<?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-4279010084117300155</id><updated>2011-11-27T18:09:11.298-06:00</updated><category term='Singing'/><category term='Fellowship'/><category term='Freedom'/><category term='Prodigal Son'/><category term='Agenda'/><category term='Gravy'/><category term='Hope'/><category term='Forgiveness'/><category term='Parenting'/><category term='Fanny J. 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term='Third Day'/><category term='Alabaster Jar'/><category term='hide and seek'/><category term='Giving'/><category term='More Love More Power'/><category term='The Lord is my Shepherd'/><category term='Mercy'/><category term='Irving Texas Eateries'/><category term='Jesus is Lord'/><category term='Healing'/><category term='Suffering'/><category term='Scenic Places'/><category term='Bread of Life'/><category term='Spiritual Gifts'/><category term='Horatius Bonar'/><category term='Recipe'/><category term='Vivien Hibbert'/><category term='Mentoring'/><category term='Undignified'/><category term='Speaking'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Experience the Fire</title><subtitle type='html'>When one follows in the dust of the Master, one is likely to get dusty, too.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>213</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-8696476080869339605</id><published>2011-03-15T08:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T08:58:40.151-05:00</updated><title type='text'>College Tour</title><content type='html'>Trevor, my 17 year old Junior at MacArthur High School, isn't sure where he wants to go to college next year. So, later on today we are leaving to visit 8 schools in four days. We are going to Harding University, John Brown University, Oklahoma Christian University, Oklahoma Baptist University, Abilene Christian University, Hardin-Simmons University, Baylor University, and Texas Christian University. Did I miss any? What college would you recommend? We are looking for a smaller college of Christian persausion. He needs a good strong church nearby that he can be on the worship team (he plays cello) and a place that is academically strong. Know of one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-8696476080869339605?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/8696476080869339605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2011/03/college-tour.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/8696476080869339605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/8696476080869339605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2011/03/college-tour.html' title='College Tour'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-4715027607859206235</id><published>2011-02-01T18:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T18:27:09.245-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!  Big dose of global warming.</title><content type='html'>Friday it was 78 degrees.  Saturday it was 74 degrees.  Today the high was 20 degrees.  It has rained, sleeted and snowed today so no school and no work.  So we have had a family day... inside, warm and cozy.  It is supposed to be 7 degrees tonight.  7.  North Texas is not supposed to be this cold.  It's supposed to be above freezing on Friday...can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-4715027607859206235?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/4715027607859206235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2011/02/brrrrrrrrr-big-dose-of-global-warming.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/4715027607859206235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/4715027607859206235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2011/02/brrrrrrrrr-big-dose-of-global-warming.html' title='Brrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!  Big dose of global warming.'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-1335451525037001811</id><published>2011-01-26T15:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T16:04:28.032-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Potager Cafe</title><content type='html'>I started my first internship for culinary school by working at Potager Cafe in Arlington.  What a cool place.  They genuinely care about the people they serve and the food they make.   They buy food directly from local farmers and ranchers.  They take that food and prepare it such a way that it brings out the flavor without killing the nutrition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come by and eat.  You'll be glad you did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-1335451525037001811?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/1335451525037001811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2011/01/potager-cafe.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/1335451525037001811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/1335451525037001811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2011/01/potager-cafe.html' title='Potager Cafe'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-5967733994577415996</id><published>2011-01-15T07:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T07:23:57.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Saw An Angel</title><content type='html'>First of all, let me tell you I am a sane person.  I do not have nor have I ever had a mental disorder that would cause me to make up stuff or see stuff that isn't really there.   Just thought you would want to know.  Now here is my story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 16 years old, my family went to Tennessee to visit extended family during the Christmas Break.  On one occasion we went and picked up pecans but many had not yet fallen.  So being the adventurous sort, I climbed up into the tree and was shaking limbs by stomping them, causing the pecans to fall.  I was about 40 feet up when one limb I stomped on broke...now here is where it gets interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started falling and saw white feathers.  I landed straddling a branch about 20 feet below and a 1/4 turn around the tree without a scratch and not singing soprano the rest of my life.  I remember looking up and seeing the limb I was standing on dangling and wondering what just happened.  I climbed down out of the tree and knew something significant happened but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really talked about the experience until about 15 years ago because I thought people would think I was "kookoo for cocoa puffs" if I talked about it.  But it was the first time I knew God loved me and cared about me in  a tangible way.  It made me feel special, that God cared about me enough to not let me die or be horribly injured.  I can't explain why I was spared while others were allowed to have gravity take over and splat on the ground.  I just know that God saved me that day and I am grateful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-5967733994577415996?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/5967733994577415996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-saw-angel.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/5967733994577415996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/5967733994577415996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-saw-angel.html' title='I Saw An Angel'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-8835701989613194777</id><published>2011-01-13T07:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T08:47:56.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Every Kitchen Should Have</title><content type='html'>After cooking at a professional kitchen at school and my own (very well equipped) kitchen at home, I decided to write a list of what gadgets, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;utensils&lt;/span&gt; and equipment kitchens should have in order to cook meals regularly. I cooked in several ill equipped kitchens last year of relatives and if they would just get the basics, cooking would be so much easier and enjoyable. Compare your list to mine and see how you come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MUST HAVES (the minimum):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four burner &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cook top&lt;/span&gt; (gas preferred) All four should work properly.&lt;br /&gt;Single oven (electric preferred) Double Oven preferred&lt;br /&gt;Stand Mixer (Kitchen Aid is awfully nice)&lt;br /&gt;Microwave oven&lt;br /&gt;Refrigerator/Freezer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Canisters&lt;/span&gt; to hold flour and sugar (at least 1/2 gallon)&lt;br /&gt;Automatic dishwasher&lt;br /&gt;Blender&lt;br /&gt;Can Opener&lt;br /&gt;2 compartment sink&lt;br /&gt;Two 12 inch saute' pan (Non Stick)&lt;br /&gt;Two Stainless Steel Skillets ( 9" and 12")&lt;br /&gt;2 quart saucepan&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 quart saucepan&lt;br /&gt;1 quart saucepan&lt;br /&gt;Dutch Oven (1 gallon)&lt;br /&gt;Stock Pot (2 gallon)&lt;br /&gt;2 cookie sheets&lt;br /&gt;2 muffin pans&lt;br /&gt;2 Pyrex glass 2-quart Baking dishes&lt;br /&gt;2 9" X 13" Pyrex glass baking dish&lt;br /&gt;1 9" X 13" Baking pan&lt;br /&gt;2 pie plates (12")&lt;br /&gt;2 12" cooking racks&lt;br /&gt;Strainer&lt;br /&gt;1 set of measuring cups&lt;br /&gt;1 set of measuring spoons&lt;br /&gt;1 Pyrex measuring cup (1 cup)&lt;br /&gt;1 Pyrex measuring bowl (4 cup)&lt;br /&gt;1 Pyrex measuring bowl (2 quart)&lt;br /&gt;2 mixing bowls&lt;br /&gt;3 2-quart Serving bowls&lt;br /&gt;Roasting pan&lt;br /&gt;Vegetable Peeler&lt;br /&gt;Chef's knife (French knife)&lt;br /&gt;Paring knife&lt;br /&gt;Bread knife&lt;br /&gt;Utility knife (8")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Santoku&lt;/span&gt; knife (7")&lt;br /&gt;Butcher knife&lt;br /&gt;Melon &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Baller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cook's Fork&lt;br /&gt;4 Spatulas (Use plastic Spatula on nonstick cookware)&lt;br /&gt;2 Rubber Spatulas&lt;br /&gt;2 slotted spoons&lt;br /&gt;2 solid spoons&lt;br /&gt;Tongs&lt;br /&gt;2 Wire Whips&lt;br /&gt;Cheese Grater&lt;br /&gt;Colander&lt;br /&gt;Wire Mesh Skimmer&lt;br /&gt;Bench Scrapper&lt;br /&gt;Pie Server&lt;br /&gt;2 Ladles&lt;br /&gt;Meat Thermometer&lt;br /&gt;Digital scale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Electric&lt;/span&gt; Mixer&lt;br /&gt;Toaster&lt;br /&gt;Steamer&lt;br /&gt;12 piece table setting (plates, bowls, drinking glasses, forks, knives, steak knives, spoons, saucers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food to always have on hand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Purpose Flour&lt;br /&gt;White Sugar&lt;br /&gt;Brown Sugar&lt;br /&gt;Bread Crumbs&lt;br /&gt;Eggs&lt;br /&gt;Milk&lt;br /&gt;All the spices (get small containers of less used spices)&lt;br /&gt;Salt&lt;br /&gt;Pepper&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla&lt;br /&gt;Cocoa Powder&lt;br /&gt;Baking Powder&lt;br /&gt;Baking Soda&lt;br /&gt;Yeast&lt;br /&gt;Tea&lt;br /&gt;Coffee&lt;br /&gt;Cooking Spray&lt;br /&gt;Olive Oil&lt;br /&gt;Vegetable Oil&lt;br /&gt;Potatoes&lt;br /&gt;Onions&lt;br /&gt;Celery&lt;br /&gt;Carrots&lt;br /&gt;Fresh Vegetables&lt;br /&gt;Fresh Fruits&lt;br /&gt;Butter&lt;br /&gt;Bacon&lt;br /&gt;Cream Cheese&lt;br /&gt;Meats&lt;br /&gt;Beans&lt;br /&gt;Rice&lt;br /&gt;Honey&lt;br /&gt;Red and White Wine (for Cooking)&lt;br /&gt;Cream&lt;br /&gt;Canned Tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Broth&lt;br /&gt;Beef Broth&lt;br /&gt;Salsa&lt;br /&gt;Dijon Mustard&lt;br /&gt;Worcestershire Sauce&lt;br /&gt;Hot sauce (Franks or Tabasco)&lt;br /&gt;Parmesan Cheese&lt;br /&gt;Cheddar Cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Monterrey&lt;/span&gt; Jack Cheese&lt;br /&gt;Cream of Chicken soup&lt;br /&gt;Cream of Mushroom Soup&lt;br /&gt;Spaghetti Sauce&lt;br /&gt;Dried Pasta (Spaghetti, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Penne&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Farfalle&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you think of anything I left out? Anything you can't live without in the kitchen that I left out? Compare what you have in your kitchen to this basic list. How did you come out?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-8835701989613194777?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/8835701989613194777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-every-kitchen-should-have.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/8835701989613194777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/8835701989613194777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-every-kitchen-should-have.html' title='What Every Kitchen Should Have'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-2514841635781771864</id><published>2010-10-16T07:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T08:02:18.003-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pie Recipe'/><title type='text'>Cream Cheese Pie with Sour Cream Topping</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, the bake shop gave the basic cooking class two pies in exchange for our Cream of Broccoli Soup and Cream of Mushroom Soup.  We got the better end of the trade, by far.  The pie is awesome, easy and, if you use low fat cream cheese and low fat sour cream, only 75 calories per slice.   WHAT!!???!!  Yes, I said 75 calories per slice.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; like eating broccoli its so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;healthy&lt;/span&gt;.  WHAT UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so good, I asked the teacher for the recipe and it is so easy even a trained monkey could make it.  You probably have the ingredients in the fridge right now.  Take this pie to a pot luck (keep the other for yourself) and it will &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disappear&lt;/span&gt; faster than your kids &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disappear&lt;/span&gt; when it is chore time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cream Cheese Pie with Sour Cream Topping (makes two pies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-made Graham Cracker Crust&lt;br /&gt;24 oz Cream Cheese&lt;br /&gt;8 oz  Sugar&lt;br /&gt;4 eggs&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 tsp Vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix the cream cheese with the sugar until smooth.&lt;br /&gt;Add the eggs and vanilla and mix well.&lt;br /&gt;Pour into the graham cracker crust.&lt;br /&gt;Bake at 350 F for 20-25 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Top pie with Sour Cream topping and bake an additional 5-10 minutes to set the topping.&lt;br /&gt;Show some self discipline and let it cool or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;refrigerate&lt;/span&gt; until cold before digging in.  If your monkey made this pie, give him a piece of pie to reward him for his hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-2514841635781771864?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/2514841635781771864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2010/10/cream-cheese-pie-with-sour-cream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/2514841635781771864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/2514841635781771864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2010/10/cream-cheese-pie-with-sour-cream.html' title='Cream Cheese Pie with Sour Cream Topping'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-8435126501938839808</id><published>2010-10-16T07:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T08:04:52.777-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pie Recipe'/><title type='text'>Crumb Pie Recipe</title><content type='html'>The bake shop at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ElCentro&lt;/span&gt; College has a bake sale every &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;. I bought a crumb pie for two dollars because nothing else really &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;appealed&lt;/span&gt; to me. I brought it home and my family devoured it. It was one of the best tasting "pies" I have eaten. So I asked the baking teacher if I could get the recipe from her and she happily made a copy for me. So here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRUMB PIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crumb Topping:&lt;br /&gt;1 1/4 cups all purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp ground cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp ground nutmeg&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;6 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tbl&lt;/span&gt; (3/4 of a stick) unsalted butter at room temperature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FILLING&lt;br /&gt;2/3 boiling water&lt;br /&gt;1 cup brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp baking soda&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 frozen pie shell, thawed at least 20 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat the oven to 450 F.&lt;br /&gt;To make the topping, in a large bowl stir together the flour, sugar, cinnamon, nutmeg, and salt, using a whisk or fork. Cut the butter into several pieces and drop them into the bowl. Using your fingertips or a pastry blender, blend the butter into the flour until their are no visible pieces of butter and the mixture resembles coarse, dry crumbs. Set aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make the filling, in a medium bowl, whisk together the boiling water and brown sugar. Add the baking soda and whisk until well incorporated. Add the eggs and whisk well. The mixture will be quite thin. Pour into the pie shell and sprinkle evenly with the topping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake for 10 minutes, then reduce the heat to 350 F and bake for 25 to 30 minutes longer. As the pie bakes, it will puff dramatically and the crumb surface will crack. It is done when you insert a knife into one of the cracks and it comes out clean. Cool for one hour before serving. There won't be much left after people taste this pie so get a big piece first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-8435126501938839808?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/8435126501938839808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2010/10/crumb-pie-recipe.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/8435126501938839808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/8435126501938839808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2010/10/crumb-pie-recipe.html' title='Crumb Pie Recipe'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-4009711053870934942</id><published>2010-10-12T22:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T22:35:32.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chip</title><content type='html'>Please watch this video about a man who attends The Branch, the church I attend.  It is a powerful testament to the power of God and to the fact that God still works miracles.  It's awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h0lgQEO6qp4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h0lgQEO6qp4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video is a response to people who think God wound the Earth then stands back without interference.  I don't know why God chose Chip, but I am glad he did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-4009711053870934942?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/4009711053870934942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2010/10/chip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/4009711053870934942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/4009711053870934942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2010/10/chip.html' title='Chip'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-2413579376115471969</id><published>2010-10-06T14:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T14:52:43.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas Ranger Baseball</title><content type='html'>I have two team in Major League Baseball that I love to watch.  The TEXAS RANGERS and any team playing the New York Yankees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you watch baseball, have you noticed the Rangers are playing really well?  I don't get to write this very often so I am going to write quickly while they are winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Rangers!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-2413579376115471969?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/2413579376115471969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2010/10/texas-ranger-baseball.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/2413579376115471969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/2413579376115471969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2010/10/texas-ranger-baseball.html' title='Texas Ranger Baseball'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-6938643676483061815</id><published>2010-09-18T08:43:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T09:13:10.567-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Culinary School</title><content type='html'>I am in my third week of culinary school and can &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;scarcely&lt;/span&gt; wipe the smile off my face. It's awesome. I am taking three classes: Intro to Hospitality (how to run a restaurant), Sanitation and Safety (how to not make someone sick or kill them with your food) and Intro to Cooking (how do use a knife, convert recipes and cook).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I would have done this years ago. I am a duck to water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top ten things I have learned in culinary school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How to hold and handle a knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Cover the pan when you are boiling water and it traps the heat energy in the pan and boils the water faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Beef stock is made by boiling beefs bones for 8 hours with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mirepoix&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mirepoix&lt;/span&gt; is celery, carrots and onions cut in a large dice and added to most soup and stew recipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. There are about 35 food &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;borne&lt;/span&gt; diseases that can kill you or make you really sick. Use Clorox Clean-up to wipe down your kitchen. Seriously. Go wipe down your kitchen right now to kill all those germs. Throw away your kitchen sponge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The internal food temp of 165 (for about 15 seconds) kills bacteria in your food. Especially eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If a cow uses the muscle to walk or move, it will be tough and you have to cook it on low heat (225 degrees) for a long time with a little water and covered to make it edible. You only grill steaks that have enough fat in them to keep the meat juicy and tender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you get sick at a restaurant, it usually is because a restaurant worker DID NOT wash their hands after going to the restroom and got feces in your food. Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Eating raw oysters is a bad idea. The diseases you get from doing that are really bad and can cause you to forget your name (seriously) and go into a coma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Chef's aren't necessarily good cooks (although it really helps if they are)...they run a team of people that are good cooks and have a kitchen staff that work their butts off to make great food and they depend on incredible waiters to make the customers feel great. But the back bone of the entire restaurant rests on the shoulders of the pot washer and the ones that do the dishes. Without them, nothing could get done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Most likely, you can't go to the store and buy the steaks they serve at Three Forks, Ruth's Chris, or Bob's Steak and Chophouse. Those are Prime and cost a lot of money. Buy Top Choice (if you can find it) and only cook your steak to medium (never well done). Salt meat at the end of cooking or it will draw out all the moisture in the meat and make it dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt; Appetite! More tips &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;later&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-6938643676483061815?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/6938643676483061815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2010/09/culinary-school.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/6938643676483061815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/6938643676483061815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2010/09/culinary-school.html' title='Culinary School'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-5680542036925977256</id><published>2010-07-24T09:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T10:00:56.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Missionary's Kid</title><content type='html'>I grew up an MK.  Actually the moniker would be VDMK (Vocational Domestic Missionary's Kid).   When I was six, my parents lived in Northwest Tennessee, a hotbed of conservative religion, when they heard about a place in Western Colorado that had no church of Christ in the entire county.  Actually, there had been one there in the 40's and 50's but had closed its door for about 10 years.  So, within two months of finding that out, we moved to Delta County. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and dad made a five year commitment to the Paonia church.   They worked hard in the tiny town and brought many people to Christ by meeting people's needs for friendship, partnership, and compassion.  My dad ran orchards, raised cows, worked in the coal mine, farmed and bartered to be able to stay there (they are still there).  It took at least 20 years for my parents to accepted in the community, to stop being outsiders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what happens when you stop being a missionary but you are still where God sent you?  How long does one have to be someplace before you can be called a towny, where you actually become part of the community?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PKs and MKs and EKs don't have it easy.  They grow with their parents given to loving God first and doing his will first.  I wasn't neglected as a kid, I just knew I was second behind God.  I knew that being involved in  God's work was a higher calling, a more important calling.  I was not the center of my parent's world, my family were more like planets revolving around God's will. We all did it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a MK, PK or EK?  What was your experience?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-5680542036925977256?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/5680542036925977256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2010/07/missionarys-kid.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/5680542036925977256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/5680542036925977256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2010/07/missionarys-kid.html' title='Missionary&apos;s Kid'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-3405807490641399740</id><published>2010-07-12T18:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T18:20:27.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Back to School</title><content type='html'>Today, I enrolled in culinary school at El &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Centro&lt;/span&gt; College in Downtown Dallas.  I am taking Basics of Cooking, Sanitation and Safety, and Introduction to Hospitality Services.  I am really excited about taking this step although I am not looking forward to driving to Downtown Dallas for two years.  Although with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tuition&lt;/span&gt; comes a DART rail pass so I won't have to look for a parking space in the center of downtown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot about the joys of standing in line, and sitting around waiting for academic advisers to put me in classes...but it was very easy.  I was the oldest person in the room, even the registrar and all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;advisers&lt;/span&gt; were younger than me.  Oh well.   I look forward to being able to learn more about being a chef and operating a restaurant or food establishment.  Along with books, I have to get a chef's hat and coat and all the knives and utensils for the kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...is there anything you have been putting off than you need to get on with?  You ever wish you could be or do something but never got around to it?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Carpe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;diem&lt;/span&gt;!  Take the first step.  Stop wishing and dreaming about it and take your first step.  If I can do it, so can you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-3405807490641399740?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/3405807490641399740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2010/07/going-back-to-school.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/3405807490641399740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/3405807490641399740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2010/07/going-back-to-school.html' title='Going Back to School'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-245907745851269848</id><published>2010-07-09T08:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T09:50:48.862-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Equalibrium'/><title type='text'>Squeaky Wheel Gets the Grease</title><content type='html'>Have you noticed that authority reacts to whining? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a parent of three boys, I tend to let them have freedom until they start a ruckus then I intervene.   When they start arguing or hitting each other past a certain point, I step in and try to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;-escalate the situation.  Most of the time, I have to initially get louder and stronger in order for there to be some peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Churches do the same thing.  Churches chug along at a complacent clip until people start grumbling or arguing.  Then the authorities of the church step in to mediate and moderate the problem until there is peace or someone leaves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Governments do the same thing.  Citizens go along with status &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;quo&lt;/span&gt; until someone gets their panties in a wad and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;government&lt;/span&gt; steps in, makes a law that gets everyone back into the status &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;quo&lt;/span&gt;.  The biggest complainers cause the most laws to be passed, which in turn, causes a new norm to be established that everyone has to live by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Equilibrium&lt;/span&gt; is the balance we have in any social system that are seen as normal.  It is not always good (like when injustice or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;discrimination&lt;/span&gt; are the norm) nor is it always bad (driving on the correct side of the road is an agreed upon norm).    Every social system from families to the global community has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;equilibrium&lt;/span&gt;.  Some society's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;equilibrium&lt;/span&gt; is constant war, injustice and oppression (like most Muslim countries) while others are based on individual freedom and justice (like what our constitution espouses). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do whiners and complainers always get their way while the rest of us suffer?  Until we take matters into our own hands (learn how to solve problems ourselves) we will have to turn to whatever authority is out there to solve problems for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-245907745851269848?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/245907745851269848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2010/07/squeaky-wheel-gets-grease.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/245907745851269848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/245907745851269848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2010/07/squeaky-wheel-gets-grease.html' title='Squeaky Wheel Gets the Grease'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-2620111802442151211</id><published>2010-07-05T08:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T09:02:27.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Midstream Career Change</title><content type='html'>I am thinking seriously about going to culinary school in Dallas.  I love to cook...actually, I have a passion for cooking.  Cooking a meal taps into my creative side (sometimes a little too creative) and, most of the time, people really like what I cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandmother Helen started a home &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cookin&lt;/span&gt;' (no "g"..."&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;g's&lt;/span&gt; were too refined) restaurant after she retired in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Palmersville&lt;/span&gt;, Tennessee.  She used every country fried, gravy covered, sugar glazed recipe in her arsenal and she could pack the place at night.  I think I got her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cookin&lt;/span&gt;' DNA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I want to know is God is calling me to be a chef?  Can I serve Him well cooking food and serving others?  I am praying about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-2620111802442151211?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/2620111802442151211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2010/07/midstream-career-change.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/2620111802442151211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/2620111802442151211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2010/07/midstream-career-change.html' title='Midstream Career Change'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-1118612097153608979</id><published>2010-07-02T09:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T08:45:02.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Like Gardening</title><content type='html'>I like well tended gardens. I like gardens where there are no weeds and all the flowers bloom. I like gardens that have flowers blooming, birds singing, and neat rows of flowers and plants. I love gardens like that....but mine is nothing like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My garden looks like a Mega-Gardening Center threw up. I have plants everywhere and thanks to a "plant-buying" addiction, I have plants in pots that need to be planted. I have difficulty curbing this addiction. For example, I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lowes&lt;/span&gt; and they had Wax Myrtles on sale for 4 dollars....4 dollars! So I bought one. It now sits with two upright yews and a couple of fringe flowers waiting to be planted. Keep me away from Nicholson and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hardie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Calloways&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jacksons&lt;/span&gt; (three places I score my addiction) until I plant what I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plants need to come with warning labels. My root beer plant that I bought two years ago has now taken over half my back yard and is now trying to take over two other flower beds. The warning label should have read, "Plant in a pot only. This plant will utterly take over your back yard." Same should go for Monkey grass (which should be renamed "ground cover from hell") and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Asiatic&lt;/span&gt; Jasmine (I hope the person who planted this at my house years ago suffers from a really bad case of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hemorrhoids&lt;/span&gt;). Why can't petunias or Japanese maples take over? That, I would enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeding is a whole '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nother&lt;/span&gt; issue? I have a bind weed problem. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;vegetable&lt;/span&gt; garden (which has only produced 7 tomatoes in the past ten years) seems to attract bind weeds. If I don't pull weeds at least every other day, I would not be able to find my tomato plants. I wonder what would happen if there was a smack down between bind weed and root beer plant. Now that would be a pay-per-view event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life is like gardening. We all have weeds. We all have something in our lives that "goes rogue" and tries to take over. And we all have beautiful spots in our lives that bloom and bring joy despite the best attempts of the weeds to ruin it. God gives us all a gift that, when planted, watered and cultivated brings joy to his heart and ministers to those around us. Yeah, we have weeds but the beauty of what God has planted surpasses the chaos in our lives. Have a great weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-1118612097153608979?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/1118612097153608979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2010/07/life-like-gardening.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/1118612097153608979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/1118612097153608979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2010/07/life-like-gardening.html' title='Life Like Gardening'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-285764122528674635</id><published>2010-06-21T22:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T14:21:59.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is Spiritual Among You?</title><content type='html'>Here are my observations about the characteristics of the most spiritual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; I know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual people many times look like their lives are a train wreck.  People who have disasters, tragedy, and/or hardship in their lives and turn to the presence of God for life and sanity have a different understanding of God than others who have a great life. Some spiritual people have dealt with depression or anxiety while others are transformed through incarceration or addiction. But they all know Jesus is real and that the power of God is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual people don't argue religious dogma nor do they cling to a traditional view of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual people have a constant eye out for other spiritual souls and are attracted to those who gently and humbly carry the transforming message of hope in Jesus Christ that they daily live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual people don't always talk about everything they know or have experienced without being asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual people usually don't ask the question of "why me?" but have just accepted that sometimes good people hurt and the reason may be God's alone. They are thankful for today and today alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual people hunger for the word of God in Scripture and in the "still quiet voice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual people show up to pray for and encourage others who are going through difficulty and have the faith to really pray for healing and deliverance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual people find true praise and worship as pleasing as spending time with their closest friend because it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual people aren't all up tight about everyone believing as they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual people find beauty in the quiet moments with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual people belong to a fellowship of believers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual people love Jesus with all their heart and aren't afraid of raising their hands or being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;demonstrative&lt;/span&gt; during praise and worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual people give freely to those in need and shows hospitality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual people are spiritual because of their daily walk. They are not born into it but rather are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;borne&lt;/span&gt; into it in the arms of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think of spiritual people, what characteristics do you think of?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-285764122528674635?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/285764122528674635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2010/06/who-is-spiritual-among-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/285764122528674635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/285764122528674635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2010/06/who-is-spiritual-among-you.html' title='Who is Spiritual Among You?'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-4361695517104122501</id><published>2010-05-22T09:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T09:48:10.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray for You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=atBg9zLI2bA"&gt;YouTube - Pray for You - Jaron and The Long Road to Love :: Official Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give this song a listen.  When I first heard this song, I laughed out loud...it still brings a smile to my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God does say we're supposed to pray for others.  Can you think of someone in your life you could pray for?  Heh heh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-4361695517104122501?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/4361695517104122501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2010/05/youtube-pray-for-you-jaron-and-long.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/4361695517104122501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/4361695517104122501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2010/05/youtube-pray-for-you-jaron-and-long.html' title='Pray for You'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-5302209413065167377</id><published>2010-04-08T13:10:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T17:43:14.594-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>One Big Happy</title><content type='html'>I just got through eating at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Potz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Cafe in Irving. Interesting place. It's more like walking into the kitchen at my mom's house and asking "What's for lunch?" than it is like 'going out' to eat. They treat you like family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched "THE BLIND SIDE" last week....yes...almost a year after it came out but wow, what a movie. I guess the question the movie answers is "Who's your family?" For a very large homeless black boy it was a family who extended grace and mercy to him and invited him in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up in a Paonia, Colorado, attended a small church and school. Everything was small but the feeling of family there. What struck me was the feeling of togetherness, community, belonging, acceptance and love. At church, there was Grandma Connie and Grandma Della, neither of whom gave birth to either of my parents but they LOVED me and cared for me. They hugged me and kissed me like any grandma should do...I belonged to them.  