I suppose depending on your perspective) Jesus was suffering on the cross on our behalf a selfless act of love like no other.  If this is the level of love that Jesus was referring to, and I believe He was, then maybe it is a "new" mandate after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will you be celebrating this new mandate, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Maundy&lt;/span&gt; Thursday, today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-8658578580935718363?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/8658578580935718363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=8658578580935718363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/8658578580935718363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/8658578580935718363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2009/04/maundy-thursday.html' title='Maundy Thursday'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-6012044039531809425</id><published>2009-04-08T11:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T11:31:16.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift of Worship</title><content type='html'>Here is a video I came across encouraging our worship to be "genuine," that it be about the object of our worship and not about us.  I like the line at the end that invites us to come and gaze and the cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yszO18FxluU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yszO18FxluU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the sentiment of the clip, but not so much the music included.  I found another version &lt;a href="http://www.crosswalk.com/video/11576826/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; with music I prefer, if you would rather, but I don't know how to embed it in this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-6012044039531809425?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/6012044039531809425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=6012044039531809425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/6012044039531809425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/6012044039531809425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2009/04/gift-of-worship.html' title='The Gift of Worship'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-70711636880842014</id><published>2009-04-06T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T13:47:01.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Communion Follow-Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.workingpreacher.org/preaching_print.aspx?commentary_id=279"&gt;Here &lt;/a&gt;is an excellent reminder of the context in which Paul shared the words of institution in his letter to the Corinthians.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-70711636880842014?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/70711636880842014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=70711636880842014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/70711636880842014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/70711636880842014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2009/04/communion-follow-up.html' title='Communion Follow-Up'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-9188424043987269442</id><published>2009-04-06T10:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T10:37:29.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Communion</title><content type='html'>On Thursday our readings will lead us back to the night in which Jesus was betrayed and shared, for the first time, what we no know as communion.  So this morning I've been thinking about communion.  I wonder if we as a church have soiled the practice through our traditions that attempt to keep "good order?"  I find it interesting that over the years, because we hold communion in such high estate, we have decided that we need to put stipulations on who is allowed to participate and who is not.  The chief deciding factor seems to be a clear understanding.  That's why in some denominations you need to be a member of that church or in other denominations you need to be of a certain age so you can take the class to be allowed to participate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure there is good reason for this, but I also find it somewhat comical.  For one, a big dividing point that has created a variety of different denominations is disagreement over the what communion means and what is really happening.  When we gather around the table is it just a symbolic act?  Is Jesus somehow "magically" appear in the bread and the wine?  These are some serious differences, but also differences that brilliant church leaders and theologians have been unable to agree upon.  How then can we require people to understand what is happening in communion if we don't even know?  Does that mean none of us are eligible until we're dead and can ask God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wonder about this need to understand to participate when I think of the disciples on that night.  Do you suppose it all made sense to everyone of them in the moment?  I imagine there was a lot more confusion than there was understanding.  I can only imagine that as they were out in the garden waiting upon Jesus as he went off and prayed that there were a few whispered, "What the f*@# just happened in there?" between disciples.  What makes us think we can understand it all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is this whole deciding who gets to participate and who doesn't business.  How did we become so arrogant?  I don't recall Jesus stipulating who was participating nor specific people that He died for in lieu of others.  The words I speak each week are, "This cup is the new covenant in my blood, shed for you and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for all people&lt;/span&gt; for the forgiveness of sin."  Who, then, are we as a church to limit how "all people" should include?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just kind of makes me wonder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-9188424043987269442?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/9188424043987269442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=9188424043987269442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/9188424043987269442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/9188424043987269442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2009/04/communion.html' title='Communion'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-4690371951667839010</id><published>2009-04-03T08:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T08:43:05.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dramatic Ad</title><content type='html'>What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DYw77_lzbHY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DYw77_lzbHY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" 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/18961237-4690371951667839010?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/4690371951667839010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=4690371951667839010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/4690371951667839010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/4690371951667839010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2009/04/dramatic-ad.html' title='Dramatic Ad'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-153414162480490863</id><published>2009-03-30T08:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T08:44:30.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ministry Musing: The Cost</title><content type='html'>Have you ever heard the expression, “You’re going to have to pay for it one way or another?” It holds true for most of life, even ministry. As we talk about our hopes and dreams for ministry we need to keep in mind the other part of that expression, “Nothing in life is free.” Generally speaking, I believe we have to pay for ministry in one of three ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first way we pay for ministry is the obvious money. We need to pay for staff, both those leading the program and the ones supporting the program. Depending on the ministry we may need to pay for supplies and/or space to carry out the ministry. We will need to pay for them either through the church budget or generous donations, either way they will need to be paid for, which leads us to…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second way we pay for ministry is through our time. If we don’t pay to hire a youth minister then we need people to volunteer their time to lead the youth. If we don’t hire a children’s minister to work with our youngest of children then we need people to volunteer their time to teach the children. Even when we add paid staff to run programs we need to people to volunteer and work with people. We all have our limits of the number of people we connect with and as the ol’ saying goes, “Jesus had a youth group of twelve and apparently that was one too many.” The paid ministry, then, largely becomes the resident expert who can help the volunteers stay up with the latest, most effective ways of doing ministry in their specific areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final way we pay for ministry is the one we pray we might never have to use, it just simply doesn’t happen. If we desire to send a group on a mission trip and we don’t pay for a leader through one of the first two ways then it won’t happen and we pay by not having that experience. If we want to see our youth ministry grow and we don’t hire a youth minister and nobody comes forward to lead then we pay price of not nurturing the faith of our youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choice, really, is ours to make. We want ministry to happen. We want ministry to grow. How will we choose to pay for it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-153414162480490863?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/153414162480490863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=153414162480490863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/153414162480490863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/153414162480490863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2009/03/ministry-musing-cost.html' title='Ministry Musing: The Cost'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-1317708047115618094</id><published>2009-03-26T13:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T13:43:34.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>OK, so I haven't died or anything, I've just gotten swept up in the chaos of Lent.  For the sake of my sanity I need to return to a regular practice of updating this Blog.  I don't know what others think, but for my sake and for the sake of clearing my head I need to spend a little more time here each day.  So I hope, in the days and weeks ahead to be more regular once again with my updates... and hopefully that will make everyone happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-1317708047115618094?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/1317708047115618094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=1317708047115618094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/1317708047115618094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/1317708047115618094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2009/03/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-8261076076152349392</id><published>2009-03-14T20:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T20:56:13.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural Highs</title><content type='html'>I got the following e-mail listing natural highs.  I thought there were some good ones.  What are your favorites?  What might you add to the list?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;Falling in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Laughing so hard your face hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A hot shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. No lines at the supermarket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A special glance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Getting mail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Taking a drive on a pretty road.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Hearing your favorite song on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Lying in bed &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1237081958_2"&gt;listening to the rain&lt;/span&gt; outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Hot towels fresh out of the dryer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Chocolate milkshake (vanilla or strawberry).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. A &lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1237081958_3"&gt;bubble bath&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Giggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Finding a 20 dollar bill in your coat from last winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Laughing at yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Looking into their eyes and knowing they Love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Midnight phone calls that last for hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Running through sprinklers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Laughing for absolutely no reason at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Having someone tell you that you're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Laughing at an inside joke with FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Accidentally overhearing someone say something nice about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Waking up and realizing you still have a few hours left to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.  Your first kiss (either the very first or with a new partner).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1237081958_4"&gt;Making new friends&lt;/span&gt; or spending time with old ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Playing with a new puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Having someone play with your hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1237081958_5"&gt;Sweet dreams&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1237081958_6"&gt;Hot chocolate&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Road trips with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Swinging on swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Making eye contact with a cute stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Making &lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1237081958_7"&gt;chocolate chip cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Having your friends send you homemade cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. &lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1237081958_8"&gt;Holding hands&lt;/span&gt; with someone you care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Running into an old friend and realizing that some things (good or bad) never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Watching the expression on someone's face as they open a much desired present from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Watching the sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41..  Getting out of bed every morning and being grateful for another beautiful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Knowing that somebody misses you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Getting a hug from someone you care about deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Knowing you ' ve done the right thing, no matter what other people think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-8261076076152349392?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/8261076076152349392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=8261076076152349392' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/8261076076152349392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/8261076076152349392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2009/03/natural-highs.html' title='Natural Highs'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-7532261679120937147</id><published>2009-03-11T10:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T10:21:11.761-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Took My Place</title><content type='html'>I came across the following story as I was preparing for my sermon this week....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;There is a story about a man who visited a church. He parked his car and started toward the front entrance. Another car pulled up nearby, and the irritated driver said to him, "I always park there. You took my place!" The visitor went inside and found that Sunday School was about to begin. He found an adult class, went inside, and sat down. A class member approached him and said, "That's my seat! You took my place!" The visitor was somewhat distressed by this rude welcome, but said nothing. After Sunday School, the visitor went into the sanctuary and sat down in an empty pew. Within moments another member walked up to him and said, "That's where I always sit. You took my place!" The visitor was troubled, but said nothing. Later, as the congregation was praying for Christ to be present with them, the visitor stood, and his appearance began to change. Scars became visible on his hands and on his sandaled feet. Someone from the congregation noticed him and cried out, "What happened to you?" The visitor replied, "I took your place."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things that happen in church are silly. Some things are down right scandalous. Some things may even be sacrilegious. But the Church is still the body of Christ and it was for the Church that Christ died. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-7532261679120937147?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/7532261679120937147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=7532261679120937147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/7532261679120937147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/7532261679120937147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-took-my-place.html' title='You Took My Place'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-2500351673815908407</id><published>2009-03-10T20:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T20:23:22.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ministry Musings: Growth</title><content type='html'>One of the things that was expressed by a number of people at the cottage meetings was they would like to see the congregation grow to the point of bursting at the seams.  Once again I have to ask, why?  Is it so that we can feel good about ourselves?  Is it because we know people who haven’t heard the promise of the saving Grace of God and we desperately want them to hear this Good News?  What if, instead of those who have not heard the good news coming to us, we took this message to them?  Would we be accomplishing the spirit of this goal/dream if we were tell every household in Rome about Jesus and our relationship with Him, but saw virtually no increase in our Sunday morning attendance?  What is more important?  How does that reframe our goals/dreams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if, our dream started coming true and we started growing in attendance and participation in leaps and bounds (something I think could very realistically happen)?  Do you realize that’s probably going to mean making changes and you needing to make some sacrifices?  It might mean a change in the style of how we worship.  It might mean needing to sing different hymns/songs than what we’re comfortable with on Sunday morning.  It might mean needing to welcome somebody different into your pew, or finding a new one all together.  It might mean needing build a whole new facility, which will cost us a lot of money.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It most certainly will mean needing to pay more money to adequately staff the programs and activities a larger amount of people will necessitate.  In fact, studies show that if we are going to grow we will need to increase our staff.  According to the Alban Institute a congregation needs one full-time program minister (i.e. pastor, youth director, etc.) for every 100 people worshiping on a weekly basis just to maintain their programming.  That means we are currently staffed to decrease, to maintain we should have a half time program minister, to grow we would need to add a full-time minister.  That doesn’t include the support staff (i.e. secretaries, janitors, etc.) needed to go along with them…Are you ready to grow?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-2500351673815908407?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/2500351673815908407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=2500351673815908407' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/2500351673815908407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/2500351673815908407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2009/03/ministry-musings-growth.html' title='Ministry Musings: Growth'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-4605248410814608464</id><published>2009-03-04T14:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T14:27:23.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ministry Musing: Membership</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;One of the things that was expressed by a  number of people at the cottage meetings was they would like to see the  membership grow.  Specifically, a number of people expressed a desire, or  need, to reinvolve people who have become inactive.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;I guess my first question is to ask,  why?  I suspect an underlying motivation for some is that if we get more  people to join they will give more money.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;That in turn would free us up to do more ministry, a noble  aspiration.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Something to keep in  mind is that to be considered an “active” member is to contribute financially  once every two years, and that can be as little as $1.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is also been shown that it takes  about 7 years before somebody starts giving of any  significance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;My second question is, what does it mean  to be a member?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One thing I know  membership is not and that is salvation.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I fear that sometimes we equate church membership to our salvation, which  I do not find any support for in the Bible.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the Lutheran church we talk about  being baptized into the body of Christ.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;What good is it to have an arm, a leg, or an eye if they do nothing?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think there is an expectation with  membership that you are contributing in significant ways to the whole.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nobody wants to be the spleen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How are you choosing to  contribute?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;I know of a congregation, not Lutheran  mind you, that requires you sign a covenant agreeing to teach a Sunday school  class, be involved in a weekly small group, attend worship 3 out of every 4  Sundays, tithe, and serve on a committee.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Now that means something to say you’re a member of that  congregation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course, we in the  Lutheran church believe in Grace so our expectations aren’t nearly that  high.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To become a member here you  need to attend the orientation and then need to partake in communion or give  offering once in the course of a two year period.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Have we set the bar too low?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What should be our expectations for  membership?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!-- end sanitized html --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-4605248410814608464?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/4605248410814608464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=4605248410814608464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/4605248410814608464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/4605248410814608464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2009/03/ministry-musing-membership.html' title='Ministry Musing: Membership'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-4849390976381737504</id><published>2009-02-27T07:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T07:52:44.702-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Forks</title><content type='html'>The &lt;a href="http://revgalblogpals.blogspot.com/"&gt;RevGals&lt;/a&gt; gave us a good Friday Five today.  I just hope I'm up for the challenge.  So without further ado here it is: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at a life-changing juncture. I do not know which way I will go, but I have been thinking about the times, people and events that changed my life (for good or ill) in significant ways. For today's Friday Five, share with us five "fork-in-the-road" events, or persons, or choices. And how did life change after these forks in the road?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Visalia: After college I was looking to do youth ministry in my hometown where I knew where "stuff" was while I figured out what a youth minister does.  Instead God drove me to the wilderness of CA where I knew nothing.  It was there that I learned it was OK to go so far away from home.  It was there that I was affirmed in my call and my leadership potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Dawn:  As I entered seminary I was very single, but had no interest in any of the women if for no other reason than who would want to deal with being a clergy couple?  That sounded like a nightmare.  Then I met Dawn and I couldn't get her out of my head.  A year and a half later I was done with seminary and we were getting married.  Now that she is done with seminary it is going to be a headache figuring out the clergy couple part, but chasing after her may be the best choice I ever made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Andrew:  He will be six months in a couple of days.  In some ways this parenthood is all too knew to properly reflect upon.  Those who are parents know that it changes everything, but I can't really explain how.  It is awesome.  He is awesome.  Who knew that a smile, cackle, or spit bubble could so easily melt away all of the other stresses weighing you down for the day.  I now see the world in a whole new way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Byron:  In many ways it was a wonderful place for my first call.  I had a supportive senior pastor, some great people, and we were in between my family and the in-laws... and we were in commuting distance of seminary for Dawn.  We had an awesome text study where I believe I made some lifelong friends.  On the other hand there were a number of people often worked against me, even launching some very hurtful personal attacks.  I didn't realize how very hurt I was until I got here and have been loved intensely and I have felt the healing in profound ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Dad: I wasn't sure where to go with this last one, but I think I have to give it to my Dad.  I watched him as I grew up playing with us kids, a regular at church, and running all the time.  So I guess I have to give him some credit for influencing my desire to play with Andrew and winding up working in the church (before it goes to his head there were others as well).  However, the nod goes to him here because of the running.  I watched him run somewhere in the neighborhood of 30+ marathons.  While it's been a struggle to run in recent years the desire is deeply ingrained in me.  I have completed 11 marathons now myself.  Running has also led me to my newest passion and that's coaching.  It seems that every year I've had the opportunity to coach I've started enjoying it even more.  Just over a week and a new track season begins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I clearly answered the challenge on this one.  I think each of these people or places changed me for the better.  I'm sure there are things that have changed me for the worse, but they just didn't come to mind this morning.  If you've got some life changing "forks" I'd love to hear about those as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-4849390976381737504?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/4849390976381737504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=4849390976381737504' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/4849390976381737504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/4849390976381737504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2009/02/five-forks.html' title='Five Forks'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-7265853729208096333</id><published>2009-02-24T17:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T17:29:00.441-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Delicate Balance of Optimism</title><content type='html'>I've been watching various people over this past week talk about our current economic crisis.  (Honestly, I don't think you can avoid it if you watch the news.)  On the one hand I heard a few people talking about how we've lived off false optimism for too long.  If there was one thing President Bush was good at it, was remaining confident, or at least projecting confidence, throughout whatever we faced.  (Might we call that a theology of glory in the church?)  At the same time that became a problem because it led many to deny reality.  Consequently we started living beyond our means.  I've heard that we were living, on average, at 107% of our income.  No budget can sustain that for any length of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, more recently, I've heard that big flaw from President Obama is that he hasn't projected enough optimism.  His staff is arguing that he is trying be realistic (Might we call that a theology of the cross in the church?) in the face of uniquely difficult times.  Yet, it seems more than anything the stock market NEEDS an injection of positivity and hope that we will recover from this rough patch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't know what the solution is, but it does seem clear that there is a fine line between healthy optimism and overconfidence.  I have faith that our leadership can walk that line... especially if folks take a head to Gov. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Schwartzenager's&lt;/span&gt; words on "This Week with George &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Stephanopolous&lt;/span&gt;" where he talked about there being a time to toe the party a line and a time to step out from that for the good of the people you're serving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-7265853729208096333?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/7265853729208096333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=7265853729208096333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/7265853729208096333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/7265853729208096333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2009/02/delicate-balance-of-optimism.html' title='The Delicate Balance of Optimism'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-7185391448727010032</id><published>2009-02-24T15:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T15:29:30.001-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do You Do With Ash Wednesday?</title><content type='html'>I think Ash Wednesday poses an interesting conundrum for the church, or at the very least my preaching.  On the one hand we have the Jesus preaching in &lt;a href="http://bible.crosswalk.com/OnlineStudyBible/bible.cgi?word=Matthew+6%3A1-6%2C+16-21&amp;amp;version=nrs&amp;amp;new=1&amp;amp;oq="&gt;Matthew &lt;/a&gt;about not being "showy" about our faith, but to live out our faith as if only God were watching (my paraphrase).  Then on the other hand we put these big smudges of ash on our foreheads showing the whole world how very religious we all are.  It feels to me like on the one hand we are telling people not to act "this" way and then turn around say we will now live our our faith "this" way.  What do you think?  How do we avoid making Ash Wednesday Worship a service of contradiction?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-7185391448727010032?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/7185391448727010032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=7185391448727010032' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/7185391448727010032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/7185391448727010032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-do-you-do-with-ash-wednesday.html' title='What Do You Do With Ash Wednesday?'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-6431528693926276490</id><published>2009-02-18T11:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T11:56:13.684-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in the Valley</title><content type='html'>My wife grew up in Southwestern Wisconsin where everybody lives either "on the ridge" or "in the valley."  I've been thinking about that as I think about our &lt;a href="http://bible.crosswalk.com/OnlineStudyBible/bible.cgi?word=Mark+9%3A2-9&amp;amp;version=nrs&amp;amp;new=1&amp;amp;oq="&gt;Transfiguration Gospel&lt;/a&gt; for this coming week.  In our story for this week we see a couple of disciples go up to the mountain top where they see the glory of the Son of God.  Yet, isn't the true glory as they come down the mountain?  As the venture into the valley and they continue life, life in community, that is where the true glory of Christ is revealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, let's look at it a slightly different way.  Transfiguration Sunday is the Sunday that leads into Lent.  On the other end of Lent is another "mountain" top, where Christ is crucified.  Lent, becomes the valley between two mountain tops.  On the one end we have the mountain top we want and on the other is the mountain top we need.  In between lies a life of ups, downs, and suffering which ultimately leads us to the cross.  In that valley, leading us to the cross, lies a community that walks with us to the cross.  Now isn't that really true glory?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-6431528693926276490?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/6431528693926276490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=6431528693926276490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/6431528693926276490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/6431528693926276490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-in-valley.html' title='Life in the Valley'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-8072605114006248382</id><published>2009-02-11T08:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T08:31:20.283-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Challenge with Change</title><content type='html'>Being in a new location, a new call, you can't help but think about change.  I'm experiencing all kinds of change living and interacting with all kinds of new people.  I look around at the ministry we're doing here and I see things I want to change.  I know I can't change it all at once, and I also know I need to be smart about how we might go about change.  I know we can't just change for change sake, but at the same time I realize it is much easier to suggest change than to have it suggested. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, one of the great challenges in proposing change is that it can very easily be heard as invalidating what has been done in the past.  Say for instance you move into a new house and you suggest that you need to change the 70's shag carpet.  The previous owner just might hear that as their choice of carpet was a bad choice.  At the time it was probably a good choice, but now there are options that might work a little better for the current needs.  If I were to suggest we change the way we worship or do a certain program might not the same thing happen?  Might it be heard that what they are doing was a "bad" choice.  It isn't at all a "bad" way of doing it, but it might be time for an update... and I'm really trying to help and not tear down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if I can just learn to hear that in my personal life.  How might things go differently if I didn't hear Dawn's suggestions of doing things a different way not as a personal attack but an honest effort to help?... sometimes it's easier to ask others to change than to change yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-8072605114006248382?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/8072605114006248382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=8072605114006248382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/8072605114006248382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/8072605114006248382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2009/02/challenge-with-change.html' title='A Challenge with Change'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-3210000970073447170</id><published>2009-02-10T07:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T07:27:54.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Business As Usual</title><content type='html'>Is anybody else tired of watching the news talk about the attempts to get a stimulus bill passed?  I admit I had hope that this might go a little differently this time.  We had elected new leadership and more importantly we are facing a serious situation with our economy.  I thought maybe it was a serious enough situation that politicians might be able to set aside some of their fierce party loyalty and compromise a little.  Both sides of the aisle have ideas for the stimulation package that are going to make a difference as well as ideas that are limited in this current state of financial crisis.  Yet what it largely seems to be is the Democrats writing the bill the way they want it to be and the Republicans refuting all points until they get one that looks exactly like the one they want.  So isn't there a middle ground?  Why can't these people change and learn to work together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I should know better as a Christian.  Isn't that why the church is still in business, peoples stubborn refusal to change their behavior?  When was the last time you read a story from the Bible and couldn't relate it to something or someone today?  The bible is filled with stories that are thousands of years old, stories that have been told and written down to help us change our behavior.  So maybe we need to worry more about the plank in our own eye than the speck in theirs... although I do still wish more political talk would center around the actual ideas and less around fiercely loyal party lines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-3210000970073447170?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/3210000970073447170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=3210000970073447170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/3210000970073447170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/3210000970073447170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2009/02/business-as-usual.html' title='Business As Usual'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-2230049508241686392</id><published>2009-02-02T09:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T09:42:10.998-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadows</title><content type='html'>Today we'll see on a number of news programs a big deal made about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Puxatony&lt;/span&gt; Phil seeing his shadow and what sort of implications that will have on our winter.  It is kind of a fun tradition, although having lived most of my life in MN and now in WI it also seems a little silly.  Honestly?  We'll have at least six more weeks of winter.  We are nowhere near being done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, with Lent beginning so early, it was even more appropriate though.  You see this annual tradition reminds me of another shadow as well, the shadow of the cross.  As Christians we live in the shadow of the cross.  During the season of Lent we are intensely aware of that, but in reality it is all year round that we live below the shadow of the cross.  It is what Christ did for us on the cross that shapes who we are, what we do, and how we see the world.  It is the great irony of the faith that in the cross, in death, that we find life.  We must ultimately die to our old selves so that we may be raised again to new life in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To live in the shadow of the cross is to know that it is all about Jesus.  To live in the shadow of the cross is to be reminded that there is suffering in this life and that God walks with us in that suffering, that where there is suffering there is God.  To live in the shadow of the cross is to be called to love and serve our neighbor.  To live in the shadow of the cross is to live in the reality of life; even when it might be stark, harsh, or difficult; a reality that is grounded in love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-2230049508241686392?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/2230049508241686392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=2230049508241686392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/2230049508241686392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/2230049508241686392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2009/02/shadows.html' title='Shadows'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-5091861909773795384</id><published>2009-01-30T10:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T10:41:18.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HGTV Five</title><content type='html'>As some know we recently got DishNetwork TV.  My wife claimed fears of the station never leaving ESPN.  As it turns out it seems the remote can't make it beyond HGTV.  Who's really in control here?  Anyway, that being said I find today's Friday Five fitting... that and we just moved into the parsonage, so we're limited in the changes that are reasonable to make so it makes it a little more interesting (at least for me) to dream about possibilities since most can't even be tried (consequently they all remain good ideas in my brain).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, my questions to you this fine Friday involve your home past, present or future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) If you could, what room in the place you are currently living would you redo first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I would probably start with combining two of the bedrooms upstairs (all 4 are upstairs) and making it one large master suite.  I think it would be fun to have a large bedroom with our own fancy bathroom and walk-in closet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What is the most hideous feature/color/decor item you have ever seen in a home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I think there are few folks who would argue for the vase that we got from a White Elephant gift exchange at our church staff Christmas party a few years ago... although, I do kind of like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SYMrplMYwyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1tLng68lyZk/s1600-h/DSCN0036.JPG"&gt;               &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SYMrplMYwyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1tLng68lyZk/s200/DSCN0036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297125580076532514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What feature do you most covet? Do you have it? If not, is it within reach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Personally, I would love to have a large, flatscreen HDTV.  I think we're a ways away from that.  We're even further away from my childhood dream of an indoor swimming pool.  I think that would be totally AWESOME, but not all so realistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Your kitchen - love it or hate it? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I don't know that it's a love or a hate, but perhaps sliding towards the hate end.  It definitely is larger than our last kitchen, at least cupboard wise.  We also love that we finally have dishwasher that isn't human.  At the same time, I would like to update the cupboards, you know spruce them up a bit.  I also would prefer a gas range top instead of the electric coils.  Although, I do love the magic my wife can work in there, I am so fortunate to be married to an excellent cook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Here is $10,000 and you HAVE to spend it on the place you are living now. What do y&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ou do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ooh, that's a tough one.  I might be tempted to go with the master bedroom project above.  I also would be tempted to look at upgrading some of the things like the furnace to make the place more energy efficient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BONUS: Why do you think there was such a surplus of ugly bathroom tile colors showcased in all homes built from the 1950's right through the early 80's?  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Were they really that bad?  Maybe I need to work on my sense of color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-5091861909773795384?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/5091861909773795384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=5091861909773795384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/5091861909773795384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/5091861909773795384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2009/01/hgtv-five.html' title='HGTV Five'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SYMrplMYwyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1tLng68lyZk/s72-c/DSCN0036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-7148071717593271236</id><published>2009-01-28T09:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T09:45:46.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Worship as Dance</title><content type='html'>I came across something today that credits famed Christian author C.S. Lewis comparing worship to a dance, when arguing against liturgical innovators who seemed to be wanting to create a weekly variety show in worship.  Here is what I found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"Worship, Lewis wrote, should be a bit like dancing. Once you have learned how to dance and have become good at it, you are able to immerse yourself in the dance and just do it almost without thinking about it.  But if you must constantly look down at your feet, if you have to think about each movement before you actually make it, then you can't dance yet but are just learning how to dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Worship is like that, Lewis thought.  A believer should be able to move through the liturgy without having to check his every movement first.  An ideal service would be one you hardly notice in the sense of your simply being immersed and caught up in a set of actions and a series of thoughts that are fully a part of you already."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that analogy because I too believe worship is to be something that should flow out of us.  I like, as well, that a good dance is one that has a firm, technical base but when it gets really good is when the dancers improvise and make minor adjustments to the dance along the way.  Finally, what makes for a good dance is a good dance partner and in worship we join with the best of partners... remember good dance partners are not strangers, but ones who have an intimate connection with one another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-7148071717593271236?