I feel a fondness for them even now they both have passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is my  list of the top ten ways you know you belong to a family:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There is hospitality. You are welcome in their home and are treated like a biological member of the family (or better in most cases). You rarely go away hungry for food or affection. They give freely of the resources they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. There is affection. Hugs and kisses and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;physical&lt;/span&gt; touch send the message, "I like you." Affection is the glue that holds a family together. Without it we are a bunch of strangers wandering around together but never really connecting. Affection forms life long bonds with others that can never be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;diminished&lt;/span&gt; over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. There is a need to know you. Questions are constantly in the air about how the other is doing and what is happening. They want to know about your health, relationships, family, and any minute detail they can pull from you.  That sharing helps them understand who you are and what you are about. It comes from the theory that the more we know about each other, the more we have in common. Familiarity breeds love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. There is safety. The healthy family is a calm harbor in which to rest and relax before going back out into the waves and wind. I can talk freely about myself because the information won't be held against me because family knows that growth is a process. The world beats us up but family is there to build you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. There is acceptance. Family knows your weaknesses and they still like you. They know each member is not perfect but each member is important. There is forgiveness and grace to handle the realities of real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. They tell you "you can do it." Family is your biggest fans. Whatever goals and dreams you have, family standing on the sidelines cheering for you to reach your potential. They tell you that you are smart enough, clever enough, nice enough, good enough and strong enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. They give you what you need. Family provides the basics so you are free to succeed. So many people in this world strive their entire lives just to get their basic needs met (food, shelter, love,).  There is no freedom to move beyond the striving because they feel as though something is missing. Family is a constant source of provision so each member can move beyond to achieve greater things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. There is belonging. You are a vital part of the machine and your identity is woven in that belonging. They miss you when you are not there and seek to connect with you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wherever&lt;/span&gt; you are. They call and chat because they belong to you and you to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. There is freedom to leave. Even though you are a part and belong, they also know you must leave the nest in order to succeed. They tearfully let you go and think about you often. They pray for your safety and success often. Like the cable that allows an astronaut to work securely on the space station, prayer is the tether that holds us together when someone is outside the fold. I know many people who pray for me daily and that bond is felt and returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. There is love. All these things together is the proof of love. Whether the family is biological, social, or spiritual, the things listed here are the proof that we are a part of something greater and sweeter. It's tender and warm.  Whoever does these things for us, whoever invites us in to share life together, they are "family."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I miss anything? What does family mean to you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-5302209413065167377?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/5302209413065167377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-big-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/5302209413065167377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/5302209413065167377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-big-happy.html' title='One Big Happy'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-3398451541010397910</id><published>2010-04-03T21:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T22:07:06.841-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Word of your Testimony</title><content type='html'>My father-in-law turns 80 years old this month.  He is a gentle, warm, caring man of God.  He is usually quiet but tonight he blew me away.  We were celebrating his birthday today and tonight he pulled out the testimony of his faith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started with creation and went all the way through his beliefs about God and started getting emotional as he talked about Jesus.  It was beautiful.  He touched my heart (and my kids hearts) with his sincere and meaningful recounting of his faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was  a reminder of how important it is to talk about Jesus, even to those who believe.  It helps people solidify their own faith as they hear others tell the story.  God moves in our story and touch those who listen to it.  I encourage you to tell your story today and see what God can do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-3398451541010397910?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/3398451541010397910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2010/04/word-of-your-testimony.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/3398451541010397910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/3398451541010397910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2010/04/word-of-your-testimony.html' title='The Word of your Testimony'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-5225206579519269290</id><published>2010-03-29T14:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T15:19:09.247-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><title type='text'>What Parents Shouldn't Do</title><content type='html'>Here's a list of 10 things parents should avoid:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Screaming/Yelling at the kids. Yelling is out of bounds unless the child is in mortal danger, i.e., about to run out in the street. Talking is the best way to get your child to listen. Usually, if your children are not listening, it is not a volume problem with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Making fun of your kid's weaknesses or flaws. If you need me to explain this one, you probably shouldn't have had kids in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Threatening your kids with punishment. If you aren't going to carry through, don't make a threat. They will begin to disregard everything you say as an empty threat. If you want your kids to respect you and what you expect from them, follow through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Model bad eating habits. Yup, they will pick up every habit you think you are hiding. Provide children with healthy food (fruits and vegetables) for every meal (french fries are not a vegetable).  What they grow up eating will be with them the rest of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Talking about your child to others in front of your child while acting as if your child wasn't standing right there listening. This happened with me the other day. A mom started talking about her daughter in a very negative light in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;front&lt;/span&gt; of her (and 15 strangers standing around). Get a room...really...no one else wants to witness a parent ripping into their child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Smile when they say inappropriate things. Yup, they will repeat it at the most inopportune time...like at church or to you. Then it ceases to be funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Tolerate porn. I heard a father the other day laughing that he caught his son looking at porn. WHAT!!???!!! And he didn't do anything about it or talk to him???? He dismissed it as 'boys will be boys.' Will he be laughing when his son disrespects girls and becomes sexually aggressive? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Will&lt;/span&gt; he be laughing when his son becomes a registered sex offender because dad didn't set boundaries when he was 13 years old? Porn isn't very funny when it wrecks a man's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Hit your kids as your only way of punishing them. Spanking ceases to be effective by age 12. Learn the fine art of grounding them from privileges, taking away items that are loaned to them (like the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;, a car, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt;, computer time, cell phone, etc.) Usually removing an item one or two days is enough to punish unless your child's behavior is really out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Ignore your kid. The most damaged adults I have ever known are those whose parents ignored them and didn't give them the love and affection (and availability) they need to form healthy human connections. A child needs AT LEAST an hour a day of one on one time with a parent (or both parents). Homework help, just talking about their day, playing a game, reading with them, or sitting on the edge of their bed and engaging with them are just a few ways to get this done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Expect church to spiritually train them. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; so many parents who let the youth pastor give their kids the only dose of God they get. Bad idea. Parents need to encourage prayer, scripture reading and worship. Talking to your child about and modeling it is the best way for the child to see its importance in their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else should parents avoid doing to their children?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-5225206579519269290?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/5225206579519269290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-parents-shouldnt-do.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/5225206579519269290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/5225206579519269290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-parents-shouldnt-do.html' title='What Parents Shouldn&apos;t Do'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-8147673986314656907</id><published>2010-03-24T14:44:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T15:26:42.756-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><title type='text'>Parenting...Be Available</title><content type='html'>I have read just about every parenting book out there with strategies and techniques ranging from extreme permissive to Nazi-like control. But I think there are basic things parents can do that help kids grow into healthy, happy, normal adults that aren't going to require daily therapy. So here is my seven things parents can do to raise happy, healthy kids:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Be available to love. Children need to be told they are loved at least once a day. This can be done through affirmation, praise and just saying "I love you,&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/S6py2w2WY6I/AAAAAAAAAIk/u0yuH_yF2hY/s1600/267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452296584036770722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/S6py2w2WY6I/AAAAAAAAAIk/u0yuH_yF2hY/s400/267.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" "I care about you," "I like you," "I think you're pretty cool," and "I am proud of you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Be available to listen. Kids have things on their mind and they will talk about it if given half a chance. They ask questions. They say immature and naive things that crack me up. Treat each statement with respect and they will continue to talk to you as a teen and adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Be available for affection. When your kids hug you, hug back. Show your kids physical affection at least 5 times a day. Give them a back rub, hug , wrestle, kiss, hold hands, pet, and snuggle. Affection is the most effective way to communicate love, deeper than just saying it. Dads, be affectionate with your sons...don't hold back even as they get older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Be available for help. Kids need help. They need homework help (or may pretend to to get one on one time). They need help learning about life and how to operate in their world with relationships. They need help cleaning, organizing and learning the healthy habits that will sustain them into ad&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/S6pzI1gag-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/cwRYAXkjaMk/s1600/274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452296894524589026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/S6pzI1gag-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/cwRYAXkjaMk/s400/274.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ulthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Be available to play. I have spent many an hour throwing balls to my sons. We have wrestled, tackled, chased and laughed together.  Play Uno, Skipbo, Risk, and Catan.  They thrive on it. It teaches them to take life a little less seriously and just to have fun.  It also teaches them to be a good sport, whether they win or lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/S6pz4ZFBnmI/AAAAAAAAAI0/F_cZH6E5l0I/s1600/210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452297711527239266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/S6pz4ZFBnmI/AAAAAAAAAI0/F_cZH6E5l0I/s400/210.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Be available to practice awe. Take the time to worship God and teach them about the things that have deeper meaning a purpose. Stand on top of a mountain or a canyon or look at a beautiful flower together and marvel at the hand of God. Encourage them to read scripture and teach them gratitude for what they have been given. Help them discover awe in their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Be available for celebration. Celebrate often. Christmas, birthdays, holidays, anniversaries, victories and a game well played. Go all out. Put up the Christmas tree, wrap the presents, put candles on the cake, go to Braums and eat a victory Rocky Road ice cream cone, or break out the Blue Bell ice cream. Take the time to treat each other special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you add to the list?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-8147673986314656907?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/8147673986314656907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2010/03/parentingbe-available.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/8147673986314656907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/8147673986314656907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2010/03/parentingbe-available.html' title='Parenting...Be Available'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/S6py2w2WY6I/AAAAAAAAAIk/u0yuH_yF2hY/s72-c/267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-7007315627093603921</id><published>2010-03-21T17:25:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T22:20:32.618-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paonia CO'/><title type='text'>Pictures of Colorado</title><content type='html'>These are some pictures from out Spring Break trip to Paonia, Colorado from the deck of my parents house.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/S6aeRFDduqI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Thkc-20YLWs/s1600-h/282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451218415230237346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/S6aeRFDduqI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Thkc-20YLWs/s400/282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went skiing at Powderhorn (an awesome local ski area) and just hung around the house and ate homemade donuts (from scratch), hearty soups, great enchiladas and green chili blintzes. Paonia feels like home to me almost as much as Irving, TX does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents operate Austin Family Farms, a farm that supplies farmer market, supermarkets, natural stores, and the community with naturally grown fruit and vegetables. They have apples, peaches, apricots, cherries, berries, table grapes and all manner of veggies. The white triangles is hail screen for the fruit trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures remind me of when I was growing up, the gardeners of the church would put bags of zucchini and other veggies in unlocked cars in the church parking lot. God has blessed my dad with a green thumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/S6ad3z_1QtI/AAAAAAAAAIM/2tbgFTtFOyU/s1600-h/278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451217981154869970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/S6ad3z_1QtI/AAAAAAAAAIM/2tbgFTtFOyU/s400/278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/S6adqa96QDI/AAAAAAAAAIE/QcLnkHCpk6c/s1600-h/307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451217751097622578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/S6adqa96QDI/AAAAAAAAAIE/QcLnkHCpk6c/s400/307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mountains outside Salida&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/S6adZ84rM5I/AAAAAAAAAH8/M2y00a08X_A/s1600-h/276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451217468144694162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/S6adZ84rM5I/AAAAAAAAAH8/M2y00a08X_A/s400/276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parent's peach orchard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/S6adM_X91bI/AAAAAAAAAH0/XoemdUNwELk/s1600-h/227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451217245474510258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/S6adM_X91bI/AAAAAAAAAH0/XoemdUNwELk/s400/227.JPG" 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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when we got to Irving, TX, it had been snowing for the past 12 hours....WHAT!!???!!! It is supposed to be warmer than Colorado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-7007315627093603921?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/7007315627093603921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2010/03/pictures-of-colorado.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/7007315627093603921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/7007315627093603921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2010/03/pictures-of-colorado.html' title='Pictures of Colorado'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/S6aeRFDduqI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Thkc-20YLWs/s72-c/282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-8563959867750466562</id><published>2010-03-20T08:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T08:41:43.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocky Mountain High</title><content type='html'>I am sitting here looking out over a snow covered North Fork Valley in Western Colorado.  The sun is just peeking over &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Beckwith&lt;/span&gt; peak, causing the mountains to glow gold.  I am so glad my parents are from Western Colorado because it gives me a reason (free room and board) to visit here.  We have been skiing and playing in freshly fallen snow, acting like the Texans we are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're headed back today, to the warmth of Texas, a place where it is not 12 degrees, where daffodils and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;redbuds&lt;/span&gt; are already blooming instead of the monochromatic shades of black, gray and white.  Its a 16 hour drive from back to the Dallas area.  From cold to warm, mountains to flat lands...both places feel like home.  I will post some pictures when I get back to Texas.  Have a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-8563959867750466562?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/8563959867750466562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2010/03/rocky-mountain-high.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/8563959867750466562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/8563959867750466562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2010/03/rocky-mountain-high.html' title='Rocky Mountain High'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-1521370320147553159</id><published>2010-03-08T14:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T14:27:30.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Role of Pastor</title><content type='html'>How involved should a pastor be in the the lives of people in their congregation...in their community? Should they be friends? Accountability partners? Should they have a professional distance in their relationships? Should they share their own issues with members of their church?&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/4279010084117300155-1521370320147553159?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/1521370320147553159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2010/03/role-of-pastor.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/1521370320147553159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/1521370320147553159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2010/03/role-of-pastor.html' title='The Role of Pastor'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-3263450537894318939</id><published>2010-02-16T05:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T19:12:01.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Government Gridlock II</title><content type='html'>I was watching the news today where a prominent Democrat was lamenting that Congress couldn't get anything done because of Republicans. He said the "people of America expect more from the government. The American people want this government to get things done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, no we don't. We elected people who we thought were going to shrink the size of government and its intrusion in our lives. We elected people who promised to stand up against terrorism and protect us from harm. We elected people who would argue until they are blue in the face for the rights of the unborn, states rights and fairness. If they are fighting for these things, they are doing what we elected them to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone is for the US becoming Socialist country where the government replaces God to give us all we need at the cost of freedom. There are still honest and good folks who liked it the way it was in the 50's, 60's and 70's and 80's. And we vote our morals and dreams for this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filibuster. Fight. Argue. Hold fast until the elections of 2010. Be obstructionists. That is why we elected you (and there are more on the way this fall).