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/7148071717593271236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=7148071717593271236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/7148071717593271236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/7148071717593271236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2009/01/worship-as-dance.html' title='Worship as Dance'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-8192074633235128996</id><published>2009-01-27T14:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T14:16:31.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Astonished</title><content type='html'>When was the last time you were astonished?  What was it?  Why were you astonished?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gospel reading for this Sunday says that after Jesus taught in the synagogue the people were astonished.  I don't know if it's just me, but it seems that Jesus has become more ho-hum than astonishing.  Why isn't Jesus so remarkable... astonishing any more?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-8192074633235128996?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/8192074633235128996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=8192074633235128996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/8192074633235128996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/8192074633235128996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2009/01/astonished.html' title='Astonished'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-8871409112296541154</id><published>2009-01-27T07:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T07:54:50.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Relief</title><content type='html'>I tend to be the kind of person who doesn't really care about money.  I've come to learn that my dislike for money largely rises out of the realization that money just seems to cause stress and anxiety... and I don't like those kinds of things.  I've been trying to remind myself that the house not selling back in MN is "just money" and that there are more important things in life.  I think I was doing pretty good with it, but then this last weekend we got an offer on the house that we're accepting.  We're going to take quite the financial loss (at least for us it's pretty significant), but we're pretty sure it's worth the relief that we feel.  Our start here in Rome has been great, which reassures us that we've come to the right place in trying to follow God's call.  We'll still need to make a few more mortgage payments towards a house we're not using, but with paperwork signed it is much easier to say, "It's just money" because we are feeling a sweet relief this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-8871409112296541154?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/8871409112296541154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=8871409112296541154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/8871409112296541154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/8871409112296541154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2009/01/sweet-relief.html' title='Sweet Relief'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-4880176054743221600</id><published>2009-01-23T15:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T15:04:00.701-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Theology Thought</title><content type='html'>My understanding of the definition of theology is that it means, "words about God."  It is, then, our attempt to use words to describe God and God's actions.  Yet, they are our words.  They are human words, not The Word.  So why is that we act like theology is "done", that we have come up with the defining words about The Word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't expect scientists to ever be finished.  We expect that there will always be something new to discover.  We don't expect artists to ever be finished.  We expect that there will always be another picture to create or story to tell.  Why, then, would we ever expect to be done discovering and telling about God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, theologians like Martin Luther and John Calvin were absolutely brilliant.  Yet, somehow, I suspect that if we were to bring them back from the dead they would probably agree that they had not spoken/written the definitive word on God.  Yet we teach people as if they have... is it any wonder that seminary education sometimes feels a bit lifeless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that it's about high time we start reclaiming our wrestling match with theology.  We need to recognize that our theologies are just human words and sometimes they will sound childish and maybe even be a misunderstanding.  However, we ought to continue to mold and craft our understanding of God.  I have a hunch that's part of what's been so refreshing for so many people with books like, "&lt;a href="http://theshackbook.com/"&gt;The Shack&lt;/a&gt;"... because it comes off as an honest, raw wrestling with theology.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-4880176054743221600?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/4880176054743221600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=4880176054743221600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/4880176054743221600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/4880176054743221600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2009/01/theology-thought.html' title='A Theology Thought'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-6253537911562322266</id><published>2009-01-22T14:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T15:03:59.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Inauguration Coverage</title><content type='html'>After watching some of the media coverage of the inauguration this last week I have become more convinced that the media lacks, more than ever, the ability to differentiate, to keep things in proper perspective.  We see it on both sides of the news now.  When a tragedy like a hurricane, tornado, or flood wiping out a city happens they dwell on it for days on end, digging into every little piece of minutia.  They refuse to break away from the scene of the story, even if they don't have any new developments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather reports are great for that.  You get a tornado warning and they'll sit and talk about tornadoes and the potential damage they can do for hours.  They'll bring in a guy who survived a tornado twenty years ago, yet there may not be a single tornado that touches down in the viewing area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coverage of the Barrack Obama inauguration had a similar feel to me.  I agree that the election and inauguration of our first "black" president was significant historically.  However, did it need non-stop, 24-7, news coverage for 2-3 straight days?  I am of the opinion that when you start analyzing and reanalyzing the fashion choices of the Obama family you are no longer reporting news.  That, to me, is to suggest that the producers (the decision makers at the networks) have lost perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-6253537911562322266?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/6253537911562322266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=6253537911562322266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/6253537911562322266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/6253537911562322266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2009/01/inauguration-coverage.html' title='Inauguration Coverage'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-2636576348251859811</id><published>2009-01-20T09:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T09:26:54.118-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama Thoughts?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I made reference to the importance of "The Cosby Show."  I hope you read it as it was intended in terms of its pop culture significance.  Having celebrated Martin Luther King, Jr. yesterday and now gearing up for the inauguration, I'm wondering what your thoughts are in terms of the significance of Barack Obama being sworn in as the 44th president? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, who are those people that you see as blazing the path to make the election of an African American president?  MLK?  Muhammad Ali?  Jackie Robinson?  Malcom X?  Others?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-2636576348251859811?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/2636576348251859811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=2636576348251859811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/2636576348251859811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/2636576348251859811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2009/01/obama-thoughts.html' title='Obama Thoughts?'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-608064184395890730</id><published>2009-01-19T15:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T15:28:07.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama Inaugaration Thought</title><content type='html'>It was interesting watching "The Today Show" this morning... OK, it did get old essentially only having one topic, but that they were focused on the inauguration of our first "black" president on the same day we celebrate Martin Luther King, Jr.  One of the reports they had was speculating on whether Obama or 50 Cent will have a greater impact on this generation.  Here is one response to the report they had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe height="339" width="425" src="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/22425001/vp/28732830#28732830" frameborder="0" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;msnbcLinks&lt;/span&gt; {font-size:11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;px&lt;/span&gt;; font-family:&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Arial&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Helvetica&lt;/span&gt;, sans-serif; color: #999; margin-top: 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;px&lt;/span&gt;; background: transparent; text-align: center; width: 425&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;px&lt;/span&gt;;} .&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;msnbcLinks&lt;/span&gt; a {text-decoration:none !important; border-bottom: 1&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;px&lt;/span&gt; dotted #999 !important; font-weight:normal !important; height: 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;px&lt;/span&gt;;} .&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;msnbcLinks&lt;/span&gt; a:link, .&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;msnbcLinks&lt;/span&gt; a:visited {color: #5799db !important;} .&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;msnbcLinks&lt;/span&gt; a:hover, .&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;msnbcLinks&lt;/span&gt; a:active {color:#CC0000 !important;} &lt;/style&gt;&lt;p class="msnbcLinks"&gt;Visit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;msnbc&lt;/span&gt;.com for &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/"&gt;Breaking News&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3032507"&gt;World News&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3032072"&gt;News about the Economy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response got me to thinking about "The Cosby Show."  One of the things that they are lauding about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Obama's&lt;/span&gt; is that they are a black family still in tact.  Remarkable to many in a generation where that isn't always so much the case.  I have a hunch that in the long run Barack Obama will have a greater impact on our culture.  In the short term it just might be 50 Cent, or some other rap/pop music icon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I think any positive influence someone like Barack Obama, 50, or even folks like Jay-Z or P-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Diddy&lt;/span&gt; might have on the African American community has to have some roots in "The Cosby Show."  I believe that show went a long way in portraying a smart, educated, African American family in an extremely positive, All-American, light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An interesting (at least to me), related side note is that "The Cosby Show" was somewhat ground breaking by showing an intact African American family when that wasn't always so much the case in the the African American community.  (Or so certain media critics suggested at the time.)  Now it seems to be an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;aboration&lt;/span&gt; for our entire culture, no matter your race.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-608064184395890730?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/608064184395890730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=608064184395890730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/608064184395890730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/608064184395890730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2009/01/obama-inaugaration-thought.html' title='Obama Inaugaration Thought'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-3769357671088450907</id><published>2009-01-13T10:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T10:29:36.449-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Persistant Call</title><content type='html'>In our Old Testament reading on Sunday from &lt;a href="http://bible.crosswalk.com/OnlineStudyBible/bible.cgi?word=1+Samuel+3%3A1-10&amp;amp;section=0&amp;amp;version=nrs&amp;amp;new=1&amp;amp;oq=&amp;amp;NavBook=joh&amp;amp;NavGo=1&amp;amp;NavCurrentChapter=1"&gt;1 Samuel&lt;/a&gt; we have the Lord calling Samuel.  As you read the story I hope you notice the persistence of the Lord.  Over and over the Lord calls out to Samuel and instead he goes to Eli.  Finally it is Eli, who is going blind, who "sees" that it is the Lord who is actually calling.  How awesome is that?  How familiar does that sound?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts by noting that the word of the Lord was rare in those days.  Sound familiar?  I don't know about you, but I haven't noticed any burning bushes or any clear voice of God thundering from the sky lately.  What I wouldn't give for an e-mail or even a status update from God.  Yet, there is God calling... to Samuel none the less.  Unfortunately, he doesn't recognize the voice all so much.  It makes me wonder, how often is God calling our name and we simply miss it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This resonates with me as a pastor as well.  Unfortunately, many people want to think that pastors are ones who more in tune with God than others.  Yet during my years in seminary I don't recall any one sharing their call story and saying, "So one day I was called by God and next thing you know I was enrolled in classes."  In fact, the story was more one of God nagging at them and tugging at their hearts.  For most it was a matter of years before they responded.  I would say most stories were more stories of finally giving in to God than snapping to action in response to a clear voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness God is persistent since most of us don't hear all so clearly... not all so unlike Samuel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-3769357671088450907?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/3769357671088450907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=3769357671088450907' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/3769357671088450907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/3769357671088450907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2009/01/persistant-call.html' title='A Persistant Call'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-881635836556025222</id><published>2009-01-12T11:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T11:58:44.715-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Call: To Evangelism</title><content type='html'>Looking ahead to this weeks assigned texts, I get an overwhelming sense of call.  In the &lt;a href="http://bible.crosswalk.com/OnlineStudyBible/bible.cgi?word=John+1%3A43-51&amp;amp;section=0&amp;amp;version=nrs&amp;amp;new=1&amp;amp;oq=&amp;amp;NavBook=mr&amp;amp;NavGo=1&amp;amp;NavCurrentChapter=1"&gt;gospel&lt;/a&gt; reading there is a calling to evangelism.  As a life long Lutheran there is something that makes me a little nervous when I hear the "E" word.  Although, it is a little ironic since "Evangelical" is the "E" in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ELCA&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an evangelism that seems almost fitting of a Midwestern, Scandinavian Lutheran like myself.  First of all, with the way Philip approaches Nathanael I get the impression they know one another already.  So it seems to me the first step in this form of evangelism is to talk to a friend.  If for some reason you don't have friends I suppose the first step is to make a friend or two, but I somehow doubt that's the case for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, did you see the profound theological statement that Philip used?  He said, "Come and See."  So Philip didn't need any sort of eloquent explanation of why Nathanael should come to believe, but rather said, "Here take a look for yourself."  Perhaps you might say something like, "Would you like to join me for worship on Sunday?"  or "Would you like to join me when I go to activity x."  Then you can let someone else do the talking, or even better let Jesus do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, you should probably also note the response of Nathanael.  If I were to paraphrase I would say it was, "You're nuts!"  So it's not going to be shocking if your friends don't just jump at your invitation.  However, the seed has been planted and Jesus can work with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I think that's the kind of evangelism I can get on board with... at least for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-881635836556025222?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/881635836556025222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=881635836556025222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/881635836556025222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/881635836556025222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2009/01/call-to-evangelism.html' title='Call: To Evangelism'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-1142585778214631911</id><published>2009-01-10T11:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T11:01:00.972-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Amen</title><content type='html'>I think it's unfortunate that we've come to think of "Amen" as "the end" because that's not what it means.  It is an adamant acclamation saying, "Lord, let it be so!"  "This is what we want, Lord, make it happen!"  Perhaps that is why I like the line in Steve Curtis Chapman's song, "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1HNQl0a4Zcs"&gt;Let Us Pray&lt;/a&gt;" where it says, "Just because we say the word 'amen' doesn't mean this conversation needs to end."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, come on, and let us pray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-1142585778214631911?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/1142585778214631911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=1142585778214631911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/1142585778214631911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/1142585778214631911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2009/01/amen.html' title='Amen'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-7526265439866276014</id><published>2009-01-09T10:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T10:51:00.632-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let These Gifts, To Us Be Blessed</title><content type='html'>This petition begins with a reminder that all comes from God.  It was God, who in the beginning, created and God continues to create.  It was God who gave us the ability to work that we might make money so that we can purchase things like food, home, and clothing.  So this petition begins with a reminder that this building in which we sit, this food before us, and the good people surrounding us are not of our doing but but rather is a gift given to us by God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This petition also asks that these gifts would strengthen us so that God might be glorified.  It is prayer for the blessing first bestowed on Abraham, that we would be blessed to be a blessing.  We ask in this prayer that we might reflect the love and grace that first comes from God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-7526265439866276014?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/7526265439866276014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=7526265439866276014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/7526265439866276014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/7526265439866276014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2009/01/let-these-gifts-to-us-be-blessed.html' title='Let These Gifts, To Us Be Blessed'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-7292709740515122993</id><published>2009-01-09T08:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T08:24:24.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pancake Five</title><content type='html'>The boxes, OK not all of them but a good number of them, have been unpacked.  We're reconnected to the internet at home.  Thanks to these circumstances coming together I figured it was time to take dip back into the Friday Five circle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pull up a chair to the kitchen table and tell us all about your pancake preferences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Scratch or mix?  Buttermilk or plain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Of course they taste best from scratch, but more often than not we go with the "just add water" mix because we just don't allow for the time.  We tend to go with the buttermilk, however my wonderful wife has a great recipe for Oatmeal Pancakes that she got from a kids cookbook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Pure and simple, or with additions cooked in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Pure and simple is good, but I like a little fruit mixed in.  Blueberries?  Yes!  Bananas?  Yes!  Raspberries?  Yes!  There is a restaurant in St. Paul called "The Egg &amp;amp; I" and they have what they call Kamakaze Cakes.  You can get them in plain, buttermilk, buckwheat, and I think wholegrain.  They have fruit, granola, and a bunch of other stuff.  Really, one pancake is an entire meal.  They are absolutely AWESOME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. For breakfast or for dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I'm not so sure you can go wrong either way.  I think we end up having them for dinner slightly more often, but I honestly can't complain either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4. Preferred syrup or other topping?  How about the best side dish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I am most definitely a syrup guy, however in a strange twist for many I must request that you leave the butter off.  On the side I would say it's a toss up between sausage and hash browns, but I think I'm going to give a slight edge to the hash browns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Favorite pancake restaurant? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;The Egg &amp;amp; I is excellent as is the Highland Grill in St. Paul.  However, I think I'm going to go with the Copper Dome in St. Paul.  In fact, even Barack Obama stopped there for pancakes when he was in St. Paul campaigning.  Unfortunately, I'm in Wisconsin now, so I'm going to have find someplace new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus: Any tasty recipes out there, for pancakes or other special breakfast dishes?  Bring 'em on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I don't really have any, but if others want to share with me, I certainly won't object... I'm getting hungry now.  I think I'll go make me a stack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-7292709740515122993?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/7292709740515122993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=7292709740515122993' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/7292709740515122993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/7292709740515122993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2009/01/pancake-five.html' title='Pancake Five'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-8942035670103453875</id><published>2009-01-08T14:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T14:47:57.592-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Abused Child?</title><content type='html'>Today at a new text study someone suggested an image for many congregations that I had not heard before: an abused child.  In my frustration I have often seen people sitting in the pews not really engaging in any meaningful way and I have seen it as a country club mentality.  It's sort of that notion that if you show up, punch the holy time clock, pay your "dues" every now and again, then you will have your place in heaven.  I suspect that is still the case in a lot of places. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I had not considered the abused child image before, and it kind of made sense.  (I probably won't do his explanation justice, but here's how I understood it.)  That many people feel abused, burned, or whatever similar term you want to use, by the church.  Yet they feel they need to be there.  However, their job is to show up, lay low, don't rock the boat, and make peace when necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What, I think, you wind up with is similar behavior from members.  However, it is for vastly different reasons.  This probably means we would need to respond in very different ways as well.  I, honestly, haven't had a whole lot of time to think about it, but on a gut level there is something about it that makes sense.  What do you think?  If it's a true, or helpful, image then what implication do you see it having upon our ministry?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-8942035670103453875?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/8942035670103453875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=8942035670103453875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/8942035670103453875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/8942035670103453875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2009/01/abused-child.html' title='Abused Child?'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-7398055809030640250</id><published>2009-01-08T10:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T10:36:00.242-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Our Guest</title><content type='html'>At first blush this petition is much like the first one we prayed.  You see, it certainly is true that Jesus is present with us and so we, once again, are asking that Christ would be present with us at this table.  Thanks to the empowerment of the Holy Spirit, Jesus most certainly comes and joins us in the meal.  It is with little irony that it is in the meal that this petition gains power.  It is the meal that reminds us of the Last Supper, which is the prelude to the greatest servant move of all time.  So this petition becomes a reminder to us that just as Christ humbled himself we too are to humble ourselves as we are called to serve.  First and foremost we are to serve Jesus, whom we are asking in this petition to be our guest so that we might serve them as good hosts.  Consequently we also are proclaiming that we desire Jesus to be glorified in all that we do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-7398055809030640250?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/7398055809030640250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=7398055809030640250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/7398055809030640250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/7398055809030640250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2009/01/be-our-guest.html' title='Be Our Guest'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-8972154185290135002</id><published>2009-01-07T10:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T10:35:59.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Lord Jesus</title><content type='html'>We were praying the common table prayer, "Come, Lord Jesus" the other day and it dawned on me that while more often than not I just whiz through the words and don't think about it, there really is some wonderful depth to the prayer.  So I got to thinking that maybe over the next few days I might share some of my thoughts on the petitions in the prayer, kind of like Luther did with the Lord's prayer in his small catechism, but perhaps not with the same depth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We begin with, "Come Lord Jesus."  First of all, it is a wonderful recognition, confession if you will, that Jesus is Lord and that we truly are in need of a savior.  It is true that Jesus is Lord of all, but in this petition we pray especially that Jesus would be Lord of us as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly in this first petition we are asking Jesus to come and to be present with us.  Oh, it is true that Jesus is ever present with us, even without our asking.  However, in this prayer we particularly ask that Jesus would be present, here and now, with us at this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-8972154185290135002?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/8972154185290135002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=8972154185290135002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/8972154185290135002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/8972154185290135002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2009/01/come-lord-jesus.html' title='Come Lord Jesus'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-112780392776742731</id><published>2009-01-06T12:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T12:08:02.531-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved... sort of...</title><content type='html'>Well, we have finished packing all of our stuff and loading a rather large U-Haul (and a couple of cars) plumb full.  We have driven to Rome and unloaded the truck (and a couple of cars) and here we are.  We have officially "moved" to Wisconsin.  Am I ready?  I don't really know, but I guess it doesn't matter a whole lot since I'm here and it's going to happen regardless.  It will be good in the end, but like most things it is a bit daunting as we begin.  We are wondering if we'll ever get all of our "stuff" unpacked, sorted, and arranged in a way we feel comfortable with because there is waaaay too much "stuff" that we own.  My hope is that returning to a regular routine of posting here will help me out.  I've got a few things rattling around in my head that I just might need to get out sooner than later.  So stay tuned... and we'll all see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-112780392776742731?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/112780392776742731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=112780392776742731' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/112780392776742731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/112780392776742731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2009/01/moved-sort-of.html' title='Moved... sort of...'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-6355632426982940573</id><published>2008-12-20T12:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T12:50:33.508-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion in Minnesota</title><content type='html'>Are any of my Minnesota friends confused by our states attempt to elect a senator?  It seems Franken might actually be in the lead... for now.  Below is a report from MPR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://minnesota.publicradio.org/www_publicradio/tools/media_player/js/swfobject.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="minnesota/news/features/2008/12/19/frankentakesleadinsenaterecount_20081219_64s_player"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script language="javascript"&gt;/*&lt;![CDATA[*/var so = new SWFObject("http://minnesota.publicradio.org/www_publicradio/tools/media_player/s_player.swf", "minnesota/news/features/2008/12/19/frankentakesleadinsenaterecount_20081219_64s_player", "319", "83", "8", "#ffffff");so.addParam("quality", "high");so.addParam("menu", "false");so.addParam("wmode", "transparent");so.addVariable("name", "minnesota/news/features/2008/12/19/frankentakesleadinsenaterecount_20081219_64");so.write("minnesota/news/features/2008/12/19/frankentakesleadinsenaterecount_20081219_64s_player");/*]]&gt;*/&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-6355632426982940573?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/6355632426982940573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=6355632426982940573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/6355632426982940573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/6355632426982940573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2008/12/confusion-in-minnesota.html' title='Confusion in Minnesota'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-1941712122872072400</id><published>2008-12-18T09:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T09:35:53.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading</title><content type='html'>Reading, I rarely do enough of it.  I am easily distracted and start with good intentions of reading but instead I end up watching a stupid TV show or doing something else.  Yet, I know that reading stirs and strengthens my soul.  When I get on a roll with reading I recognize a depth to my life that isn't always there when I'm not reading as much.  So today, I'm wondering, what are you reading?  Who are you reading?  I would love for you to share some of your favorite books or authors in the comment section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what it's worth here is a list of some of my favorite authors (in no particular order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbara Brown Taylor&lt;br /&gt;J.K. Rowling&lt;br /&gt;Mike Yaconelli&lt;br /&gt;Ted Dekker&lt;br /&gt;Max Lucado&lt;br /&gt;William Willimon&lt;br /&gt;Dee Henderson&lt;br /&gt;Stephen King&lt;br /&gt;Frank E. Perreti&lt;br /&gt;C.S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you?  What's on your list?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-1941712122872072400?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/1941712122872072400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=1941712122872072400' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/1941712122872072400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/1941712122872072400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2008/12/reading.html' title='Reading'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-5102432040264141794</id><published>2008-12-16T12:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T12:41:00.374-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sermon'/><title type='text'>A Great Start</title><content type='html'>Here is my sermon from Dec. 7, the Second Sunday in Advent.  We looked at the Gospel of Mark, The beginning of the Good News of Jesus Christ, Son of God... which begins not with the birth of Jesus but with John the Baptizer.  It's interesting that the Good News begins with repentance, and with the Gospel of Mark being the beginning of the Good News story that includes our story it is probably fitting... Does our story not begin with repentance?  Isn't it with repentance that we begin to see Christ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://godtube.com/flvplayer.swf" FlashVars="viewkey=16f2e6c98578cf6526af" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="330" height="270" name="godtube" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-5102432040264141794?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/5102432040264141794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=5102432040264141794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/5102432040264141794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/5102432040264141794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2008/12/great-start.html' title='A Great Start'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-1803498257879091208</id><published>2008-12-16T09:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T09:35:28.001-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Close</title><content type='html'>I remember visiting a friend of mine a few years back and being amazed at how he and his wife could decipher what each different cry of their baby meant, they all sounded the same to me.  Now that I'm a father I still don't have the crying figured out, but I am amazed at how much I can understand Andrew communicating by paying attention to him.  He is generally a pretty relaxed baby, but there are times he does get fussy and cranky.  One of the most common things that sets him off is when he is left by himself as Mommy &amp; Daddy are quick trying to get some things done.  He just wants to be close to us.  When I come in the room to a crying, squawking baby and he stops and cuddles into my chest when I pick him up my heart melts quicker than butter in a microwave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to your relationship with God, do you ever feel like Andrew?  Do you have those times when you just want to be close?  I know I do.  In fact, this season of Advent leading up to Christmas is one of those times.  There are so many distractions with staff parties to prepare, shopping to get done, decorations we want to get up, along with all of the other hecticness of daily life this time of year.  In the midst of the busyness it's easy to discover that you've become isolated from God and... BOOM!... it hits you that all of this other stuff doesn't matter in comparison to just being close to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go, get close, snuggle in with God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-1803498257879091208?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/1803498257879091208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=1803498257879091208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/1803498257879091208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/1803498257879091208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2008/12/close.html' title='Close'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-7417272088163325739</id><published>2008-12-12T10:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:38:06.084-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unbearable Lightness</title><content type='html'>Here is Stephen Colbert wrestling with the role of God in his own quirky kind of way in his segment "The Word".  You might want to skip ahead a minute or two to get to the very start of the segment if you don't want to watch the whole thing.  I think it's kind of interesting... 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In our assigned passage it is noted that John was not the light, but came as a witness to testify to the light.  One of our wise members of the group then noted that this meant that John was in the dark and testified from the darkness, just as we do as preachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This got me to thinking that perhaps our identity can be described as reflectors.  Driving back to our house from my parents home there is one curve that seems to pop up out of nowhere every time we drive that way.  Thankfully there are reflectors around the curve and I tend to catch it in time and we make it safely.  Most of the time the reflectors are dark, until light shines on them.  Perhaps we are similar.  We live in darkness until the light of Christ shines on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize there are a number of ways in which the analogy breaks down, just as all analogies do.  However, I do think we are called to reflect the light.  We are called to point (testify) to the light.  Sometimes, I think we can't help but to reflect the light, it is who we are... who God has created us to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-158772387841320770?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/158772387841320770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=158772387841320770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/158772387841320770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/158772387841320770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2008/12/reflectors.html' title='Reflectors'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-5481186735708592027</id><published>2008-12-09T09:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:05:00.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Edge</title><content type='html'>About 15 years ago I hiked to the top of &lt;a href="http://kevingong.com/Hiking/Images/HalfDome/C09HalfDomeSunset001.jpg"&gt;Half Dome&lt;/a&gt; in Yosemite National Park with some friends.  When you get on the top there is about an acre of rock you can explore across.  My friends immediately went to the edge of the very steep cliff to look down and all around.  I, on the other hand, have a, let's say, healthy respect for heights so I kept a reasonable distance.  My friends made me terribly nervous.  I did manage to creep over to the edge (or at least quite close to it) a couple of times, but they were very brief visits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday evening &lt;a href="http://www.luthersem.edu"&gt;Luther Seminary&lt;/a&gt; had a worship service for those graduating in December or January.  I got to attend because Dawn will joyfully be done in just a couple of short weeks.  The sermon preached was based on Sunday's assigned &lt;a href="http://bible.crosswalk.com/OnlineStudyBible/bible.cgi?word=Mark+1%3A1-8&amp;amp;version=nrs&amp;amp;new=1&amp;amp;oq="&gt;gospel &lt;/a&gt;and talked about living on the edge.  She talked about how that's where John was, baptizing in the wilderness on the edge of repentance and Jesus showing up.  It got me to thinking about my journey up Half Dome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was on the edge that my friends found life, real exhilarating life.  Isn't that what the "extreme" sports movement has been about, finding life?  I might be comfortable and safe sitting on the sofa watching TV, but am I really experiencing life like those who are living on the edges?  I wonder what that might be like to live my life on the edge, especially when it comes to living out my faith?  Can I really live out there?  I mean, it's really kind of a scary place to be.  I seem to recall Jesus saying something about coming to give life, but am I ready for that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you?  Are you ready to live on the edge with Jesus?  What might that look like for you?... I mean to REALLY live on the edge?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-5481186735708592027?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/5481186735708592027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=5481186735708592027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/5481186735708592027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/5481186735708592027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2008/12/edge.html' title='The Edge'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-1685000259705838753</id><published>2008-12-08T12:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T12:17:00.862-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Discipleship Abuse</title><content type='html'>I read the following article from the late Mike &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yaconelli&lt;/span&gt; today and really resonated with me, how about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Suppose I took a group of dedicated high school football players and said to them, “If you’re really committed, if you’re serious about football, if you genuinely want to be the best, then I’m taking you to an NFL training camp so you can be a professional football player.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;You would look at me like I was crazy. These young people, passionate and dedicated as they are, would be slaughtered on that football field. They’d be destroyed physically and mentally. And I, as a coach, would be arrested for child abuse.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Then why do we say to junior high and high school students who sincerely want to follow Jesus and give their lives to God, “You need discipleship class. If you’re really committed and dedicated, then attend a discipleship class where you can become even more dedicated and committed. We’re going to make you a disciple.” If we do this, we’re guilty of disciple abuse.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;I don’t believe in student discipleship.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;I believe in encouragement, affirmation, education, service, and study. I believe in relationship, community, and fellowship. I believe in training, beginning, starting, and learning. I believe in praying together, playing together, talking together, hanging together, and living life together, but I don’t believe in “pouring my life into a student.” I believe in showing my life to a student and living my life in front of a student; I don’t believe in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;discipling&lt;/span&gt; young people.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="subtitle"&gt;“Too…young”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Young people are too…well…young to be disciples.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Apprentices? Of course. Beginners? Sure. Trainees? Interns? Absolutely. But    not disciples.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;We’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; convinced adults and parents that we have a program that can produce disciples. We perpetuate the illusion that we can take 13-year-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; and make disciples out of them. We actually act as though we can transform a group of inconsistent, uncommitted adolescents into mature, committed disciples by spending an extra hour or two a week with them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Not possible.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Are students capable of heroic acts? Absolutely! Can a 13-year-old be committed to Jesus? Yes, as long as we understand what we mean by committed. Can young people make a difference in the world? Of course they can, but we’re still not talking about disciples.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="subtitle"&gt;“Discipleship requires…”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Discipleship &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t about coming to more meetings than non-disciples. It’s not about leadership or getting involved in service projects. Discipleship &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t about filling out a booklet. It’s a way of living; it’s the process of figuring out what it means to believe in Jesus in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;everydayness&lt;/span&gt; of my life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Because most students in our youth groups have been protected from suffering (Remember all the parents who showed up for your Mexico orientation concerned about whether or not the trip would be safe? And you lied and said it would be?), because most students have been continually rescued by mom and dad, and because most students haven’t been prepared for the real world, they’re not prepared for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;complicatedness&lt;/span&gt; of life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Discipleship requires maturity, experience, and depth. Discipleship requires extensive time. Discipleship requires intensity, isolation, and independence. Discipleship requires spending time with Jesus, not with you and me. Discipleship requires a lifetime of figuring out what it means to follow Jesus.