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-3263450537894318939?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/3263450537894318939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2010/02/government-gridlock-ii.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/3263450537894318939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/3263450537894318939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2010/02/government-gridlock-ii.html' title='Government Gridlock II'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-1974738739460857632</id><published>2010-02-15T01:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T01:25:15.444-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gridlocked Government</title><content type='html'>I see the snow in Washington DC and I smile. The government cannot meet and that is fine with me. The less the House and Senate does, the better for the people. At least if they are doing nothing, they're not screwing with the country. I am for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;filibustering&lt;/span&gt;. I am for Democrats and Republicans getting nothing done....that is much preferable to them getting something done. At least I can keep more of my money if they do nothing, if they can't pass laws that are going to hurt my ability to keep more of what I earn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-1974738739460857632?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/1974738739460857632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2010/02/gridlocked-government.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/1974738739460857632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/1974738739460857632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2010/02/gridlocked-government.html' title='Gridlocked Government'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-7999530536456878658</id><published>2010-02-11T18:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T17:22:04.154-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow in Dallas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/S3SRol35ORI/AAAAAAAAAHs/bej6-AwsSFc/s1600-h/451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437130776690374930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/S3SRol35ORI/AAAAAAAAAHs/bej6-AwsSFc/s400/451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/S3SRV0e9R_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/TgcmC6xLtuA/s1600-h/447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437130454194800626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/S3SRV0e9R_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/TgcmC6xLtuA/s400/447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/S3SREfHLa-I/AAAAAAAAAHc/uKeUNHNsyZ8/s1600-h/454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437130156400143330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/S3SREfHLa-I/AAAAAAAAAHc/uKeUNHNsyZ8/s400/454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here some pictures of the snow we are getting. Woohoo. Snow day tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-7999530536456878658?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/7999530536456878658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-in-dallas.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/7999530536456878658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/7999530536456878658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-in-dallas.html' title='Snow in Dallas'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/S3SRol35ORI/AAAAAAAAAHs/bej6-AwsSFc/s72-c/451.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-4246498843494304120</id><published>2010-02-10T00:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T08:08:53.057-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Morally Superior, Spiritually Dead</title><content type='html'>Is it evil to be a moral person? No. Is it bad to have a set of standards to adhere to? Absolutely not. Is it wrong to make others follow your set of moral standards? Depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pharisees were good people. They had following rules down to a science (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lawology&lt;/span&gt;). In fact, when God was not specific enough, they so clarified the rules so one could know which side of the Law they were standing on. For example, if you were not to cook a baby goat in its mother's milk, they &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;interpreted&lt;/span&gt; this to mean that you should have two kitchens, one for dairy and one for meat. That way, the two ingredients would not find themselves hanging out together, thus avoiding EVER cooking them together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though they were morally stringent, Jesus found them spiritually dead. They kept the rules to a "T" but never "got it" that God wanted a relationship with them. God wanted love and all He got was fear. God wanted closeness but the Pharisees wanted adherence to Laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules without relationship lead to rebellion.  It is relationship that attaches us to God and the rules set the limits...the outer limits. Inside that relationship, God wants us to have the freedom of expression, freedom to give and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt;, freedom to act upon the impulses that He places there. Rules can't do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muslims want to impose their set of rules on everyone. Christians, Communists, Mormons, Socialists, and politicians do the same thing. One denomination condemns another even though they both are acting within the freedom God has given them. We want to major in the minors and be quick to see others faults (while ignoring the proverbial log in our own eye). We think we have to elevate our own ideologies and prove others wrong as a way of winning their hearts..???...that doesn't make sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must work on my relationship with God and get that right first. I can not live a moral life without Him. If I try, I end up frustrated because I don't have the strength of will to do that. Only God can help me and I must have (or really want) a relationship with Him to ask Him for help. I want to stay within the limits God has set out (Don't murder, covet, steal, lust, or lie) but then I want to dance freely in the wide open spaces where freedom allows me. Don't impose traditions like they were handed down from God or make me have to believe in God the way you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want relationship with God, family, friends and community. I want the openness, vulnerability and honesty (and fear it brings) so I can be close...real close...so I can know love. How about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-4246498843494304120?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/4246498843494304120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2010/02/morally-superior-spiritually-dead.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/4246498843494304120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/4246498843494304120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2010/02/morally-superior-spiritually-dead.html' title='Morally Superior, Spiritually Dead'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-8973905666784410087</id><published>2010-02-07T08:04:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T08:42:06.742-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thankfulness'/><title type='text'>Be Thankful in All Circumstances</title><content type='html'>Here is the devotional message I gave last week in church:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be joyful always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus. I Thessalonians 5.16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There once was a little boy who was always optimistic and thankful. His father was the opposite, a cynical, negative man who found something wrong with everything (of course, the father labeled himself a "realist").  So, to teach his son "a dose of reality" the father gave the son a roomful of horse manure for his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The son's eye widened in delight when he saw the manure and squealed as he began digging in it with both hands. The father asked what was so great about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy replied, "There's got to be a pony here somewhere!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you find the pony this week, in whatever circumstances life gives you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-8973905666784410087?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/8973905666784410087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2010/02/be-thankful-in-all-circumstances.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/8973905666784410087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/8973905666784410087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2010/02/be-thankful-in-all-circumstances.html' title='Be Thankful in All Circumstances'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-8515654178985906372</id><published>2010-02-03T14:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T14:21:22.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Helping the Homeless</title><content type='html'>The DFW area has many homeless people who hang out at stoplights and intersections with homemade signs from torn cardboard boxes that beg for money.  I feel a great compassion for these folks but I don't feel good about giving them money which might be used to further an addiction that got them there in the first place.  I also don't feel good about driving past them, the thought "There but for the grace of God go I" at least sparks a tingle of guilt if I don't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I did was go to Jack in the Box and buy 20 gift cards valued at six bucks each, enough for a hamburger and a drink.   It is my way of helping someone, giving them a warm meal.  If I were in their place, it is a small gift that I could see I would need, a gift that communicates that some stranger cares...A gift that says Jesus cares about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this past week, I have handed out three of them.  And each time, I feel more blessed than the person I gave it to.  Try it....It is helping the helpless and feeding the hungry, a very scriptural thing to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-8515654178985906372?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/8515654178985906372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2010/02/helping-homeless.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/8515654178985906372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/8515654178985906372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2010/02/helping-homeless.html' title='Helping the Homeless'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-6193545830473369725</id><published>2010-01-13T14:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T14:57:39.882-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Set me free'/><title type='text'>Set me free</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;. 142.7&lt;br /&gt;Set me free from my prison, that I may praise your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have all been in prison in one way or another.  I worked in a Federal Correctional Institution for a year and let me tell you, it was not a place you could get out of on your own.  Two 20 foot razor wire fences with motion, heat and touch detctors.  Armed guards.  Locked doors and gates.  Sally-ports where your id was checked and rechecked.  You were not getting out if you were sentenced there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my sinful nature and addictions are my prison.  I cannot get out of it on my own accord.  I cannot escape it by thinking the right thing, or avoiding it.  I cannot get out of it through therapy or church.  Only God can help me break out of my prison that I walked into, that I sentenced myself to, and locked the door behind me.  Only God can help me break the sin bonds with overeating, lust, pride, depression or anything other prison I can walk into and shut the door behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like when Paul was in prison, God will rattle the doors open in some life-shaking experience and let me out.   Its happening to me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt; in my life on so many different issues and levels,  because God is faithful.  God wants us free so He can have our heart back, so He can be in fellowship with us again.  He misses us, and wants us back because He loves us.  Even if we are in our own Super Max prison (now there is a prison), He still desires to have you back.  He still wants to set you free so He can have your undivided heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, Set me free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-6193545830473369725?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/6193545830473369725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2010/01/set-me-free.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/6193545830473369725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/6193545830473369725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2010/01/set-me-free.html' title='Set me free'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-595045495638937402</id><published>2010-01-06T23:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T23:59:54.007-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy Spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God inhabits the praise of His people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fasting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Praise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confession'/><title type='text'>Searching for the Spirit</title><content type='html'>When and how were you aware of the Holy Spirit acting in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first and most significant time was at a retreat after 6 hours of praise and worship.   I had fasted for four days, asking God to make himself known to me.  I was aware of the presence of the Holy Spirit when a magnificent sense of peace and love overcame me to the point I could barely move...actually, I didn't want to move.  I felt an incredibly powerful love for the men who were at the retreat, a love for Jesus that was tangible, and a desire to be closer to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been my experience that the presence of the Spirit is most noticeable after an extended period of praise and worship (refer to my first posts concerning how I got there) and asking God to be known.  I have also found that fasting for several days helps and that confessing my sins openly does as well.  Its like God wants us to clean away the muck of our lives so He has room to inhabit us as we praise Him.  This is just my experience, I am sure it is different for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I would like to hear about your experiences with the Spirit.  How are you aware of the Spirit?  What to you do to make this possible?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-595045495638937402?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/595045495638937402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2010/01/searching-for-spirit.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/595045495638937402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/595045495638937402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2010/01/searching-for-spirit.html' title='Searching for the Spirit'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-431662130633290820</id><published>2009-12-25T08:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T08:53:00.337-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What is your favorite present?</title><content type='html'>What has God given you for which you are most thankful?  For me, the love of a wife, the greatest kids in the world, friends that are actually there for me when I need them, a warm comfortable bed, neighbors I can trust, birds I can watch out my kitchen window, a kitchen window, a great place to worship, and good health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's on your "thankfulness" list?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-431662130633290820?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/431662130633290820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-is-your-favorite-present.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/431662130633290820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/431662130633290820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-is-your-favorite-present.html' title='What is your favorite present?'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-9031069300667582138</id><published>2009-12-24T08:32:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T08:52:54.258-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BMW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thankfulness'/><title type='text'>Being Thankful instead of BMW</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't written in a while as I have been dealing with Jared having pneumonia during the holidays.  Three days ago he turned blue and was responseless so we have had to pay more attention to his needs.  He just requires more CPT, breathing treatments and TLC as he sleeps it off....and he HATES having a candula in his nose (which forces oxygen up his nose)...he hates it and fights it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not writing this as an excuse or to whine about it because it just is what it is and am happy to help him as much as I can.  But it reminds of something I have been wanting to write about....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know many people who BMW (Bellyache, Moan and Whine) about everything.  "It's too hot."  "It's too cold."  "The holidays are too hectic."  "I just have too much to do."  And if you are a Republican, "The Democrats are ruining our country." OK.  But I am experiencing the same weather and I am not complaining about it.  I have to shop, cook, wrap presents, too, and I rather like it.  I have to live in a country where Democrats are running things, too, and I have deciding to pray for them.  I have just as much to do as most do but I count it a blessing instead of a chore.   So what's the deal with all the whining?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God says we are supposed to be thankful.  Thankful for the hot or cold weather that he has provided.  Thankful we can buy presents and thankful that we have others to give those presents to.  We are to be thankful for something to do and thankful we have kids to take to soccer, baseball, basketball, golf, band and orchestra.  We are to be a thankful people because God is giving us what we need and helping us through some pretty remarkable times.  Be thankful we live in a country where we can vote (or not) for who we want to be governed by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think is at the root of all this whinging?  Attention?  Listen to yourself.  Are you whining?  Can you be thankful?  What do you whine about the most?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-9031069300667582138?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/9031069300667582138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/12/being-thankful-instead-of-bmw.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/9031069300667582138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/9031069300667582138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/12/being-thankful-instead-of-bmw.html' title='Being Thankful instead of BMW'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-2818740358195631256</id><published>2009-12-14T00:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T11:02:45.902-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Son Pride</title><content type='html'>My youngest son is in 7th grade and plays basketball for Travis Middle School in Irving. This past weekend his team (which is undeated) played in a tournament with teams from Grand Prairie and Irving middle schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son's team made it to the championship game on Saturday night. My son scored 6, 3 pointers. Yep. Six. Eighteen points (plus four others). Yep. 22 points all together. God has given that boy some athletic talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I am done bragging on my son...but he did score 22 points...heh, heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-2818740358195631256?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/2818740358195631256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/12/son-pride.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/2818740358195631256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/2818740358195631256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/12/son-pride.html' title='Son Pride'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-8197259675323173454</id><published>2009-12-10T00:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T00:32:18.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Receipts</title><content type='html'>As you buy things for Christmas, place all the receipts in an envelope marked "Christmas." That way if a gift needs to be exchanged, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;receipt&lt;/span&gt; is easy to find. Less Stress, Happier Holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-8197259675323173454?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/8197259675323173454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-receipts.