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="subtitle"&gt;“Ruin their lives…”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Before the mail starts, by all means, spend time with young people, study with them, pray with them, introduce them to Jesus, affirm them, encourage them, challenge them, attract them, motivate them, suffer with them, cry with them, and push them. Ruin their lives by introducing them to the compelling, attractive, demanding, frightening Jesus.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Most of all, love them. Believe in them. Trust them. Be an example for them. Stick it out with them over the long haul. And some day, when they’re older, when they’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; weathered a few storms, when they’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been beaten up by life a bit, they may actually start looking like a disciple—not because you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;discipled&lt;/span&gt; them, but because you refused to give up on them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-1685000259705838753?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/1685000259705838753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=1685000259705838753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/1685000259705838753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/1685000259705838753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2008/12/discipleship-abuse.html' title='Discipleship Abuse'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-4471012836624000848</id><published>2008-12-08T08:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T09:04:54.118-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Disruptive Gospel</title><content type='html'>The &lt;a href="http://bible.crosswalk.com/OnlineStudyBible/bible.cgi?word=Mark+1%3A1-8&amp;amp;version=nrs&amp;amp;new=1&amp;amp;oq="&gt;gospel &lt;/a&gt;from this past Sunday is still rattling around in my head.  In my sermon I talked about how our opening passage from Mark really kind of sets the tone for the rest of the story, and really for the rest of our lives (since I theorized that the Gospel of Mark is the beginning of the good news of Jesus Christ, Son of God).  It just keeps striking me over and over again how the Gospel of Mark has way of abruptly bouncing you around like a pinball in a pinball machine that is nothing less than disruptive and intrusive and that's exactly how Jesus tends to act in our lives.  We're called this way.  Asked to do that.  Sent another way.  Invited to feed the hungry, clothe the naked, and befriend (pray for/love/forgive) our enemies.  Jesus certainly has a way of getting our attention... I just don't know that it's through a warm, fuzzy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disneyfied&lt;/span&gt; version of a deity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-4471012836624000848?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/4471012836624000848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=4471012836624000848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/4471012836624000848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/4471012836624000848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2008/12/disruptive-gospel.html' title='A Disruptive Gospel'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-2339349416326184221</id><published>2008-12-05T14:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T14:48:07.265-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday, our friend Krystal took some super cool family pictures.  She's posted a few of them &lt;a href="http://krystalmuellenberg.squarespace.com/journal/2008/12/5/the-lindberg-family.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, if you want to check them out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-2339349416326184221?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://krystalmuellenberg.squarespace.com/journal/2008/12/5/the-lindberg-family.html' title='Family Pictures'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/2339349416326184221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=2339349416326184221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/2339349416326184221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/2339349416326184221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2008/12/family-pictures.html' title='Family Pictures'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-4408894614822913984</id><published>2008-12-05T13:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T13:40:00.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A St. Olaf Christmas</title><content type='html'>Last night we had the privilege of attending the &lt;a href="http://www.stolaf.edu/christmasfest/broadcast.html"&gt;St. Olaf Christmas Festival&lt;/a&gt;, which, as usual, was awesome.  It seems it should be &lt;a href="http://americanpublicmedia.publicradio.org/programs/st_olaf_xmas/?refid=3"&gt;streamed and broadcast &lt;/a&gt;live on Sunday for those who might be interested.  Attending is always great because it brings me back to some wonderful years when I attended there.  It was also a wonderful reminder of just how very many talented musicians there are in this world.  It is amazing to realize all of these extremely talented musicians are under the age of 22.  It is also an incredible reminder of the power of music to draw you into worship and the proclamation of the Word.  There is something special about music that draws you into the story in a deeper, more layered, kind of way.  It was just about the perfect way to kick the season of Advent into high gear and to begin to prepare the heart for the celebration of Christ breaking into this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, on another level it also tickled my pleasure of people watching.  It was fun to see so many people all decked out in their Norwegian sweaters.  It's almost obnoxious really.  Still, I proudly wore mine.  Yet, more fun than that was watching the musicians, especially the choir members.  I enjoyed watching those who sang with their whole body, singing seemingly from the very bottom of their toes.  I was struck by the lone young woman singing tenor with all of the other men.  I was drawn to those who appeared to be a little more rough around the edges yet here they were singing like an angel.  It really was pretty awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-4408894614822913984?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/4408894614822913984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=4408894614822913984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/4408894614822913984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/4408894614822913984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2008/12/st-olaf-christmas.html' title='A St. Olaf Christmas'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-3880534119988395024</id><published>2008-12-05T08:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T08:40:05.004-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Advent Friday Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;"Imagine a complex, multi-cultural society that annually holds an elaborate winter festival, one that lasts not simply a few days, but several weeks. This great festival celebrates the birth of the Lord and Saviour of the world, the prince of peace, a man who is divine. People mark the festival with great abundance- feasting, drinking and gift giving....." &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Liberation-Christmas-Infancy-Narratives-Context/dp/0826405924/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1228476840&amp;amp;sr=8-4"&gt;(Richard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Horsley&lt;/span&gt;- The Liberation of Christmas)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The passage goes on, recounting the decorations that are hung, and the songs and dances that accompany the festival, how the economy booms and philanthropic acts abound....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this is not Christmas- this is a Roman festival in celebration of the Emperor....This is the world that Jesus was born into! The world where the early Christians would ask "Who is your Saviour the Emperor or Christ?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yet our shops and stores and often our lives are caught up in a world that looks very much like the one of ancient Rome, where we worship at the shrine of consumerism....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Advent on the other hand calls us into the darkness, a time of quiet preparation, a time of waiting, and re-discovering the wonder of the knowledge that God is with us. Advent's call is to simplicity and not abundance, a time when we wait for glorious light of God to come again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christ is with us at this time of advent, in the darkness, and Christ is coming with his light- not the light of the shopping centre, but the light of love and truth and beauty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you long for this advent? What are your hopes and dreams for the future? What is your prayer today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vein&lt;/span&gt; of simplicity I ask you to list five advent longings....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Given the twists and turns of this past year I can see that my longings are a bit more selfish and materialistic than one might anticipate in a season intended to focus on Christ... I guess sometimes that's just the reality of life.  With that being said here are my five:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) That we sell our house.  Every day there seems to be a new report about the economy falling apart.  I'm not too worried about us personally, except that I recognize these reports can create panic in others leading them to believe they can't afford to buy our house.  At this point an unsold house may not totally break us, but it certainly will be much more of a hassle than we want to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I hope that our transition to a new call goes as smoothly and seamlessly as one could possibly hope for.  What will the good-byes entail or bring?  What will the new stop be like and how will we be greated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;3) That Dawn might find a call that is fitting of her and our life, that it might fit with my call in a way that works for our whole family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;4) That I might be recharged spiritually.  I want to see passions of faith rekindled so that it might be infectious for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) That I might find a group of colleagues as helpful and supportive as I've had here with our text study group who has been absolutely AWESOME!!&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/18961237-3880534119988395024?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/3880534119988395024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=3880534119988395024' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/3880534119988395024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/3880534119988395024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2008/12/advent-friday-five.html' title='Advent Friday Five'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-6674144954212189046</id><published>2008-12-04T14:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T14:17:00.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eyes Have It</title><content type='html'>Some say the eyes are a window to a persons soul... It is true you can learn a lot by looking into a persons eyes.  We have found that to be particularly true watching our 3 month old son.  I really love to watch as he sits up and immediately his eyes start to dart around the room.  He's soaking everything in, learning anything he can about his surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, Andrew, has started to discover his hands.  On several occasions we've caught him working really hard to fold his hands (about the cutest thing ever).  He has also recently discovered he can put his hand in his mouth and have something else to suck on.  Oh yeah, and if it doesn't fall too far he is figuring out how to get the pacifier back in his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I see is eyes looking to constantly learn.  As an infant child it appears that Andrew has found great joy in learning.  In fact, his eyes are constantly searching to learn more.  I wonder, what happens to us that we lose that insatiable desire to learn?  Where did it fall away?  Oh, from time to time I enjoy learning. but it's not a passion.  Some people still have it, how did they maintain it?  Why is it when I give in to my desire to explore, and hence learn, the people around me make fun of me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-6674144954212189046?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/6674144954212189046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=6674144954212189046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/6674144954212189046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/6674144954212189046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2008/12/eyes-have-it.html' title='The Eyes Have It'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-6111158261925248560</id><published>2008-12-04T11:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T12:01:05.439-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andrew pictures'/><title type='text'>Mother &amp; Son... beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blissphoto.smugmug.com/photos/428227300_h8icC-L.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1228321427504"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 700px; height: 467px;" src="http://blissphoto.smugmug.com/photos/428227300_h8icC-L.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1228321427504" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is another great picture from Krystal from last weekends wedding.  (Again, you may need to click on the image to see the whole picture.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-6111158261925248560?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/6111158261925248560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=6111158261925248560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/6111158261925248560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/6111158261925248560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2008/12/mother-son-beautiful.html' title='Mother &amp; Son... beautiful'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-3217307575417247916</id><published>2008-12-03T11:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T11:24:00.307-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitter of Faith</title><content type='html'>Over at the &lt;a href="http://www.youthspecialties.com/blog/2008/twitter-of-faith/"&gt;Youth Specialties Blog&lt;/a&gt; (Youth Specialties is a leader in Youth Ministry) they wrote about a social experiment where they asked people to "twitter*" their personal faith statement.  Take a &lt;a href="http://www.youthspecialties.com/blog/2008/twitter-of-faith/"&gt;look &lt;/a&gt;at some of the results, how might you state your faith in 140 characters or less?  Share your answer in the comments section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Twitter is an online way to update friends as to what you are doing in a pithy 140 characters or less statement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-3217307575417247916?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/3217307575417247916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=3217307575417247916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/3217307575417247916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/3217307575417247916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2008/12/twitter-of-faith.html' title='Twitter of Faith'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-7619541760173316130</id><published>2008-12-02T11:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T12:24:51.071-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiles &amp; Laughs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blissphoto.smugmug.com/photos/428225101_LYXv5-O.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1228176713874"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 700px; height: 467px;" src="http://blissphoto.smugmug.com/photos/428225101_LYXv5-O.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1228176713874" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great shot from our friend &lt;a href="http://www.krystalmuellenberg.com/"&gt;Krystal &lt;/a&gt;at our friend's Hannah &amp;amp; Jarod's wedding on Saturday.  Turns out we had fun during the free skate following the ceremony. (You might need to "click" on the picture to see the full picture.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-7619541760173316130?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/7619541760173316130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=7619541760173316130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/7619541760173316130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/7619541760173316130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2008/12/smiles-laughs.html' title='Smiles &amp; Laughs'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-549340988086256576</id><published>2008-12-02T09:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T09:53:04.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Are You Involved?</title><content type='html'>I'm wondering, as an adult in the church, why are you involved?  Is there an event, an activity, or a relationship that connected you to the church that has now stuck for life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about this today because as you look at most youth ministries it is typical that as the grades get older the participation becomes less.  As congregations and ministry groups we are working hard to implement great programs and ideas, but still we seem to lack the staying power.  It used to be assumed, in many mainline traditions, that youth might disappear after being confirmed but they'll return when they have kids.  It seems that's no longer quite true.  So despite our best efforts we're losing people.  It makes me think that maybe we need to rethink how we're doing things... but how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look back on my formative years I can see several things that played a role in my being where I am today.  First, God was active through my family who laid it out as an expectation that we would be participating in worship.  Then, when I was in 3rd grade I was asked to participate in worship for the first time by reading the lessons in worship (as in the whole congregation, not children's or youth worship).  When I was in 5th grade there was a Young Life leader in town who was about to start seminary who stopped and asked who I was and what I was interested in.  When I was in 9th grade I was asked by the adult youth leaders to participate in a retreat for planning for the future of the youth ministry in our congregation.  They all, I think, affirmed my importance in the eyes of God.  I learned that I was important enough for God to use me.  Now I'm hooked.  I want God to use me, to involve me in what God is up to in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why are you involved?  Is there an event, an activity, or a relationship that connected you to the church that has now stuck for life?  Please post a comment and share your story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-549340988086256576?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/549340988086256576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=549340988086256576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/549340988086256576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/549340988086256576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-are-you-involved.html' title='Why Are You Involved?'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-380702384159608715</id><published>2008-12-01T10:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T11:00:48.923-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Gives? (a rant)</title><content type='html'>Greetings faithful checker inners, as you may have noticed this past month has been a bit sporadic.  It turns out that when I'm not in the office I also get out of the habit of posting.  In my final weeks here at Christ Lutheran I hope to be more consistent in sharing my thoughts, including a few reflections on the transition process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For today, I would like to ask, "What gives?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a world that is hyper sensitive to child safety, especially in terms of touch, sexuality, and abduction issues, why does it seem socially appropriate for complete and total strangers to come up and touch my child?  For those of you I don't know, please don't touch my child.  He is the single most precious thing in my life and I don't where your hands have been, what you are going to do to my child, so please don't touch him.  Am I allowed to touch and tickle you in return?  This last weekend while at a wedding reception I had someone with the audacity to come up behind me, without me knowing it, and reach around in front of me to touch my child.  Then when I went to go change his diaper I literally had people chasing after me to touch my baby.  Oh, and did I mention I have never met these people, they never introduced themselves or anything.  I might have been arrested if I had touched them the way they touched my child, yet it's supposed to be OK for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago we were at a pastors conference and a woman I had never seen before in my life came up to me and said, "Can I hold your baby so it's not a burden for you to eat."  OK, first of all I don't know you and you asked in such a way that I feel rude for saying, "No."  Second of all I REALLY love spending time with my son and it is in no way a burden to have him with me as I eat.  If I don't get to eat as much, I end up eating cold food, or I struggle to eat it is well worth that price to be able to hold my son.  There is NOTHING better in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don't get it.  I am on the verge of snapping (OK, I'm sure a number of you feel I already have, but I don't think I'm quite there yet).  If we were the only parents in the world experiencing this I might be able to chalk it up to something like having the cutest baby in the world (which we just might have), but I'm pretty sure this is not a unique experience.  So what gives?  Why has this kind of behavior been allowed to flourish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My child is the single most important thing in the world and he is at the most vulnerable stage of his life, so if I don't know you please keep your distance.  If I know you and we have a relationship, then I most certainly am willing to share with you the most amazing boy in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-380702384159608715?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/380702384159608715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=380702384159608715' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/380702384159608715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/380702384159608715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-gives-rant.html' title='What Gives? (a rant)'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-2349629109426471105</id><published>2008-11-22T06:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T07:01:48.319-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Funeral and a Moving Truck</title><content type='html'>Today is the funeral for a member of our congregation who battled cancer for nearly three years.  She was, and is, the embodiment of so many cliches you here at a time like this like:  "She was far too young to die" or "She was so full of life."  She absolutely was those things and more.  She leaves behind three teenage children and a husband.  