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/8197259675323173454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/8197259675323173454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-receipts.html' title='Christmas Receipts'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-8638955116129946760</id><published>2009-12-09T00:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T00:53:42.115-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe'/><title type='text'>Crockpot Beef Short Ribs</title><content type='html'>Cooked these today and they are really good:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup flour&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 1/2 pounds boneless beef short ribs&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup butter&lt;br /&gt;1 large onion, diced&lt;br /&gt;1 cup beef broth&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup red wine vinegar or 1 cup red wine&lt;br /&gt;1 cup brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 TBL catsup&lt;br /&gt;2 TBL Worcestershire sauce&lt;br /&gt;2 TBL minced garlic or 1 TBL garlic powder&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp chili powder or 1 tsp cayene pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put flour, pepper and salt into a Ziploc bag.&lt;br /&gt;2. Add ribs and shake to coat.&lt;br /&gt;3. Melt butter in large skillet; brown flour coated ribs.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Put in slow cooker.&lt;br /&gt;5.  In same skillet, combine remaining ingredients,&lt;br /&gt;6. Bring to a boil...pour over ribs.&lt;br /&gt;7. Cover and cook on low for 9 hours.&lt;br /&gt;8. Eat with mashed potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;9. Ask for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best short rib recipe I know.  Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-8638955116129946760?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/8638955116129946760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/12/crockpot-beef-short-ribs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/8638955116129946760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/8638955116129946760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/12/crockpot-beef-short-ribs.html' title='Crockpot Beef Short Ribs'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-6105183761985750516</id><published>2009-12-03T09:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T23:03:52.241-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas presents'/><title type='text'>Christmas is coming soon</title><content type='html'>I wrote this poem in 2005:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Is Coming Soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On cold starry nights in the gray of the morn,&lt;br /&gt;With wonder I gaze,&lt;br /&gt;The lights of the tree and the ornaments adorn,&lt;br /&gt;the soft mellow glow,&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boxes piled high with bows, ribbon and string,&lt;br /&gt;Armloads of presents,&lt;br /&gt;Guessing and asking, the smiles that they bring,&lt;br /&gt;The cat sleeping under the tree,&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans have been made with our family and friends,&lt;br /&gt;Sharing our lives and joys,&lt;br /&gt;Laughing and eating, the joy never ends,&lt;br /&gt;playing football outside,&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing the games and singing the songs,&lt;br /&gt;Sitting and talking,&lt;br /&gt;Each one is welcome and each one belongs,&lt;br /&gt;Here in this place,&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some sit and talk while others take naps,&lt;br /&gt;Too full to move,&lt;br /&gt;Some play outside and some look at maps,&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of faraway lands,&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy to the World and Silents Nights,&lt;br /&gt;Sleigh rides and 12 days,&lt;br /&gt;Frosty the Snowman and snowball fights,&lt;br /&gt;House to house in the cold,&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stockings hang empty on the mantle with care,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to be filled,&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of love for us thick in the air,&lt;br /&gt;The Christ has come,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; is coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrate Jesus, Messiah, as King,&lt;br /&gt;Come let us adore Him,&lt;br /&gt;Heralding angels and Jingle Bells ring,&lt;br /&gt;Be near me Lord Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-6105183761985750516?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/6105183761985750516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-is-coming-soon.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/6105183761985750516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/6105183761985750516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-is-coming-soon.html' title='Christmas is coming soon'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-7846684776506013638</id><published>2009-11-30T23:40:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T00:00:25.708-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hide and seek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ollie ollie Umfumphree'/><title type='text'>Ollie Ollie Umfumfree</title><content type='html'>My wife grew up playing hide and seek....you know where everyone hides, one person looks for the others then when only one or two are left (because they are the best hiders or they feel asleep) the seeker calls out "Ollie Ollie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;umfumfree&lt;/span&gt;." Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was growing up I, too, played hide and seek. But when only one or two hiders were left, we called out, "All the other outs are free."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see what happened? For some kids, my wife included, they were yelling out a variation of the actual statement...you know like the gossip game where a rumor is started and goes through a group and by the time it gets to the last person it is nothing like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rumor&lt;/span&gt; that was started....anyways....there was one person who said, "All the other outs are free," then through generations of kids it was transformed to "Ollie, Ollie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Umphumfree&lt;/span&gt;," which means...well...nothing....Umfumfree is not a word. But if you ask my wife, it is a word...well it means something to her, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion is like that. At some point, there was a guy, let's say, Jesus, who said some really cool things that were meaningful and life changing. Then, generations of people morphed his message into something it was never intended to be, examined it for meaning, context...blah, blah, blah...and came up with something different. Then more generations took those morphed beliefs as their gospel (pun intended) and started morphing that into their own gospel. So here we are, generations from the message...but what is the message? Have we lost what the cool guy in the beginning said? Have we lost that life transforming message for a "sound alike?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you say at the end of a round of hide and seek? And what is the correct spelling of that "word?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-7846684776506013638?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/7846684776506013638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/11/ollie-ollie-umfumfree.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/7846684776506013638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/7846684776506013638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/11/ollie-ollie-umfumfree.html' title='Ollie Ollie Umfumfree'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-7440582698275924866</id><published>2009-11-29T07:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T07:45:02.649-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gift Giving</title><content type='html'>When giving a gift, most people want to give what the person wants (needs).  As a Christian, have you ever thought about praying about what to give someone.   This takes gift giving to a whole new level, perhaps giving a gift that is spiritually meaningful, even life changing.  If you are trying to figure out what to give to the person "who has everything," maybe God has some input for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it.  God may blow your mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-7440582698275924866?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/7440582698275924866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/11/gift-giving.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/7440582698275924866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/7440582698275924866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/11/gift-giving.html' title='Gift Giving'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-4047290283075423796</id><published>2009-11-23T10:12:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T07:51:48.889-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas presents'/><title type='text'>Top 20 Christmas Presents For Women</title><content type='html'>Here are some ideas for gifts for the women in your life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Digital Camera and digital picture frame&lt;br /&gt;2. Jewelry&lt;br /&gt;3. Fleece lined houseshoes&lt;br /&gt;4. Fleece lined coat&lt;br /&gt;5. Dressy Watch&lt;br /&gt;6. Supersoft microfiber blanket&lt;br /&gt;7. Clock&lt;br /&gt;8. Laptop Computer&lt;br /&gt;9. Music...get her couple of CDs of her favorite music (ask her if you don't know). A $50 iTunes gift card is the only gift card you should give her.&lt;br /&gt;10. Perfume.&lt;br /&gt;11. Chocolate...Godiva is good.&lt;br /&gt;12. Sleep wear.&lt;br /&gt;13. Sexy lingerie&lt;br /&gt;14. Overnight getaway in a nice hotel.&lt;br /&gt;15. Clothes...buy a full outfit WITH matching jewelry. If you are fashion-challenged, get her to show you what she likes (put in shopping cart online or circle in magazine).&lt;br /&gt;16. Give a gift in her name to heifer.org (Heifer International) or to a charity she supports&lt;br /&gt;17. A gift certificate to remodel a room in the house&lt;br /&gt;18. A nice plant or flowers&lt;br /&gt;19. A leather bound journal, Bible, or hard back book.&lt;br /&gt;20. Supplies to help her in her hobbies (Scrapbooking supplies, photography equipment, music, sports equipment, computer supplies, books, quilting supplies, craft supplies, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus: &lt;br /&gt;21.  Anything handmade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women, what are you wanting for Christmas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-4047290283075423796?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/4047290283075423796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/11/top-20-christmas-presents-for-women.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/4047290283075423796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/4047290283075423796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/11/top-20-christmas-presents-for-women.html' title='Top 20 Christmas Presents For Women'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-4889467505497522104</id><published>2009-11-20T09:38:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T10:41:16.137-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What NOT to get your wife for Christmas</title><content type='html'>Here are the top ten things to NOT get your wife for Christmas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Appliances. Really this doesn't need to be said but I know some of you will be tempted to get her a new vacuum, iron, broom or toaster. Just go ahead, get it and give it to her NOW before Christmas...If she needs it, get it, and give it to her....like groceries and gas....It's just a really bad idea to wrap a washer and dryer set. Even if she says she wants a new dishwasher for Christmas, I would still be very careful doing this for a gift. If you decide to buy an appliance for Christmas, at least wear a wifebeater tee shirt and bass pro hat to the store to show everyone there how lame you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Bathroom scales. If I need to explain this, you don't deserve to have a wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Exercise equipment. See explanation on #2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Nothing. I know many husbands who do this one. What's wrong with you? Even if you are poor and have no money, you can still get her something....get a 2nd or 3rd job to get her something. Gifts are a basic way of showing your wife love and value. Make her something if you have nothing. Do the handmade gift certificate thing from my previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A cheesy present that means nothing. Buying your wife a fruit basket or shampoo basket is almost as bad as not getting her anything at all...in some cases probably worse. If you totally lack imagination, ask her what she wants. You can even hire someone to buy presents for her. Just don't be a bonehead and buy the first thing that you see in Walmart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Buying her something that you want. I know someone (true story) that got his wife a chainsaw. When she opened it, he said, " Oh, you don't like that! I guess I'll have to use it." There is a special place in hell for the husband who does this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. A card with gift cards in it. Lame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The wrong sized clothes. Don't get your wife size 6 jeans when she is a size 12. Bad husband! If you can't get the sizes right just don't do clothes at all. If you do that, I hope you get a vasectomy for Christmas so you won't have offspring to spread your lame DNA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Divorce. Yes I have heard of this happening and I think it is cruel and psychopathic to do it. If you are going to end the marriage, don't ruin Christmases for her for the rest of her life by doing this. Get it over with at least a month before or after Christmas. At least then she can buy her own Christmas present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Lawn equipment, dental work, lapband surgery, glasses, or a wig. See explanation for #1 and #2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women, what is the worst present you ever got for Christmas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-4889467505497522104?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/4889467505497522104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-not-to-get-your-wife-for-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/4889467505497522104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/4889467505497522104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-not-to-get-your-wife-for-christmas.html' title='What NOT to get your wife for Christmas'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-1946284755764394177</id><published>2009-11-18T01:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T01:25:00.049-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gift ideas'/><title type='text'>Best Places to Shop for Your Wife (or Girlfriend) for Christmas</title><content type='html'>Here are the top ten places I know of to shop for your wife at Christmas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ColdwaterCreek.com Outlet&lt;br /&gt;2. Overstock.com...clothes, jewelry, and everything in between&lt;br /&gt;3. Ross....Great clothes, better prices&lt;br /&gt;4. TJ MAXX...get great jewelry here for cheap.&lt;br /&gt;5. Heifer.org....for unique gifts that are tax deductible...give a duck, heifer, or water buffalo in her name&lt;br /&gt;6. Zappos.com...sheepskin house shoes, boots and anything else you can think of.&lt;br /&gt;7. Amazon.com...books and music&lt;br /&gt;8. macmall.com...great deals on Apple products&lt;br /&gt;9. SamMoon.com&lt;br /&gt;10. Flowers.com.....Most wives love flowers for any occasion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gift Ideas&lt;br /&gt;1. Spa gift certificate for a massage, makeover and waxing whatever parts need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Any jewelry...most women don't need the super expensive stuff. I go to a jewelry outlet dealer on Harry Hines and can get 10 full sets of earrings and necklaces for under $80 bucks and it looks like I have spent $300 or $400.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Hand made gift certificates for breakfast in bed, dinner and movie, hour long talk, shopping with a friend, back rub, massage, or whatever she like...she can redeem it during the year for time spent with you. My wife always digs this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Clothes...you can't go wrong with Coldwater Creek...get her to circle or create a shopping cart on line so all you have to do is buy it...easy, simple, she gets what she wants in the size she wants...couldn't be easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Get your wife to make a size card for you. Write down all her sizes (clothes, tops, skirts, pants, boots, hats, etc) so when you shop, you won't make the mistake of buying her XL when she is a medium....just sends the wrong message to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Shop outlets stores where you can save money and get more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. She can always use a new watch...always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. My wife really likes the Ipod I got for her last year. Music is always a good gift too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Buy a vase....continue to fill it throughout the year with flowers, either store bought or hand picked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Purfume is a good gift. Get a bunch of the paper samples and have her smell them and pick out the ones she likes (and that you like). Go back later and buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start early if you are going to order things from websites as it takes time to get it in the mail.  Hope this helps you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-1946284755764394177?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/1946284755764394177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/11/best-places-to-shop-for-your-wife-or.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/1946284755764394177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/1946284755764394177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/11/best-places-to-shop-for-your-wife-or.html' title='Best Places to Shop for Your Wife (or Girlfriend) for Christmas'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-789601178280209938</id><published>2009-11-16T20:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T20:08:00.079-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Things Wives Can Do To Improve Their Marriage</title><content type='html'>Here are ten things a wife can do to improve her marriage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do five things a day to show your husband you care about him.&lt;br /&gt;2. Allow him to talk to you without talking over him or cutting him off.&lt;br /&gt;3. Initiate physical affection with him at least three times a day.&lt;br /&gt;4. Exercise daily.&lt;br /&gt;5. At least once a month, initiate a sexual experience with him.&lt;br /&gt;6. Compliment him at least two times a day.&lt;br /&gt;7. Pray for your husband every day....Also ask God to provide you wisdom and knowledge for how you can minister to him.&lt;br /&gt;8. Sandwich any criticism between two positives.&lt;br /&gt;9. Ask him what is important to him for you to do for him today.&lt;br /&gt;10. Be quick to verbalize forgiveness and love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-789601178280209938?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/789601178280209938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/11/ten-things-wives-can-do-to-improve.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/789601178280209938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/789601178280209938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/11/ten-things-wives-can-do-to-improve.html' title='Ten Things Wives Can Do To Improve Their Marriage'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-159333675279939235</id><published>2009-11-14T22:32:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T18:02:01.503-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Husbands'/><title type='text'>Ten Things Husbands Can Do To Improve Their Marriage</title><content type='html'>Here are is my list of ten things husbands can do to improve their marriage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Talk to your wife for at least 30 minutes a day (minimum).&lt;br /&gt;2. Talk about your feelings at least once or twice during that 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;3. Do at least 5 things a day to show your wife you love her.&lt;br /&gt;4. Hide love notes around the house where she'll find them.&lt;br /&gt;5. Show affection toward your wife at least three times a day.&lt;br /&gt;6. Pray at least ten minutes a day with your wife.&lt;br /&gt;7. Go on a date with her at least once a week.&lt;br /&gt;8. Clean her car.&lt;br /&gt;9. Talk about the hard things...don't hold your feelings in.&lt;br /&gt;10. Go to church and worship with your wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BONUS 5:&lt;br /&gt;11.  Clean up after yourself.&lt;br /&gt;12.  Clean up after the kids.&lt;br /&gt;13.  Do 30 minutes of cleaning in the house everyday.&lt;br /&gt;14.  Tell your wife she looks beautiful at least once a day...Find creative ways of saying it.&lt;br /&gt;15.  Read "Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus," by John Gray,"Passionate Marriage" by David Schnarch or "His Needs, Her Needs" by Hartley.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-159333675279939235?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/159333675279939235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/11/ten-things-husbands-can-do-to-improve.