However, she was a vibrant person here on earth and so I fully expect the service today to be the same... a true celebration of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I hope I don't here is those platitudes so often uttered at a time like this.  Oh, they are well meaning, but I think sometimes people miss the implications of what they're saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God must have needed another angel."  Really?  God needed her more in heaven than her husband, kids, other family, and friends?  That must be a small weak God you believe in if you believe that God needed her more.  Yes, God will benefit by her presence at the banquet table, but I highly doubt God needed her more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry, God doesn't give you more than you can handle."  I don't know, call me crazy but I am pretty confident that having your wife die in the prime of her life is more than someone can handle alone.  I suspect having to try and raise three teenagers alone who are now, understandably, acting out because of their mother while you are dealing with your own personal grief is probably more than one can handle alone.  I have a hunch that having your mother die while you are still a teenager is more than one person can handle.  I do, however, believe that God will help you handle whatever life dishes out.  With God walking by their side they will be able to handle it... eventually... Which leads to the other problem with the statement.  It implies that God has given this family this situation, that it was God who killed their wife, mother, or daughter.  Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I suppose it's an appropriate day for a funeral.  Today we are taking a moving van of stuff to Rome.  The "For Sale" sign is in the yard and today the moving process "officially" begins even if my call doesn't quite end yet.  So today, as we start closing another chapter in our own lives a little piece of us will die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-2349629109426471105?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/2349629109426471105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=2349629109426471105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/2349629109426471105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/2349629109426471105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2008/11/funeral-and-moving-truck.html' title='A Funeral and a Moving Truck'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-8120807480212699708</id><published>2008-11-19T21:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:20:54.519-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andrew pictures'/><title type='text'>Smiles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v374/99/92/609185263/n609185263_1503256_2645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v374/99/92/609185263/n609185263_1503256_2645.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found it interesting that one of the first things Andrew has learned to do is smile.  It is also one of his favorite things to do.  It turns out this is pretty normal behavior for a baby.  So it got me wondering, why do babies like to smile so much?  What happens to us as adults that so many of us lose that natural desire to smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v374/99/92/609185263/n609185263_1503259_3396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v374/99/92/609185263/n609185263_1503259_3396.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-8120807480212699708?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/8120807480212699708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=8120807480212699708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/8120807480212699708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/8120807480212699708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2008/11/smiles.html' title='Smiles'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-7251510806946456029</id><published>2008-11-17T09:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T09:34:36.467-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Take A Chance</title><content type='html'>Yesterday's gospel reading was the &lt;a href="http://biblestudy.crosswalk.com/mybst/default.aspx?type=bible&amp;amp;reference=mt%2025:14-30&amp;amp;translation=niv"&gt;parable of the talents&lt;/a&gt; and I'm wondering if anyone else had an Abba soundtrack running through their head?  Anyone else hear God saying, "Take a chance on me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SuB8xWeA59I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SuB8xWeA59I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" 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/18961237-7251510806946456029?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/7251510806946456029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=7251510806946456029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/7251510806946456029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/7251510806946456029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2008/11/take-chance.html' title='Take A Chance'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-4021181243364310054</id><published>2008-11-13T13:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:58:00.692-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sermon'/><title type='text'>Are You Ready?</title><content type='html'>Here is my sermon from this past Sunday.  For those who have been following along with this Blog, my apologies for not posting in a while.  Last week I was in the office only one day and really only a couple of hours of that one day.  I think things are settling out a bit... we'll see though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://godtube.com/flvplayer.swf" flashvars="viewkey=1f051f2e8f460143f018" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="330" height="270" name="godtube" align="middle" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-4021181243364310054?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/4021181243364310054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=4021181243364310054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/4021181243364310054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/4021181243364310054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2008/11/are-you-ready.html' title='Are You Ready?'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-1415103401216178523</id><published>2008-11-13T10:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:05:51.425-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistakes</title><content type='html'>I came across this quote earlier today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;YOU MAKE MISTAKES.  Duh.  Of course you make mistakes.  That's what happens when you follow Jesus with passion.  Mistakes are part of success.  Mistakes validate your ministry because it means you're taking risks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only more of us felt so free to make mistakes, to shed the expectations of culture and society and instead to follow Jesus with reckless abandon.  Imagine what this world might look like if we lived this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a leader in your congregation then I hope you hear this as your call today: Go forth and make mistakes!... for the sake of Jesus of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-1415103401216178523?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/1415103401216178523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=1415103401216178523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/1415103401216178523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/1415103401216178523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2008/11/mistakes.html' title='Mistakes'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-3446664281998415930</id><published>2008-11-06T07:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T07:57:04.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes We Can 2: A Lesson in Stewardship</title><content type='html'>Did you hear Barack Obama's charge to his supporters throughout the campaign?  Did you hear what he asked of them?  He asked people to sacrifice.  He asked people to give what they could be it $5 or $500.  The amount didn't matter so much, but the act of giving mattered more.  The result was unprecedented amounts of money flowing through his campaign.  The result was unbelieveable support and loyalty that came with remarkable celebrations in the street upon Barack Obama's victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but that sounds a lot like a church stewardship campaign to me.  Or maybe it should sound that way.  Are we asking people to sacrafice?  Are we asking people to give what they can?  When people respond to this responsibility of ours as followers of Christ I believe we will find that there is enough money for the ministry as well as a support and loyalty to the ministry of the church.  As leaders in the church we need to remember that it's not about us, or our personalities, but it is about the mission that we are trying to accomplish.  Barack Obama's campaign in large part was about something bigger than him, something historic.  Isn't that true in the church as well?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-3446664281998415930?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/3446664281998415930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=3446664281998415930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/3446664281998415930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/3446664281998415930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2008/11/yes-we-can-2-lesson-in-stewardship.html' title='Yes We Can 2: A Lesson in Stewardship'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-5767810755549952583</id><published>2008-11-05T07:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T07:33:27.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes We Can</title><content type='html'>Specific issues aside, last nights election brought some wonderful moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved how John McCain presented himself in his concession speech.  He showed me that if he had been elected he would have made a good president as well.  It was the John McCain that had me excited about the possibility of him being one of the final two candidates.  He showed a level of class and support for Obama that I wish more of his supporters would have shown.  I have a hunch that if Barack Obama winds up with a legacy of bringing this country back together and setting us on a new, positive path that John McCain will be a big reason behind the scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I shed a tear of joy during Barack Obama's speech.  I was struck by how when I first paid attention to politics, just a little bit, in my teen years and there was talk then that we would probably never see an African American elected president in our lifetime.  That wasn't all so long ago.  What about my parents generation?  My parents were born before Martin Luther King, Jr. had a dream.  How differently have things changed in that generations lifetime?  Now, I'm looking at a world in which my son will grow up in world where an African American President of the United States is normal, which I think simply opens the doors further for an Hispanic President, a Female President, and whatever other barriers yet remain.  If for no other reason, this was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more minor note, I think it was good day for many of us because now the politcal advertising should all be gone.  To inappropriately misquote the African American spiritual, "Free at Last, Free at Last!  Thank God, Almighty, we are free!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-5767810755549952583?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/5767810755549952583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=5767810755549952583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/5767810755549952583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/5767810755549952583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2008/11/yes-we-can.html' title='Yes We Can'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-4830194861715824927</id><published>2008-10-31T13:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T13:49:39.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>I'll admit I'm a bit of a bore when it comes to Halloween.  I just don't find a whole lot of joy in celebrating it.  This often comes as a surprise to many as it is often viewed as a holiday that celebrates the child in all of us and many are still waiting for me to grow up.  However, for some reason, I'm still a stick in the mud when it comes to Halloween.  On the other hand, I know many of you love celebrating Halloween.  If you are one of those people that gets a kick out of Halloween I would love for you to post a comment and share your favorite Halloween memory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-4830194861715824927?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/4830194861715824927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=4830194861715824927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/4830194861715824927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/4830194861715824927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-8194441790171853309</id><published>2008-10-31T11:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T13:46:47.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday "Fried" Five</title><content type='html'>As I zip around the webring it is quite clear that we are getting BUSY. "Tis the season" when clergy and laypeople alike walk the highwire from Fall programming to Christmas carrying their balancing pole with family/rest on the one side and turkey shelters/advent wreaths on the other.And so I offer this Friday Five with 5 quick hit questions... and a bonus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Your work day is done and the brain is fried, what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I would really like to say I exercise or something healthy like that. Reality, however, is that it is more often than not TV. In large part because what gets me "fried" is thinking too much about stuff and TV has a wonderful way of allowing my brain to turn off, which is really a release I need. Things like exercise and reading simply help stimulate my brain, and that's not always a good thing in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Your work week is done and the brain is fried (for some Friday, others Sunday afternoon), what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sunday afternoon is absolutely nap time. My wife and I typically like to try and do something that gets us out of the house. For a while our tradition was to drive into town to a coffee shop and relax with a cup of coffee and a good book on our Friday off. Unfortunately, her class schedule hasn't really allowed for that in quite some time. Perhaps when the semester is over we can begin the tradition anew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Like most of us, I often keep myself busy even while programs are on the tv. I stop to watch &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/The_Office/"&gt;The Office&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/30_Rock/"&gt;30 Rock&lt;/a&gt; on Thursday nights. Do you have 'stop everything' tv programming or books or events or projects that are totally 'for you' moments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I am absolutely saddened to answer this one. Our list of shows is far too long. They include: Chuck, Prison Break, Boston Legal, Law &amp;amp; Order: SVU, Survivor, ER, and Extreme Makeover: Home Edition. It appears "House" my be getting added to the list, which is unfortunate because we've been working hard to remove some. If either of our teams (Vikings, Packers, Badgers, or Gophers) are on TV we'll usually make a point of watching them play as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) When was the last time you laughed, really laughed? What was so funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Last spring after one of the evenings of Synod Assembly a bunch of local pastors and their spouses gathered at one of the pastors houses. I couldn't tell you what was specifically funny, but I clearly remember laughing from deep down in the bottom of my belly. Part of it was just some really great people with some wonderful senses of humor. Part of it was that we were all pastors who understand the inability to let down our hair in the company of parishoners and we were finally able to do it in this particular setting. I'm going to get to spend some extended time with them this coming week at our synod theological conference and I am very much looking forward to that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) What is a fairly common item that some people are willing to go cheap on, but you are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;At the risk of sounding totaly lame or trying to cop out, I think we (especially me) are cheap when it comes to everything... Of course, now that I look back on it, this just might be a political season inspired answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Wow, after reading my friends answers &lt;a href="http://nachfolge.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, I realized I needed to amend my answer to look a lot more like his.  You shouldn't... no... can't go cheap on either beer or coffee, especially coffee.  The difference in taste is well worth the price... Thanks Pastor Scott!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus: It's become trite but is also true that we often benefit the most when we give. Go ahead, toot your own horn. When was the last time you gave until it felt good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I don't know if I can recall the last time, but there is a giving moment that stands out in my head. About ten years ago now I was meeting with a group of friends for a bible study at a local coffee shop. Just a day or two before we were meeting I had come into a good chunk of money, at least for me. (I think it was a tax refund, but to be honest I no longer remember where it came from.) I decided I wanted to do something fun with it. So I arrived at the coffee shop early and I wrote a check for $100 and said I wanted to anonymously pay for everybody that came after me until the money was used up. I swear they started giving discounts on drinks for the number of people that got free ones. It was so much fun to watch peoples reactions. Eventually we went into our meeting room and one of my friends came in with so much excitement saying, "You got hurry out there, they're giving free drinks." It was worth it to see that smile from ear to ear. A few days later I received a thank you note (because my address was on the check) from the coffee shop that was even signed by a number of customers. That was a REALLY fun night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-8194441790171853309?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/8194441790171853309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=8194441790171853309' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/8194441790171853309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/8194441790171853309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2008/10/friday-fried-five.html' title='Friday &quot;Fried&quot; Five'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-7504788673374444415</id><published>2008-10-30T12:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T12:11:57.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Zehnder</title><content type='html'>Here is a group that recently came recommended to me.  They produce worship music out of a Presbyterian congregation in Los Angeles.  What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iXaOynkWi8Y&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;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/iXaOynkWi8Y&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;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/18961237-7504788673374444415?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/7504788673374444415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=7504788673374444415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/7504788673374444415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/7504788673374444415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2008/10/zehnder.html' title='Zehnder'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-5820649376125043403</id><published>2008-10-30T07:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T08:20:28.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin and Money</title><content type='html'>The last two weeks I've gotten to have some marvelous discussions with a couple of different groups of 8th grade girls.  Last night we got to talking about the upcoming election.  The group was divided on who they would vote for for president.  There was some lively banter back and forth with some excellent points on both sides.  I wish more adults could have that kind of discussion.  It was also fun because they kept trying to tie back into faith issues including baptism (which we talked about at confirmation last night).  Had they talked about this at the lunch table I doubt the faith stuff would have come up as much.  It made me think we might need to talk politics as well as other difficult issues more often at church.  It was a wonderful healthy discussion that wrestled with how our faith informs our positions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the more striking topics was that same debate that our presidential candidates are hotly engaged in, taxes and distribution of wealth.  Talking about it as we did in the context in which we talked really brought to light the flaws on both sides... SIN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the one side of the argument you have a more conservative, Republican, point of view that says we shouldn't be penalized for success.  If I earn/make the money I should be allowed to decide the best way to use it to help.  We are seeing how greed takes over with that theory with the recent news from Wall Street.  Just this last week Alan Greenspan essentially said, "Oops!  My bad.  I thought the goodness of people would regulate the market just fine.  Turns out greed won the day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side of the argument is the liberal, Democratic, point of view that says the rich can't be trusted with the entire burden therefore the government needs to put rules in place so that all get cared for.  You push that theory further and you get to something that looks like communism.  I still believe the Marxist notion of sharing the wealth at that very base level of everybody being equal is good.  The problem is that sin still exists and what we've seen in recent history with communism is the sins of power and greed have overwhelmed leaders and it all breaks down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both theories, I suppose could work.  The problem is sin.  We need to get rid of sin.  If it just weren't for that stupid serpent and the fruit of the tree of life.  It really kind of messed things up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-5820649376125043403?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/5820649376125043403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=5820649376125043403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/5820649376125043403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/5820649376125043403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2008/10/sin-and-money.html' title='Sin and Money'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-4542579451940799163</id><published>2008-10-27T17:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T17:12:48.192-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lutheran Song</title><content type='html'>In honor of Reformation Sunday yesterday, I invite you to click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=102kvQ1dWoY"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;and listen to Lutheran Song and the montage that was created to go with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-4542579451940799163?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/4542579451940799163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=4542579451940799163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/4542579451940799163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/4542579451940799163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2008/10/lutheran-song.html' title='Lutheran Song'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-5951047057192859315</id><published>2008-10-27T09:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T12:20:25.717-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andrew pictures'/><title type='text'>Snuggling</title><content type='html'>Every now and again Andrew will be lying on the middle of our bed as we're getting ready for the day, ready for bed, etc.  I'm often overcome with an almost uncontrollable urge to lie down myself and snuggle and hug the little guy endlessly.  So far he has yet to hug me back or give me a kiss.  Heck I haven't even gotten a smile out of it.  In fairness, I guess he kicks randomly and produces spit bubbles.  I'm told it has something to do with him only being 8 weeks old and not capable yet... But I do wish we would return the love with something other than filling his diaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wonder, though, if it might be similar with my heavenly father sometimes.  Are there times that God comes and attempts to snuggle with me and I respond by staring aimlessly and kicking randomly.  I do know I'm good at spit bubbles too if called upon.  Am I largely oblivious to the love my heavenly father has to share with me?  Am I simply incapable of returning that love because of my lack of spiritual maturity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v318/99/92/609185263/n609185263_1275564_1051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v318/99/92/609185263/n609185263_1275564_1051.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-5951047057192859315?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/5951047057192859315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=5951047057192859315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/5951047057192859315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/5951047057192859315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2008/10/snuggling.html' title='Snuggling'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-6133909974977639001</id><published>2008-10-24T10:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T10:59:55.011-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Five Favorite Locations</title><content type='html'>This post is about locations. My husband has lived at 64 addresses in his life so far (16 with me) and he suggested the topic since we have moving trucks on our minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, tell us about the five favorite places you have lived in your lifetime. What did you like? What kind of place was it? Anything special happen there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my five favorite (I think) places I have lived listed in no particular order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nome, AK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my internship there. It is one of the few places I've lived where I had friends I could just drop in on and visit with and have no further expectations. I got to co-host a morning radio show and experienced a number of different adventures including skijoring. I watched, and broadcast, the finish of the Iditarod Sled Dog Race. Mostly, I made some really good friendships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Portland, OR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did CPE (Clinical Pastoral Education...kind of a chaplaincy requirement of seminary), which was a great experience for me. Portland allowed for a lot of fun outdoor adventures. The hiking and camping around the area was pretty awesome. I also got to spend the summer with a good friend from high school and his wife, which was pretty cool as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Visalia, CA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first place I lived after college. It is located in the Central Valley of CA so there were adventures to be had in LA, San Fran, in the mountains and on the coast. I learned a lot there about doing ministry and the importance of great parents to the "success" of youth ministry. I made some pretty wonderful friends that supported me through a lot of growing experiences. I was really validated in my call to ordained ministry there... it just took a few more years to explore that call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gypsum, CO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you really argue with living in the mountains? I spent a summer preaching in a Lutheran congregation there. Really, all I did was preach on Sunday so I had the week to run and play in the mountains. I learned to whitewater kayak that summer, which was totally awesome. I got to get on the river every Thursday evening. I also got work as a water at a cool 50's style malt shop just three blocks away from where they were hosting the Kobe Bryant trial (what a zoo that was). It was interesting getting to know the "regulars" there and building relationships in that sort of setting. I also got to spend some good time with a friend from high school, including hiking two 14ers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minocqua, WI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I stayed with one of the greatest families for a summer in Minocqua. I preached at three campgrounds every Sunday. I spent the rest of the week reading, napping, and water skiing. That was also the summer I discovered Culver's frozen custard and their flavor of the day, which was great for my taste buds but not so good for the waist line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The common thread I see flowing through each of these and the number of others I could add to the list as well is the people. What made each location great that I've lived in is the people. What is great, and comforting, is that these locations represent a variety of different geographic locations really, which tells me that there are good people wherever you go. So as we take on new adventures in life we can be happy wherever we end up because there are likely to be good people there, even if the terrain and weather looks different than what we're used to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-6133909974977639001?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/6133909974977639001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=6133909974977639001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/6133909974977639001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/6133909974977639001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2008/10/friday-five-favorite-locations.html' title='Friday Five Favorite Locations'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-2598611215792185012</id><published>2008-10-23T10:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T10:42:36.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrew's Baptism</title><content type='html'>Here is the clip from Andrew's Baptism this last Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://godtube.com/flvplayer.swf" FlashVars="viewkey=b62db2aeec49dd10630c" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="330" height="270" name="godtube" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-2598611215792185012?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/2598611215792185012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=2598611215792185012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/2598611215792185012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/2598611215792185012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2008/10/andrews-baptism.html' title='Andrew&apos;s Baptism'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-9019879052644853718</id><published>2008-10-21T09:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T09:51:00.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bus Drivers</title><content type='html'>Last week on WCCO they did a report on the Independence Party Candidate for Senator, Dean Barkley.  One of the things they talked about was earlier this year he had hit upon some hard times and he found himself driving bus to make ends meat.  Dean Barkley made a comment to the effect that people were surprised that he would stoop to such a job.  He was a little floored by that and said, "People go, how could you drive a Metro Mobility bus. Well, what's wrong with that? I felt good. That was a fun job."  What a great question.  Now, I don't want to suggest that I am now officially backing Dean Barkley to represent the state of Minnesota as our senator, but I do want to suggest that his take on driving bus is something for more of us to consider.  (If you are interested in the whole report you can read/see it &lt;a href="http://wcco.com/politics/dean.barkley.independent.2.842300.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all given different gifts and interests from God.  I think we need to pursue our passions more than we need to pursue the almighty dollar.  In fact, it seems that sometimes these positions considered to be "lesser" jobs can actually have more of an impact than one could ever imagine.  When you're driving a bus or working at a fast food restaurant just imagine all of the differents lives you cross paths with each and every day.  Just think about the kind of impact you can have on such a wide variety of lives.  In fact, all of this reminds me of one of my all time favorite songs by Caedmon's Call called "Bus Driver" which talks about just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one kids take on that same song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0bn97XYfAu0&amp;hl=en&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/0bn97XYfAu0&amp;hl=en&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/18961237-9019879052644853718?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/9019879052644853718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=9019879052644853718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/9019879052644853718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/9019879052644853718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2008/10/bus-drivers.html' title='Bus Drivers'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-2279914289921945093</id><published>2008-10-20T14:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T14:28:00.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Death of Conservatism?</title><content type='html'>Early Sunday morning before heading off to worship I was watching the &lt;a href="http://www.thechrismatthewsshow.com/index.php"&gt;Chris Matthews Show&lt;/a&gt;.  Towards the end of the show it was suggested that the success of Barack Obama indicates the death of conservative era which began with Barry Goldwater and Ronald Reagan in 1964.  One of the panel members who views himself very much a conservative, so much so he suggested getting chills just thinking about Pres. Reagan and some of the things he championed, suggested that maybe it's not done but Pres. Bush has killed it for the time being. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I learn that on &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/27265369/"&gt;Meet the Press&lt;/a&gt; Collin Powell is now endorsing Barack Obama for president.  So I'm starting to think maybe there's something to this notion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's what I'm wondering:  Since I wasn't born until after 1964, I tend to fall a little more liberally politically, and I haven't really paid real close attention to politics until the last 5-6 years I'm wondering what others think about this notion.  Are we seeing the end of the conservative era?  Did Pres. Bush essentially kill it?  Just drive it into hibernation?  What does this seemingly substantial lead by Barack Obama say about conservative politics, if anything?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-2279914289921945093?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/2279914289921945093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=2279914289921945093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/2279914289921945093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/2279914289921945093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2008/10/death-of-conservatism.html' title='Death of Conservatism?'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-2627154847132579016</id><published>2008-10-20T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T09:44:27.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Down</title><content type='html'>Over the past week or so I've read a number of devotions that have talked about the busyness of life.  One today talked about hurried discipleship.  How often do we look at discipleship as a set of programs, twelve step process, or something we can power up to in a relatively short period of time.  Yet, isn't discipleship about relationship...the relationship... our relationship with Jesus?  When have you ever built a relationship in 8 steps or 6 weeks and then were able to call it good for life?  You haven't!  Discipleship is something that takes time, takes a lifetime, and only happens by slowing down, setting "doing" aside, and nurturing that relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about this notion a little bit last week at our church council meeting.  I asked the question, "What would it be like, what would happen, if we shut down all programing here at Christ Lutheran and hung out with Jesus for a year?"  One person was actually brave enough to give the answer as most people were probably thinking with "It wouldn't work."  We as a church have programmed people to think that the way we counteract the busyness of the world is by creating our own busyness.  The response also gets at the concern that if we're not doing "stuff" then we also won't be bringing in money.  So it becomes a bottom line issue as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what, if we did slow down and take this discipleship thing seriously?  What if we shed some of the things of the world and focused on building a relationship with Christ?  The world would likely push back.  We might find ourselves living with less money in our bank account.  We might find ourselves volunteering at community service organizations.  We might find our priorities completely readjusted... But would that be all bad?  Would the rewards be worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-2627154847132579016?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/2627154847132579016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=2627154847132579016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/2627154847132579016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/2627154847132579016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2008/10/slow-down.html' title='Slow Down'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-1062397469992220153</id><published>2008-10-17T12:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T12:18:32.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Five Coin Toss</title><content type='html'>Well, Gals and Pals, this weekend we'll be rendering unto Caesar what is Caesar's, and that has me thinking about coinage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) When was the last time you flipped a coin or even saw one flipped in person?  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy, it's hard to recall how long ago, exactly, it was.  However, if I remember correctly it was at a restaurant when I couldn't decide between two choices.  Often that is the best way for me to decide... Probably my favorite coin flip of all time (at least to this point in my life) was in "No Country for Old Men" which I referenced in an &lt;a href="http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2008/10/sacramental-movie-scene.html"&gt;entry &lt;/a&gt;a little while back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Do you have any foreign coins in your house? If so, where are they from? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have some German coins from when I got to travel there in college.  Where are they?  Who knows, but my bet would be the fanny pack I took on that trip.  I don't know for certain, but I'm guessing Dawn has some from China after doing mission work there for 2 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) A penny saved is a penny earned, they say. But let's get serious. Is there a special place in heaven for pennies, or do you think they'll find a special place in, well, the other place?  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's hard to say.  On the one hand, they say you can't take it with you.  On the other hand there is the old joke about a million dollars to us being worth a penny to God (along with a thousand years being a second to God) and the gentleman asking God for a million dollars, to which God responds, "In a second."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) How much did you get from the tooth fairy when you were a child? and if you have children of your own, do they get coins, or paper money? (I hear there may be some inflation.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;If I remember correctly I got a quarter growing up.  When I lived in CA some family friends of ours gave 50 cents.  I was over visiting one night and their son had lost a tooth and was all excited to show me.  That night I stayed up late with his parents splitting about a bottle and a half of wine with his mother.  Before we knew it the clock was pushing 2 a.m. and Mom hadn't left the tooth fairy money.  It just so happened I had gotten a 50 cent piece for change at restaurant earlier in the day, so I offered her that.  Bright and early the next morning their son excited woke me up (much to the chagrin of an achy head) to show me this super cool gift from the tooth fairy.  It was tough to feign excitement.&lt;/span&gt;.. still, it's a good memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Did anyone in your household collect the state quarters? And did anyone in your household manage to sustain the interest required to stick with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Initially I did not, I wished I had.  Then, I married someone who had been collecting them with her grandmother.  My wife, Dawn, has largely lost interest, but I can hardly wait for Hawaii (the only one we have left).  I think it's super cool!  I'm guessing Andrew will love it one day as well... at least he better :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-1062397469992220153?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/1062397469992220153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=1062397469992220153' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/1062397469992220153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/1062397469992220153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2008/10/friday-five-coin-toss.html' title='Friday Five Coin Toss'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-7986034768589143617</id><published>2008-10-16T14:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T14:20:00.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Say Goodbye to Jesus For Me</title><content type='html'>Here is an article I recently came across by Mike &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yaconelli&lt;/span&gt; that was published Nov. 2000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Every month the youth group at River Road Church visited Holcomb Manor, a local nursing home, to do the church services for the people who stayed there.  Daryl Jenkins, a reluctant youth group volunteer and former alcoholic, didn't like nursing homes and had avoided the services.  But because of a flu epidemic, Daryl was asked to join a depleted group of sponsors to help with the monthly service.  He agreed to go as long as he didn't have to be part of the program.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The day of the service, Daryl felt awkward and out of place.  While the service was in progress, Daryl leaned against the back wall, between two residents in wheelchairs.  Just as the service finished and Daryl thought about a quick exit, someone grabbed his hand.  Startled, Daryl looked down to see a very old man in a wheelchair holding on to his hand tightly.  The man was frail and obviously lonely.  What could Daryl do but hold his hand back?  Oliver Leak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; his name, his 91-year-old frame bent and twisted, his face covered with deep wrinkles, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; his mouth open most of the time.  Oliver's face was expressionless, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Daryl doubted whether the man could hear or see anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;As everyone began to leave, Daryl realized he didn't want to leave the old man -- he'd been left too many times in his long life.  Confused by his feelings, Daryl leaned over to Oliver and whispered, "I'm...uh...sorry.  I have to leave, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;but I'll be back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;.  I promise."  Without any warning, Mr. Leak responded by squeezing Daryl's hand and then let go.  Daryl's eyes filled with tears, and he grabbed his stuff and started to leave.  Inexplicably, Daryl heard himself say to the old man, "I love you."  (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Where did that come from?  What's the matter with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Daryl came back the next month...and the month after that.  The routine was the same:  Daryl would stand in the back, Mr. Leak would grab his hand, Daryl would say he had to leave, Mr. Leak would squeeze his hand, and Daryl would say softly, "I love you, Mr. Leak."  (He had learned his name, of course.)  Soon Daryl would find himself looking forward to visiting his old friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;On Daryl's sixth visit, he could tell something was wrong.  Mr. Leak wasn't at the service.  Daryl wasn't too concerned at first because it often took the nurses a long time to wheel everyone out.  But as the service went on, Daryl became alarmed.  He went to the head nurse.  "Um, I don't see Mr. Leak here today.  Is he okay?"  The nurse asked Daryl to follow her, and she led him to Room 27 where Oliver lay in his bed, his eyes closed, his breathing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;uneven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;.  At 40 years of age, Daryl had never seen someone dying, but he knew Oliver was near death.   Slowly Daryl walked to the side of the bed and grabbed Oliver's hand.  Oliver was unresponsive, and it didn't take long for the tears to come for Daryl.  They had never spoken, and Daryl knew he might never see Oliver alive again.  So much he wanted to say, but the words wouldn't come out.  They were together about an hour when the youth director gently interrupted Daryl to say they were leaving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Daryl stood to leave and squeezed Mr. Leak's hand for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;e last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; time, "I'm sorry, Oliver, I have to go.  I love you."  As he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;unclasped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; his hand, he felt a squeeze.  The tears were unstoppable now.  Daryl stumbled toward the door, trying to gain his composure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A young woman was standing at the door, and Daryl almost bumped into her.  "I'm sorry," he said, "I didn't see you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"It's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;all right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;.  I've been waiting to see you," she said.  "I'm Oliver's granddaughter.  He's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;, you know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Yes, I know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"I wanted to meet you," she went on.  "When the doctors said he was dying, I came immediately.  We were very close.  They &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; he couldn't talk, but he always talked to me.  Not much, but I knew what he was saying.  Last night he woke up.  His &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; were bright and alert.  He looked straight into my eyes and said, 'Please say goodbye to Jesus for me,' and he lay back down and closed his eyes.  I whispered to him, 'Grandpa, I don't need to say goodbye to Jesus.  You're going to be with him soon, and you can tell him hello.'  He struggled to open his yes again, but theis time his face lit up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;with a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;mischievous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; smile that he only gave to me, and he said clearly as I'm talking to you, 'I know, but Jesus comes to see me every month, and he might not know I've gone.'  He closed his eyes and hasn't spoken since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"I told the nurse what he said, and she told me about you coming every month, holding his hand.  I wanted to thank you for him, for me, and...well... I never thought of Jesus being as chubby and bald as you, but I imagine Jesus is very glad to have been mistaken for you.  I know Oliver is.  Than you."  She leaned over and kissed Daryl on the forehead.  Oliver Leak died peacefully the next morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;May God give us m ore volunteers like Daryl Jenkins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-7986034768589143617?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/7986034768589143617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=7986034768589143617' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/7986034768589143617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/7986034768589143617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2008/10/please-say-goodbye-to-jesus-for-me.html' title='Please Say Goodbye to Jesus For Me'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-6695472319979592883</id><published>2008-10-16T09:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T09:42:31.255-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andrew pictures'/><title type='text'>Hmmm....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SPdKs7wtW0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/XwGi_yjyKmQ/s1600-h/bob+ade+brad+1972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SPdKs7wtW0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/XwGi_yjyKmQ/s320/bob+ade+brad+1972.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257753225795033922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of me when I was about Andrew's age.  I find a certain relief that he looks a bit like I did back then.  No need for a DNA test here.  It is interesting because one of the most common comments that Dawn and I hear is something along the lines of, "Andrew looks nothing like his father.  Look at all of that hair."  What we find funny, now, is that we've heard it approximately 800 times, yet people say it and feel like they're being terribly original....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SPdNc_v-Z0I/AAAAAAAAAEw/4D12ByRWt5E/s1600-h/s609185263_1347567_7673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SPdNc_v-Z0I/AAAAAAAAAEw/4D12ByRWt5E/s320/s609185263_1347567_7673.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257756250522675010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhat related, I'm wondering why it is socially acceptable to make fun of bald people?  Often I lament the loss of my hair and it hurts when I'm reminded of that loss.  I know people mean no harm so I laugh along with them, but it's hard sometimes... Speaking of socially acceptable, why is it socially acceptable for strangers to talk to me because I'm carrying a baby?  Why is do some of those people think it's OK to touch my baby, or even ask to hold him?  People I know, I am thrilled to show off my child.  People I have never met, I am not real thrilled to have you interacting with my child.  How do I know where that stranger has been and that they're safe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-6695472319979592883?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/6695472319979592883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=6695472319979592883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/6695472319979592883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/6695472319979592883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2008/10/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm....'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SPdKs7wtW0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/XwGi_yjyKmQ/s72-c/bob+ade+brad+1972.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-3335254599938293118</id><published>2008-10-15T13:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T13:48:09.939-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sermon'/><title type='text'>One Doozy of a Wedding</title><content type='html'>Here is my sermon from this past week where I talked about the parable of the wedding banquet to talk about a call to righteousness... perhaps something we all could afford to hear.  If you've read previous entries you might recognize a few previous rants as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://godtube.com/flvplayer.swf" FlashVars="viewkey=ee7925a5f700b7ff2a3d" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="330" height="270" name="godtube" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-3335254599938293118?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/3335254599938293118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=3335254599938293118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/3335254599938293118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/3335254599938293118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-doozy-of-wedding.html' title='One Doozy of a Wedding'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-6875668598226568592</id><published>2008-10-14T18:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T18:59:00.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Support the Troops</title><content type='html'>I have heard it said that the biggest fear is public speaking.  Since I get up and speak in public on a regular basis some might argue that I'm a pretty brave person.  They might be right (whoever "they" are).  However, I would suggest that anybody who is willing to go into an area where they may or may not try and kill and do their part in attempting to bring peace (or at least a cease fire) is somewhere around 100 times braver than me.  Anyone who is serving, or has served in the military absolutely amazes me... if for no other reason than I don't think I'm capable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon I had the privilege of preaching at a nursing home in Rochester.  The volunteer who played the piano for us also graduated from St. Olaf.  She graduated about 50 years before me.  She was there during the war.  She mentioned it was a different time then.  No kidding!  It really struck me when she mentioned that.  We see signs and hear politicians say, "Support our troops!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds good doesn't it?  Support Our Troops!  You bet we do.  Those men and women are amazing people and I am grateful for everything they do.  Here's the problem I have: "Support Our Troops" doesn't appear to be much more than a slogan to me.  What, honestly, are we doing to support our troops?  The way things operate around this country you would hardly know we were a country at war.  Here is a poster from WWII:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.world-war-2.info/images/poster16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.world-war-2.info/images/poster16.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have we sacrificed?  How are we REALLY supporting the troops?  What can we do?  What should we do?  How do we make it something meaningful, something more than a politically correct slogan that is spouted off to keep from being lambasted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/PASTOR%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-6875668598226568592?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/6875668598226568592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=6875668598226568592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/6875668598226568592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/6875668598226568592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2008/10/support-troops.html' title='Support the Troops'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-4837562596570903686</id><published>2008-10-14T15:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T16:25:04.965-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andrew pictures'/><title type='text'>Proud Father</title><content type='html'>I can't help it.  I've tried to be limited on talking about and sharing about Andrew, but he really is great.  We have been so very blessed.  He is a mellow kid, who sleeps really well at night.  Here are some of my favorite recent pictures of him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SPNlv59S_TI/AAAAAAAAAEA/V-tBuKAYlbs/s1600-h/n609185263_1347562_6069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SPNlv59S_TI/AAAAAAAAAEA/V-tBuKAYlbs/s320/n609185263_1347562_6069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256657063757675826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SPNl8VOIQaI/AAAAAAAAAEI/8jsV_PuuMzo/s1600-h/n609185263_1347557_4443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SPNl8VOIQaI/AAAAAAAAAEI/8jsV_PuuMzo/s320/n609185263_1347557_4443.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256657277234463138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SPNmG4Y1rpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/U9Au_Lp2Ky4/s1600-h/n609185263_1347563_6381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SPNmG4Y1rpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/U9Au_Lp2Ky4/s320/n609185263_1347563_6381.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256657458473315986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SPNlHGSoT_I/AAAAAAAAADY/Wzi5tCzZhug/s1600-h/n609185263_1347561_5680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SPNlHGSoT_I/AAAAAAAAADY/Wzi5tCzZhug/s320/n609185263_1347561_5680.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256656362693742578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SPNnKKfXQ1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/4G20Cev5hqI/s1600-h/n609185263_1347558_4749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SPNnKKfXQ1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/4G20Cev5hqI/s320/n609185263_1347558_4749.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256658614383756114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-4837562596570903686?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/4837562596570903686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=4837562596570903686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/4837562596570903686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/4837562596570903686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2008/10/proud-father.html' title='Proud Father'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SPNlv59S_TI/AAAAAAAAAEA/V-tBuKAYlbs/s72-c/n609185263_1347562_6069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-5746822450628505307</id><published>2008-10-14T10:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T10:17:00.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Locks</title><content type='html'>I've noticed something interesting.  Over the three years I've been here we keep adding more and more locks.  Now, some of them are for good reason but it feels like we spend more time keeping people out than inviting people in.  Aren't we called to welcome the stranger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to notice putting a lock on a door or a thermostat, but we put them in other places as well, don't we?  We make assumptions like people know where to get coffee and where acceptable places are to sit, who to talk to, and how to behave during worship.  We use code words like gospel, sermon, and sacrament.  We sit on the end of the pew so that people need to crawl over us to get to an open spot instead of sliding to the middle so the open spots are easily acceptable.  Aren't we called to welcome the stranger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we move forward in ministry what are we going to do?  Add more locks?  I suspect that would be our natural human instinct but perhaps not where God is calling us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-5746822450628505307?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/5746822450628505307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=5746822450628505307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/5746822450628505307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/5746822450628505307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2008/10/locks.html' title='Locks'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-4535422122802067106</id><published>2008-10-14T07:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T10:17:41.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Fairness</title><content type='html'>I know at times I have been a bit more critical of the Republican party.  As they say on the local sports radio station, "FICA (Fairness In Conversation Act), the Republicans are certainly trying to do the right thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've watched some of this financial stuff unfold I think Pres. Bush is working hard to try and do the right thing.  I think he has even said some good things in regards to encouraging us not to panic in face of what we're seeing on Wall Street, etc.  The problem, I see, is that he said similar things as we entered into Iraq and the majority of this country see the war as a colossal blunder of policy by Pres. Bush and the administration.  I hope he continues to work in a positive direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Pres. Bush, this current financial situation has brought something interesting to light for me.  Regardless of what you think of the President and his policies he is still our president, our leader, right?  Whatever happened to being supportive of our leaders?  Now, I don't have a problem offering advice for making improvements, or even disagreeing with decisions that are made.  Even so, I think we need to find a way to support our leader.  I think that's going to be critical as we elect a new president as well.  If the polls are correct close to half of us are going to be disappointed with whomever wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, did you see the rally/town meeting for McCain this last weekend where the woman accused Obama of being an "Arab" (which I suspect if she could come up with the word would have said "terrorist" instead)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jrnRU3ocIH4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jrnRU3ocIH4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Uggh, did you notice these questions came from my beloved home state of MN?  I thought we were level headed reasonable people?)  Did you see the way Sen. McCain deflected those attacks on Sen. Obama from the crowd?  Oh, I suppose, the McCain campaign can be accused for stirring the pot with their rhetoric, however, I really like the way that Sen. McCain responded.  I really, really hope this is a sign of the way things are going to go with the campaign in the final month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-4535422122802067106?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/4535422122802067106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=4535422122802067106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/4535422122802067106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/4535422122802067106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-fairness.html' title='In Fairness'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-1835140666270587375</id><published>2008-10-13T13:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T13:31:00.519-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sermon'/><title type='text'>Building Rejects</title><content type='html'>After a month away for paternity leave, here is my sermon from a little over a week ago (Oct. 5).  The &lt;a href="http://bible.crosswalk.com/OnlineStudyBible/bible.cgi?word=Matthew+21%3A33-46&amp;amp;version=nrs&amp;amp;new=1&amp;amp;oq="&gt;gospel &lt;/a&gt;provided quite the challenge for us that day with the parable of the evil vineyard tenants.  Here is my attempt to address it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://godtube.com/flvplayer.swf" flashvars="viewkey=c7e4cea1d1f7b5985c83" wmode="transparent" quality="high" name="godtube" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" width="330" height="270"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-1835140666270587375?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/1835140666270587375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=1835140666270587375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/1835140666270587375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/1835140666270587375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2008/10/building-rejects.html' title='Building Rejects'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-5120798335067220842</id><published>2008-10-13T09:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T09:13:52.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfortable?</title><content type='html'>In our gospel reading a little over a week ago one of the things we heard was, "The building block that was rejected has become the cornerstone of a whole new world."  So with that we talked briefly about Jesus being the foundation of our lives.  I wonder, though, if people really understand how unsettling and uncomfortable that can be.  I wonder, how many people show up at church on Sunday in hopes of making Jesus not the foundation of their lives but of Jesus enhancing their already comfortable lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We act sometimes as if Jesus died on the cross so that our kids would score higher on the SAT's, behave better, or become captain of their sports team.  We act sometimes as if Jesus died on the cross so that we might get a promotion at work, own that SUV, or have people admire us.  If those good things happen for you in life, great!  However, I highly doubt that's why Jesus died on the cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the panic over the current financial situation is that it makes us uncomfortable.  We have led ourselves to believe that following Jesus will make our lives better.  We have led ourselves to believe that if act nicely and participate in the church "correctly" our lives will be comfortable.  I don't think Jesus came to make our lives comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus said, "Take up your cross and follow me."  That doesn't sound comfortable.  Sure Jesus said, "My yoke is easy and my burden is light."  However, notice that there is still a yoke (work) and a burden (uncomfortable).  It seems to me that comfortable isn't the word to describe our lives of following, maybe bearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see Jesus died on the cross so that you might serve your neighbor.  Jesus died on the cross so that you would sell all that you have and give it to the poor.  Jesus died so that the unrighteous might have a chance at forgiveness.  Jesus died so that you might be freed to feed the hungry, clothe the naked, visit the imprisoned, and give shelter to the homeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you starting to feel uncomfortable yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-5120798335067220842?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/5120798335067220842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=5120798335067220842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/5120798335067220842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/5120798335067220842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2008/10/comfortable.html' title='Comfortable?'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-890184455088550927</id><published>2008-10-12T07:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T07:33:58.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Case You Missed It</title><content type='html'>In case you missed it, on Thursday night Saturday Night Live gave us an a brief recap (reliving?) of last weeks debate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/48f1ee187119f263/4741e3c5156499a7/7c487a33/-cpid/c0ad69be21baa7ed" id="W4727a250e66f972348f1ee187119f263" width="384" height="283"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/48f1ee187119f263/4741e3c5156499a7/7c487a33/-cpid/c0ad69be21baa7ed"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-890184455088550927?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/890184455088550927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=890184455088550927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/890184455088550927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/890184455088550927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-case-you-missed-it.html' title='In Case You Missed It'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18961237.post-6768249683530164302</id><published>2008-10-10T10:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T10:49:55.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>I've recently been reading "The Last Battle" by C.S. Lewis, it is Book 7 in the Chronicles of Narnia.  In this book there is an Ape named shift who is very clever and he is friends with a not so clever donkey named Puzzle.  They come across a lion's skin and decide to dress Puzzle up and try and play him off as Aslan (the lion who is the character of God in the series) so that Shift can have all kinds of power for the sake of making changes he wants around Narnia.  By and large it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a scene early on in the book where the ruse is pretty early on where Shift is explaining to some of the other animals in that part of the forest the deal that has been made with the neighboring country.  In the deal various people of Narnia have been given to the neighboring country in exchange for money and goods that will be used to build up Narnia into the kind of nation it "ought" to be.  After this shared the following exchange happens:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"But we don't want these things," said an old Bear.  "We want to be free.  And we want to hear Aslan speak himself."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Now don't you start arguing," said the Ape, "for it's a thing I won't stand.  I'm a Man; you're only a fat, stupid old Bear.  What do you know about freedom?  You think freedom means doing what you like.  Well, you're wrong.  That isn't true freedom.  True freedom means doing what I tell you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh!  It sounds almost like something you'd hear from a government official these days.  What is freedom to you?  What do you think about when you hear expressions like, "Freedom in Christ"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18961237-6768249683530164302?l=clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/feeds/6768249683530164302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18961237&amp;postID=6768249683530164302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/6768249683530164302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18961237/posts/default/6768249683530164302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clcpastorbrad.blogspot.com/2008/10/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>pb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07327172275938948414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63IIwcblpV4/SK8KN1xjUyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qWpnpwTJ9Xk/S220/DSCN0505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