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/159333675279939235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/159333675279939235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/11/ten-things-husbands-can-do-to-improve.html' title='Ten Things Husbands Can Do To Improve Their Marriage'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-3081796949825922891</id><published>2009-11-10T12:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T12:50:07.619-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loving others'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Acceptance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><title type='text'>...Not to Condemn the World</title><content type='html'>I know a man who is gay who I will call "Gavin."  He is in his fifties.  He grew up Southern Baptist and his four siblings are strong "small-town Texas" Southern Baptists.  When his brothers and sisters were told Gavin was gay, they said they would not talk to him or have anything to do with him...that was about 20 years ago.  So for twenty years, they won't return phone calls and will not be in the same room with Gavin.  Nothing.  No relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gavin is a moral man.  He regularly attends a "gay friendly" church, prays, reads his Bible and does many kind and benevolent acts for those around him.  He is unapologetically gay and talks openly about it...He never was in a closet from high school to the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my questions are:  Is their stance Bibical?  Do you think their stance is right, Christian, or moral?  How would you deal with this situation if Gavin was your brother or son?   Does Christ call for us to accept others who are living in sin or are we to reject and shun others?  What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-3081796949825922891?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/3081796949825922891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-to-condemn-world.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/3081796949825922891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/3081796949825922891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-to-condemn-world.html' title='...Not to Condemn the World'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-7797525789495758457</id><published>2009-11-03T02:15:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T12:56:36.695-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Church of Hope</title><content type='html'>In my last post I wrote about hope. I wrote that hope is what bring joy into our lives, that we can always anticipate life being better down the road. Hope encourages. Hope weathers the storms of life, together. Hope comforts and restores. Hope gives...well...hope to those around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church is a group of people that all cling to the same hope.  Hopeful churches are joyful places to be.  They center on the amazing grace of God, the Spirit dwelling amongst them and supporting those in need, as well as, celebrating with those have cause to celebrate.  Hope creates a loving fellowship because we all know we are on a journey together, allowing God to work on each of us as He sees fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for hope for your church.  Ask God to give the church a hopeful message to those in need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-7797525789495758457?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/7797525789495758457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/11/church-without-hope.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/7797525789495758457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/7797525789495758457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/11/church-without-hope.html' title='Church of Hope'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-2921958140947155434</id><published>2009-11-01T01:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T01:00:09.233-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hope'/><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>Hope is the anticipation of something good about to happen. Hope is a belief in a positive outcome related to events and circumstances in one's life. It is the feeling that what is wanted can be had and that events will turn out for the best. Hope says that whatever your circumstances are right now, there is a light at the end of the tunnel and it is not a train. Hope encourages us to wait during the storms of life, to seek shelter in knowing good will return like the sun after the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope sits in the background of life, rarely noticed when it is there but sorely missed in its absense. Hope is there as one get up in the morning, and prepares for work, play or to relax. Without it, life isn't worth living. It is a Holy Spirit gift that we can not conjure up on our own nor can we will it to happen. It adds meaning and purpose to life and puts a smile on our face. Without varying degrees of hope, at best we are "tired" all the time or, at its worst, despondent, cynical and gloomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope is as integral to faith as O is to H2O. Without hope, faith turns into religious beliefs and church is a "sharp stick to the eye." Hope is what instills a sense of awe and wonder to our faith, the anticipation of greater, more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wondrous&lt;/span&gt; things to come. Hope is why children get up at 5 am on Christmas morning, with joy sparkling in their eyes that threatens to burst into laughter and squealing. It causes them to almost vibrate with energy, believing in the unseen so much that they can see it...touch it. Isn't that something we all need to have in our lives, a joyful energy so overwhelming that we can't wait to turn the page and experience what's next? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Isn't&lt;/span&gt; that what God is all about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without hope, we fall into depression, a gooey, swampy malase that bogs us down, making our feet difficult to move. It is a weariness that drains away joy slowly until one day you realize you are running on empty, an emptiness so profound that any movement seems void of meaning or strength. Without it, we are left to conjure up our own entertainments, plans and schemes, most of which do little more than delay the fightening reality of meaninglessness and purposelessness. Life without hope is void.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope is something we can pray for. Have you ever prayed for God to fill your heart with hope? Couldn't we all use a little more hope to fight off the cynical thoughts? Couldn't we all use a little more hope? Ask the Father for more and He will give it to you...He is the only source of hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, in the name of Jesus, fill our lives with hope. Give us joy unbounding for the wondrous future you have in store for us. Fill us with meaning and purpose that adds fun to our faith, that makes waiting for you more like Christmas morning instead of being in mourning. Bless your children with hope, Father today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-2921958140947155434?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/2921958140947155434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/11/hope.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/2921958140947155434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/2921958140947155434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/11/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-7421733986887964588</id><published>2009-10-30T20:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T20:41:52.972-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Day Food</title><content type='html'>What do you like to eat the most on Thanksgiving Day? My personal favorite (at this point) is stuffing....and Turkey....and mashed taters...and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what is your favorite? If you have a favorite recipe, could you leave it in the comment section? I am thinking about what to fix but I got nuthin'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-7421733986887964588?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/7421733986887964588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/10/thanksgiving-day-food.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/7421733986887964588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/7421733986887964588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/10/thanksgiving-day-food.html' title='Thanksgiving Day Food'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-5989860715103865476</id><published>2009-10-27T23:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T07:05:12.300-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Needs'/><title type='text'>Special Needs: A Day in the Life</title><content type='html'>In my last post, I introduced you to my oldest son Jared, a special needs teenager. Not many people understand the needs and challenges, of the child and of the caretakers. So I decided to chronicle the past 24 hours of our life, of what I would call a "typical day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 Midnight Gave sleep medication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:00 am Crying, Change a wet diaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:30 am Crying, Change a wet diaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:00 am Gave more sleep medication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:00 am Crying, Change a wet diaper and turn on "Tom and Jerry" for 30 minutes so Jared can go back to sleep, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gave&lt;/span&gt; Tylenol because he has an ear infection. I have to help him open his eyes to see the TV...he is restless and fussy for 45 minutes before falling back asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:00 am Hook up Jared's feeding pump (He is tube fed through a port into his stomach.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00 am Change a wet diaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00 am Nurse Eva arrives and begins daily routine. Gives medications, does breathing treatment for Jared's asthma, does &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CPT&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fluttervest&lt;/span&gt; (which vibrates his chest to loosen secretions in his lungs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:00 Bath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:00 Peggy (his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;homebound&lt;/span&gt; teacher) arrives and reads to Jared, usually plays some games, stretches his muscles. She puts Jared in his wheelchair and sings to him, which he really likes. Plugs him into portable feeding pump and feeds him at 100&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ccs&lt;/span&gt; per hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 noon Running fever...Tylenol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:00 pm Breathing Treatment and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Fluttervest&lt;/span&gt;...Sits in Eva's lap and she sings to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:00 pm Lays down for a little while and listens to classical and bluegrass music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:30 pm Fussy so he watches Tom and Jerry...He really likes Tom and Jerry. Sarah the visual therapist from school arrives and works with Jared. Jared LOVES Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:00 pm Back in wheelchair, watches Glenn Beck on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:00 pm Eva leaves and Lori arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:00 pm Breathing Treatment and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Fluttervest&lt;/span&gt;. Watches &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;HGTV&lt;/span&gt; for awhile until he wants Tom and Jerry again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00 pm Medicines + Tylenol because he is running fever and is uncomfortable. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Breathing&lt;/span&gt; Treatment and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;fluttervest&lt;/span&gt;. First dose of sleeping medication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:00 pm To bed. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;CPT&lt;/span&gt; Lori leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:00 pm Change wet diaper. Jared gets fussy so he gets his second dose of sleeping medication. Goes to sleep with Tom and Jerry playing on his TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So goes the typical day. Although Jared's care is somewhat intensive, his care "team" helps him through the day. God bless his nurses who help him so much with the daily routine. We all have a role in ministering to Jared's needs and helping him to have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;full&lt;/span&gt; life. We could not do it alone, we have to have help with him. We are OK with asking for help because we know we can not do it alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-5989860715103865476?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/5989860715103865476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/10/special-needs-day-in-life.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/5989860715103865476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/5989860715103865476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/10/special-needs-day-in-life.html' title='Special Needs: A Day in the Life'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-8680796156319331150</id><published>2009-10-24T08:06:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T08:52:30.145-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Needs'/><title type='text'>Special Needs, Special Gifts</title><content type='html'>My oldest son is a miracle. When he was born in 1992, doctors diagnosed him with a chromosome disorder and gave him less than a week to live because of the severity of his disablities. Now, he is 17 years old. He is missing 75% of his brain which causes him to be profoundly mentally retarded. He is spastic quadraplegic and has a seizure disorder. His immune system is compromised, he has severe asthma, and has nearly died, more times than I want to recount, from pneumonia. He doesn't sleep without being heavily medicated, and wakes up several times a night crying. He is medically fragile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More importantly, he is a blessing to anyone who is willing to get to know him. Special needs children are not useless or a waste of resources. Their lives are precious and add significantly to the joy and pleasure of life. They are not a mistake or a freak of nature. They, like the rest of us have a place at the the table of the Lord. Although Jared has never spoken a word, he shares a deep love with his family, nurses and friends. His eyes twinkle and his smile melts away tension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son is a spiritual being. When we have praise and worship times at our house on Sunday nights, Jared becomes animated and coos loudly. He watches everyone as they worship. He participates to the full amount that he can and I am sure God touches him during our worship time together. Of all the people in the room, he is the least affected by sin and I think, he is the closest to God. Sometimes his delight during worship cannot be contained and it is fun to watch him enjoy God's presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is blessed daily by him. The pain of having him has caused my wife and me to be more sensitive to other's pain and has deepened our search for God. We constantly have to ask God for the strength to make it through the day, especially when we have stayed awake all night ministering to him. My other two sons are sensitive to special needs children at their schools, befriending and helping them. My sons have a deeper sense of value than their peers and they aren't afraid of standing up for those who have no voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared has spiritual gifts; the gift of faith, love and comfort. People are drawn to him, drawn to touch him and talk to him. He gives people his full attention and most walk away knowing they are loved and valuable....all without him saying a word to them. The Spirit surrounds him. One of his nurses came to Christ after being around Jared and my family, experiencing our unconditional love for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I decided from the beginning he was going to live with us, despite the physical and emotional hardship it has been on our family. Why? He our son, pure and simple. God made this boy and we decided to raise him to see what his potential could be. Our lives have been forever changed and blessed by him, each difficulty bringing strength, each pain turning to joy, each trial bringing perserverence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible says the kingdom belongs to "the least of these." I have been given the rare privilege of being the father to a special needs child. I don't know what I did to deserve such a blessing...I guess it is just grace. But if you are given the opportunity to be around one of these special children, rejoice and enjoy being near someone who is constantly near to the heart of God. Give them an opportunity to use their gifts and serve in whatever small way they can. Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-8680796156319331150?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/8680796156319331150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/10/special-needs-special-gifts.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/8680796156319331150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/8680796156319331150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/10/special-needs-special-gifts.html' title='Special Needs, Special Gifts'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-3311301444873743637</id><published>2009-10-21T00:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T00:40:09.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heifer International</title><content type='html'>I want to encourage you to look into HEIFER INTERNATIONAL.  &lt;a href="http://www.heifer.org/"&gt;http://www.heifer.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great organization!  For a relatively modest amount, they provide a family in the third world with a cow (goat, lllama, chickens, rabbits, pig, sheep, bees, water buffalo, ducks or camels) and training on how to care for the animal.  Your gift provides a family with a way of making a living.  You can stretch out your hand to people in developing countries and touch lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it as a birthday or Christmas gift to someone who "has everything."  Take the amount of money you would've spent on Halloween candy, give it to HI then hand out notes about what you did (i.e., "A gift of one dollar was given to Heifer International to help a family in a developing country.  Check it out at Heifer.org"). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will feel good about giving hope and promise to someone in need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-3311301444873743637?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/3311301444873743637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/10/heifer-international.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/3311301444873743637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/3311301444873743637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/10/heifer-international.html' title='Heifer International'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-7006981188938956871</id><published>2009-10-19T07:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T00:00:15.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Home Church</title><content type='html'>My home church is made up of four families, two singles and my oldest son's nurse who cares for him on Sunday. We always eat together as family, everyone bringing food to share with each other. If we have too many kids, we have a youth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;minister&lt;/span&gt; who comes over and helps them to participate in worship then keeps them from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;burning&lt;/span&gt; down the neighborhood when they go out to play. We support and love each other through good times and bad, we go to each other's kids sports and yell for them like they are our own and we worship together, uninhibited. How much better does it get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We use recorded praise and worship music (see the list we use in one of my first posts) and we have shakers, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tambourines&lt;/span&gt; and other assorted noise makers to play with during the music. We turn the lights down low so we can focus on the one reason we are there together, to love God with all our hearts. The kids participate by making noise and sometimes dancing like no one is watching. They are fun to watch and are rarely a distraction during the praise and worship time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After worship, we pray for each other's concerns and talk about what is going on in our lives. We hug each other, laugh together, ask about last week's concerns and catch up on what our kids did this past week. It's easy. It's like being a part of a big family of people you like and care about. The kids play together with the other kids in the neighborhood with whatever ballgame (or chase game) they can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We eat together. We each bring a part of the meal. One brings homemade chocolate chip cookies that are usually gone before everyone leaves. We hug each other in the end and we go home, knowing the Lord is a part of our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-7006981188938956871?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/7006981188938956871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-home-church.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/7006981188938956871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/7006981188938956871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-home-church.html' title='My Home Church'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-3722827540817387466</id><published>2009-10-16T13:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T14:18:51.833-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forgiveness'/><title type='text'>Forgiveness...Losing "The List"</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine was talking to me about his marriage. He was saying that when he messes up, his wife can remember everything, big and small, that he has done wrong. When arguing with her, he says it is like he has a single shot 22 with a cartridge hung in the chamber and she has an UZI and all the ammo she can fire. Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This got me thinking about "The List." "The List" is an accounting of everything another person has done to hurt you. Even though you have "forgiven" them, you keep "The List" handy, to pulll out and recite the 13, 094 things the other person has done to hurt, betray, and dissappoint you. "The List" takes hurt and morphs it into bitterness. Holding onto the memory of that stuff undermines trust, hope and love and makes one miserable and lonely. It causes tension and frustration in relationships. It makes victims and offenders, good guys and bad guys, right and wrong. We need to lose "The List."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want others to do that to you....keep track of every infraction and throw it out there during a 'discussion?' Wouldn't that be horrible? Is that what you want God to do with you, keep track of all the things you have done to sin against Him? God says you will be forgiven as you have forgiven others....that includes "The List."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a "List?" If you do, I think you should actually create "The List." Don't just make a mental exercise but write "The List" out. Look at it. Remind yourself of it until you get sick of it. Then really forgive what is on "The List" and move on. It's is the loving thing to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-3722827540817387466?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/3722827540817387466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/10/forgivenesslosing-list.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/3722827540817387466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/3722827540817387466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/10/forgivenesslosing-list.html' title='Forgiveness...Losing &quot;The List&quot;'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-8757171993228564527</id><published>2009-10-15T00:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T00:47:35.364-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Nothing</title><content type='html'>I am reading a book right now about a small-town lawyer that has it all but is accused of murder and is losing everything. His marriage is in shambles, financially he's ruined, his father was murdered and he is being accused of doing it, lost his car, friends look at him like he is guilty, and he lost his girlfriend, too (one of the reasons his marriage is in shambles). I love fiction because it so parallels my life in many ways. When you think you're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;invincible&lt;/span&gt;, think about Job, David, Paul, or many of the characters in the Bible. They are better men than me, more righteous in many ways yet God saw fit that they face painful realities in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More so, this fictional character has lost his pride, the stability of a predictable life, the shallow friendships he had, and the ability to hide behind a budding alcohol problem. I hate it when one's addictions no longer work, whether it is crack, alcohol, computer games, porn or whatever we use to hide our vulnerabilities. When life caves in, those things are like hiding in a straw house and the big, bad wolf is walking up the path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The character in my book has finally stopped lying to himself that everything is going to be "all right" and is finally facing the traumas and failures in his life. He is talking about it and finding people don't place as much emphasis on his life as he does (a real bummer to find we are NOT the center of the universe). He realizes that everything he has done is him creating an illusion that everything is OK, that he is OK. He has finished hiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you be the same? Is there something you need to face? Here's some advice: Ask God to help. Don't fight the flesh with your flesh. You can't outsmart Satan. You can't do it alone without God's touching your life, guiding you, and giving you strength that you can't muster by will alone. Whether it is conflict with a neighbor, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unforgiveness&lt;/span&gt; from past hurts or a pesky addiction problem: ask God to save you. Keeping asking, begging and crying out to the Lord: He will answer. You are not alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-8757171993228564527?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/8757171993228564527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-nothing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/8757171993228564527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/8757171993228564527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-nothing.html' title='I Am Nothing'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-62767322321824206</id><published>2009-10-10T23:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T00:17:21.908-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus is Lord'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giving'/><title type='text'>Giving</title><content type='html'>What should the motive be for giving money to God be? Guilt? Obedience? Joy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to a friend this morning who is going to talk about giving before the church. The speech was good (as contribution speeches go), pointing out the need to support the local body of Christ and the need to be obedient to God in our stewardship. But I came away with guilt...I'm not giving enough, you should appreciate what the Lord has done for you by giving back...So I challenged the speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We already know that 10% of the membership gives 90% of the contribution and the speech isn't for those who are already giving. But how do we motivate the 90% non-givers to actually give? Will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;guilt&lt;/span&gt; help? Doubtful. So what will?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivien &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hibbert&lt;/span&gt; once said to me that any church with strong praise &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; worship rarely has difficulty with finances. That got me to thinking: Why not pass the plate with strong praise music? Could the presence of God motivate them to give more? I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I rewrote the speech. Here is what I would do:&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus is Lord. I would like for you to ask repeat after me...Jesus is Lord....Jesus is Lord...Now I want you to do this: Ask God what he wants you to give, then listen and obey...Jesus is Lord...Father, what do you want me to give right now, today.... Now listen for an answer..." Then sit down. Next, start a strong praise song (like Revelation Song by Kari &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jobe&lt;/span&gt;) and halfway through the song, hand out the collection plates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea is to get into the presence of God before giving to Him...Get God Himself to motivate the non-givers. No guilt, no shame, no begging or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cajoling&lt;/span&gt;. Allow the Holy Spirit to begin His work in people's hearts, allow Him to admonish and encourage people to give. Do this for a month and see if people's attitude changes about giving so they can finally experience the joy of giving generously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you get the 90% to give more and give generously?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-62767322321824206?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/62767322321824206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/10/giving.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/62767322321824206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/62767322321824206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/10/giving.html' title='Giving'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-3354391824389067566</id><published>2009-10-08T23:56:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T12:46:46.715-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flesh'/><title type='text'>The Flesh</title><content type='html'>In reading scripture, one comes across the word "flesh" quite a bit. I am not going to list all the Scriptures with the word 'flesh' in it here; if you are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;interested&lt;/span&gt; in that sort of thing, look it up in your concordance....it's there. But what exactly is it? Quite simply, the 'flesh' encompasses everything in our earthly existence. Our senses, emotions, what it takes physically for us to live, our bodily functions, our desires and motives, our needs for entertainment, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;achievement&lt;/span&gt;, affection, comfort, and love; all these are examples of the 'flesh.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all fleshly things are evil....for example, eating. Eating food is required for for us to live and exist. Another example, Christ came to the earth in the 'flesh' and Christ was sinless. Being happy or sad is not a sin. Many things in the flesh has the potential for becoming a sin, for example, if I take my need for food to the extreme and become a glutton, then I am sinning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fruits of the sinful nature are the flesh acting out. Anger, frustration, control, and gossip are the flesh's way of dealing with people. It is pleasure seeking or it can be pain seeking as well. The flesh isn't satisfied with 'just' sex, it wants more, kinkier, variety and set impossible standards for 'good-looking' and attractiveness. The flesh can be greedy, amassing great wealth and surrounding itself with more and more stuff. It loves to shop often, play computer games to 'wind down' and will set impossible moral standards for self and others. It wallows is guilt and shame, avoids what it is afraid of and easily gets 'set in its ways' in complacency and thrives on routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flesh also shows up to church. The flesh doesn't want to be embarrassed during worship. It wants to be entertained during a church service, wanting everything to move along at a good pace with no silent patches. My flesh wants the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;powerpoint&lt;/span&gt; to be seamless and needs the sermon to be articulate and relevant. The flesh is uncomfortable and embarrassed when the Spirit shows up because the flesh wants to stay in control and really doesn't have time for tongue-speaking or prophetic words being spoken. The flesh also wants to be challenged but doesn't do much about that once it leaves the church building. The flesh can disguise itself as a servant but quietly demands that people notice. It tries to be righteous by its own strength, will and determination, independent of asking God for help. And for heaven's sake, the flesh wants church to be over in 90 minutes or at least before the Cowboy game begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flesh can beat the drum of religious adherence and demands moral standards that they themselves cannot keep. It disguises itself as righteous so it doesn't have to depend on the blood to Jesus for grace and mercy. The flesh hides its sins instead of being open and honest, and it certainly doesn't humbly confess or repent of its sins (it usually blames its sins on someone else). It puts on pride every morning and sometimes sleeps in it at night, dreaming fittfully about winning battles and building strongholds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do any of these fit for you? What is your understanding of 'the flesh?'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-3354391824389067566?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/3354391824389067566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/10/flesh.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/3354391824389067566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/3354391824389067566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/10/flesh.html' title='The Flesh'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-1208265981912168938</id><published>2009-10-05T11:19:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T13:36:07.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving God</title><content type='html'>What is your motive for praise and worship? Do you have one? Is it to be in God's presence? Is it to receive a blessing from God? Is it just to give God His due, giving Him what is rightfully His? Is it because you are supposed to and you are just being obedient?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many motives, underlying reasons why people praise and worship God. In my experience, when I give God what is due Him, then all the others fall into place. If my praise is to honor God (like what the creatures and angels and cloud of witnesses are doing in heaven) then God shows up. Then I get to enjoy being in His presence and He blesses me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I sense the presence of God, I keep focusing on what got me there instead of focusing on the feelings I am experiencing. If I focus on my feelings, then I have taken my focus off of God and His presence begins to ebb. When I place my focus back on praising God instead of my feelings, I can again enjoy His closeness and presence in worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your experience of being in the presence of God? Any insights you can share?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-1208265981912168938?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/1208265981912168938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/10/loving-god.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/1208265981912168938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/1208265981912168938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/10/loving-god.html' title='Loving God'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-3321798825995101540</id><published>2009-09-30T12:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T12:44:02.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Followership Poll</title><content type='html'>In regard to your church leadership, which is closest to how you feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Delighted in their leadership in most ways and gladly follow in the direction they are headed.&lt;br /&gt;b. Somewhat happy with them because I know we need leadership and at least they are willing to serve.&lt;br /&gt;c. Quietly frustrated in their leadership styles because they won't take the risks that you think would help the church grow and mature.&lt;br /&gt;d. I am silently obedient to the leadership's faces but have expressed my frustration with my closest friends.&lt;br /&gt;e. I am openly critical of them but I do what they ask me to do.&lt;br /&gt;f. I overtly reject the church leadership.&lt;br /&gt;g. I am utterly apathetic toward the leadership and just flat out don't care.&lt;br /&gt;h. Other.&lt;br /&gt;i. All of the above.&lt;br /&gt;j. None of the above.&lt;br /&gt;k. Simpletons and nincompoops.&lt;br /&gt;l. I am tired of talking about it...just go away..."Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens...."&lt;br /&gt;m. Jesus (only a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;choice&lt;/span&gt; because every religious test has this answer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the main source of your frustration? What responsibility do you think you have to the leadership of your church?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-3321798825995101540?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/3321798825995101540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/09/church.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/3321798825995101540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/3321798825995101540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/09/church.html' title='Church Followership Poll'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-6049149280870917274</id><published>2009-09-26T07:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T07:18:43.529-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><title type='text'>Who Taught you to Pray?</title><content type='html'>How did you learn to pray? Did you pick it up by listening to others around you (which would be OK if they know what they are doing) or did you pick up it by osmosis? Do you ask God for your material or do you come up with it on your own? Have you ever be formally mentored in prayer? If not, would you be interested in that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-6049149280870917274?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/6049149280870917274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/09/who-taught-you-to-pray.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/6049149280870917274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/6049149280870917274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/09/who-taught-you-to-pray.html' title='Who Taught you to Pray?'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-6351830113725827845</id><published>2009-09-25T12:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T13:12:12.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Avatar is Cooler Than Me</title><content type='html'>The title says it all.  On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Farmtown&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;), my avatar is easy going, quick to befriend, talk, and be open.   I am some of those things in degree but not nearly so as my avatar.  My avatar was even sharing about Jesus with another farmer who hired me and the conversation just began...it was easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My avatar has a biting wit, is slightly sarcastic and very, very competitive.  OK, OK, so the competitive part of my avatar is me to a 'T.'  I can out plant, out plow, out harvest anyone else I have come up against so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who haven't done &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Farmtown&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Farmville&lt;/span&gt;, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Yoville&lt;/span&gt;, I am the one running my avatar, controlling its motions, typing what it says....It is just easier with a cloak of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;anonymity.  Granted I am talking about Jesus when I think I can get away with it...I guess I am the Farmtown evangelist....and that does not pay very well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Are your avatars cooler than you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-6351830113725827845?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/6351830113725827845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-avatar-is-cooler-than-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/6351830113725827845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/6351830113725827845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-avatar-is-cooler-than-me.html' title='My Avatar is Cooler Than Me'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-1841047051274667019</id><published>2009-09-23T00:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T00:44:00.254-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Judgement'/><title type='text'>Judge Not</title><content type='html'>Our preacher this past weekend talked about judging others. Here are some of my thoughts about it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God judges us yet still loves us. Why? God is a God of Justice and He is the God of Grace and Mercy. God is going to challenge our sin (which deserves rejection and condemnation) because he doesn't want us to linger in sin. He handles judging with grace and mercy because He loves us. He wants us to repent because in doing so, we acknowledge our own responsibility in our sin. ...it's our only way out of it and back to Him. After judgement, He woos us back to Him because He loves us and constantly longs for fellowship with us. Do you see a pattern between judging and loving? Yeah, its there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judgement has a place when the aim is the preservation and restoration of others. There is a difference in judgement and condemnation. God uses judgement to bring us back to Him, to restore the severed relationship that sin causes. We can only judge others if we love them , otherwise we condemn them. So if we judge, we are not to condemn. We are to love people, first and foremost. We are not to judge (condemn) those we don't know or love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condemnation is judgement without love or relationship. Condemnation looks down on the other as bad, unforgivable and beyond help. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Condemnation&lt;/span&gt; shuns others as "less than," creating a burden of shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about judging others? Comments?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-1841047051274667019?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/1841047051274667019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/09/judge-not.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/1841047051274667019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/1841047051274667019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/09/judge-not.html' title='Judge Not'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-3869958684097357904</id><published>2009-09-21T00:34:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T06:17:48.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Places I Have Lived</title><content type='html'>Its been a rough week so I decided to list the places I have lived. Here's my list of where my journey has taken me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Murray, KY... born there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Palmersville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, TN in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Weakley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; County...(lived there out in the country on the farm that has been in my family for many generations) This place was deeded to my family after the Revolutionary War. It has three family &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cemeteries&lt;/span&gt; dating into the early 1800's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sharon TN lived there 2 0r three years (way out in the country) Dad sold fertilizer, mom raised four kids and ran a small dairy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Paonia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, CO went to first to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;twelfth&lt;/span&gt; grade here (lived three miles from town on a farm) I milked cows every morning and evening and fed hay to 30-60 head of cows twice a day. We grew 95% of our own food and put the excess in cars at church that weren't locked. It is in the North Fork Valley of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gunnison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, surrounded by 12,000 to 13,000 foot mountains. Dad was a fruit farmer and worked in the coal mine. My mom worked at the coal mines four years and worked even harder running the farm (and raising four kids). We moved there to help a struggling church as vocational missionaries...they are still there working with the same church, creating a close knit family of believers. I was the president of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;FFA&lt;/span&gt; and the World Travel Club and broke my back wrestling Troy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Dunham&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Olathe&lt;/span&gt; my senior year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Edmond/Oklahoma City, OK went to college at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;OCC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;OCUSA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) Moved here one week after graduating high school. I grew up fast and learned that the world is not always a friendly, happy place like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Paonia&lt;/span&gt;. It was a launching pad for learning how to do relationships, friendships, and life vocation. I got the confidence to dream that God may have a purpose for me in my life and learned I was actually kinda of smart (a fact not indicated by previous grades or effort).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Abilene, TX Went to Abilene Christian University. Met my wife here as we were both working on our Master's degrees. Also met Rick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Collett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, who was my best friend and Best Man for my wedding. I was the youth minister for a year for the Highway 36 Church of Christ, 18 miles SE of Abilene. Awesome. My mentors Ed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Headrick&lt;/span&gt; and Charles Rudolph were instrumental in helping me grow intellectually and spiritually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Denton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, TX My wife and I were both accepted into the Counseling Psychology PhD program here. Met some very good friends who supported us through the birth of our first child, a traumatic yet wonderful time of learning to help a medically fragile, special needs child. He wasn't supposed to live through the first week...now he is 17 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Irving, TX After my son was born, we needed to be close to family, friends and nurses who would take on the load of his care with us. Eva, Lori, Robin, Amy, and Becky have all become a part of our family. We also expanded our family with two more sons, finished our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;PhDs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and have accumulated even more friends, who are our brothers and sisters...our boys see them as family. We also lost our precious friend (and Jared's nurse) Robin to breast cancer three years ago while we lived here...we still feel the loss of her in our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Have&lt;/span&gt; you been to any of these places? Where have you lived?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-3869958684097357904?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/3869958684097357904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/09/places-i-have-lived.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/3869958684097357904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/3869958684097357904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/09/places-i-have-lived.html' title='Places I Have Lived'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-1684977825397078376</id><published>2009-09-14T23:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T00:12:14.153-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Invitation'/><title type='text'>Personal God</title><content type='html'>I was locked in my car with my mother-in-law for a solid hour last week (I actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reeeeaaalllly&lt;/span&gt; like her, really) and she was talking about how people need a personal invitation for them to come to church. She was telling story after story of people who had never darkened the door of a church until she personally went to them and invited them. She was even willing to use the "as a personal favor to me..." card and the "I want you to share this with me...." card to get people to go somewhere with her....and I think she is dead on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General, beat around the bush hints and the "they will see my life and become so impressed with Jesus and want what I have" stuff is not working for most of the sane world. People want the personal touch. They want to know you are interested in them, that you like them enough to ask. They want their invitation to be heart-felt, genuine and caring. They want you to be as personal as the God you say you follow, and they want to see it again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had to ask people 3, 4 up to 10 times to attend a function with me. I am patient with them as they refuse me again and again. But if God is speaking in my ear to invite them, then I am going to do that, over and over again. Gently. Lovingly (not Tough-Loving-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ly&lt;/span&gt;). Kindly. Over coffee or a piece of pie, they want to know you and be reassured that you like them (or love them).  Kinda like when God knocked on my heart to come in...not pushy or cloying....just a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nudge&lt;/span&gt; here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is someone out there who needs what you have, invite them with you. You may be amazed at what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.  I just read this to my mother-in-law.  She laughed.  She said that the women's Bible Study she is a part of is overwhelmed with the number of women who signed up...mainly because ten or so women started personally inviting their friends to come.  An unprecedented number of women signed up, twice the number that the expected.  Maybe their is something to a personal invitation from a personal God....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-1684977825397078376?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/1684977825397078376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/09/personal-god.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/1684977825397078376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/1684977825397078376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/09/personal-god.html' title='Personal God'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-2225308758114064649</id><published>2009-09-12T09:45:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T19:42:52.791-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='approval'/><title type='text'>1/3, 1/3, 1/3</title><content type='html'>When I was younger, I wanted people to like me. In order for everyone to think I was cool, I was willing to do things that I will not mention here (because if you knew them, you might think I was uncool) just to get attention. All the antics, all the joking, all the goofy things I did to get a laugh or a "I can't believe you just..." was to get other's approval, get them to like or notice me. But at what cost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother, Tim, once said that if "some people aren't mad at you, you're not doing what you ought to." That got me thinking. If you do the right thing, if you do what God wants you to do, if you are completely obedient to the Lord, some people are not going to like you. I have personally known many people, preachers, professional athletes, business executives, doctors, etc., who lived for the next "approval high" and in the process, lost who they were as people...lost what made them interesting in the first place. People &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pleasers&lt;/span&gt; actually lose their appeal when they try to please others over being authentic and genuine. Living a lie is rarely appealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing things for approval is like a penguin flapping its wings to fly. Its just not going to be enough. The harder it flaps the more nothing happens. If people don't approve of you, that is their problem, not yours. If they can't like you for who you are, then they are not going to like you for being who you aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to look inside first, acknowledge the gifts that God has given you and use them. When one uses his/her God given gifts, that is enough. When you try to please someone and do something that is not "you," people aren't actually attracted to that...yes they may be amused or may laugh...but that is not going to fulfill the need you have to be relevant, obedient or purposeful...only God can do that. If we are content with who we are and how God is using us, we don't have the drive to please everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that brings me to the 1/3, 1/3, 1/3 Theory of Human Relationships. You want a 1/3 of the people to hate you, a 1/3 of the people to love you and a 1/3 of the people to be apathetic toward you. What???!!!??? Those are Jesus' numbers. Think about it. Just being the Messiah caused people to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;crucify&lt;/span&gt; him, worship him, and others ignored what he did...and he was God in the Flesh. Are we trying to get better numbers than Jesus? If we are faithful and obedient to the Lord, 1/3, 1/3, 1/3 is about as good as it should get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are your percentages? Do you want everyone to love you or do you want to be obedient?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-2225308758114064649?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/2225308758114064649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/09/13-13-13.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/2225308758114064649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/2225308758114064649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/09/13-13-13.html' title='1/3, 1/3, 1/3'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-4059274704047296916</id><published>2009-09-11T01:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T07:38:35.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Swine Flu</title><content type='html'>Well it turns out my son has swine flu, not strep as we previously thought, and now my family it taking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tamiflu&lt;/span&gt;. Just when I thought life couldn't get any more interesting, it did. Funny how God doesn't ask for our permission to be tested and tried. The creator rarely asks the created for a formal written consent, in triplicate, before he sends us on an adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, it is just fever, sore throat, whining, complaining and sleeping all the time. It it weren't for the fever and coughing, I would never have known he were sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be praying that my oldest son, Jared, who is an awesome special needs kid, doesn't get it. He has a fragile immune system and is very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;susceptible&lt;/span&gt; to catching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; around. He already has a difficult time staying healthy and swine flu would not be good. Pray for God's protection from this virus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-4059274704047296916?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/4059274704047296916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/09/swine-flu.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/4059274704047296916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/4059274704047296916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/09/swine-flu.html' title='Swine Flu'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-746949686918370115</id><published>2009-09-10T12:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T12:35:21.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Providence</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I picked my 16 year old son up from school and he said his orchestra director wanted him to try out for the Lone Star Youth Orchestra....that afternoon at 4:30.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LSYO&lt;/span&gt; is an invitation only elite high school orchestra in North Texas...my son plays cello.  The problem is that he has golf practice every afternoon from 2:45 to 6:30....yesterday being no different.  So we discussed him taking on yet another activity in addition to his AP classes on the way to the country club where they practice.  (Note: talk about a rough life...he HAS to play golf four days a week for 3 1/2 hours at a country club and at Bear Creek Golf Resort...rough life).  Add to that my son was sick yesterday afternoon, strep throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, we pulled up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Colinas&lt;/span&gt; Country Club and found the coach and players standing around talking.  The coach came over and told us that the course was closed for the day.  That meant that he could audition for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LSYO&lt;/span&gt;, so we ran home, got his cello and made it in time for him to audition.....and he made it....and loved it...and listening to the practice, they are certainly amazing for bunch of teenagers.  He walked out of the practice room last night with a huge grin on his face, a pig in mud with a bucketful of slop in the tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is that God's providence, God making a way for something to happen?  There were certainly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of "coincidences" for it to happen like it did.  What do you think?  Do you have things like that happen to you, where it looks like God is making a way for something to happen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-746949686918370115?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/746949686918370115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/09/providence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/746949686918370115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/746949686918370115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/09/providence.html' title='Providence'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-1035078950508024058</id><published>2009-09-09T12:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T12:50:36.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is Your Favorite Food?</title><content type='html'>I am the cook of our family.  Like my Grandmother Helen Montgomery (Gandma Grumm), I can slap together a tasty meal pretty quick...I can usually have something on the table within thirty minutes.  I am having culinary brain freeze right now and cannot think of anything to fix for dinner.  So give some ideas (and recipes, if they are handy) of what to cook.  What is your favorite food?  Who cooks it the best?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-1035078950508024058?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/1035078950508024058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-is-your-favorite-food.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/1035078950508024058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/1035078950508024058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-is-your-favorite-food.html' title='What Is Your Favorite Food?'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-414446478638453214</id><published>2009-09-08T12:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T13:28:45.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is not Jealous</title><content type='html'>If love is not jealous, what is it? Trusting? Secure? Relaxed? Content? Undemanding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard jealousy is the fear of losing what you already have...demanding that another is solely devoted....smothering the other with attention and insisting on the exclusivity of any love...it fears losing its only source of love and therefore clings tighter, thinking the tighter it clings the less likely the person will be to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, love holds on loosely and allows the other to choose to be there instead of demanding it. Demanding that one love you turns love into obligation and "have to"....and very few of respond well to having love choked out of their life. The jealous person doesn't realize that the tighter the cling, the more repulsive and oppressive they become until the object of their jealousy has no choice but to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But love trusts that love is sure and true. Love is secure that despite flaws and weaknesses, love will last. Love realizes the other must have freedom to choose or becomes something other than love. Love relaxes because it knows that love will be returned in its own time. Love is at peace because there is stability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How has jealosy (yours or others) affected your relationships?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-414446478638453214?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/414446478638453214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-is-not-jealous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/414446478638453214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/414446478638453214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-is-not-jealous.html' title='Love is not Jealous'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-1440049959732997888</id><published>2009-09-07T09:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T10:40:11.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is Kind</title><content type='html'>Kindness doing small things with love. Kindness considers what the other person likes/wants when expressing love to another.  When my wife and I got married, we both made a list for the other with the heading:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel cared about when:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and each of us listed 50-100 things the other could do for us to show that we care. Little things. Individual and unique to each of us. Free things. Caring deeds that indicate I care about her that I might otherwise not know. Here are a few of my wife's:&lt;br /&gt;Back rub.&lt;br /&gt;Mini Snickers from the store.&lt;br /&gt;Run a bubble bath.&lt;br /&gt;Make the bed.&lt;br /&gt;Open the car door for me.&lt;br /&gt;Do the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;Cook dinner. Mac and cheese, sausage and green beans.&lt;br /&gt;Dust.&lt;br /&gt;Talk for five minutes about myself.&lt;br /&gt;Put my arm around her during church.&lt;br /&gt;Hold hands.&lt;br /&gt;Ask about her day.&lt;br /&gt;Jewelry (any and all)&lt;br /&gt;Spooning in bed&lt;br /&gt;Pray &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; her.&lt;br /&gt;Snuggle with her while watching a movie on the couch&lt;br /&gt;Leave love notes where she will happen upon them during her day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindness says that I love her without using words. Each one is a voluntary, spontaneous expression of the great love in my heart where my words fall short. Caring deeds are the proof and delight of my love for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think, God is love...God is kind. God constantly pours blessings out on me and my family as a way of expressing His love to me. More than Scripture saying it...He proves it by the hundreds of things that I find that are good and right in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But He also wants me to care about Him. He wants me to do things, spontaneous and voluntary, that show I care. Any relationship thrives on kindness and our relationship with God is no exception. It's more than obedience, although God digs that. Kindness shows God that I am thinking of Him, that I want Him, that He means something to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do that shows this level of intimacy with your spouse, family or God?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-1440049959732997888?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/1440049959732997888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-is-kind.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/1440049959732997888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/1440049959732997888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-is-kind.html' title='Love is Kind'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-113288272338926015</id><published>2009-09-04T09:01:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T07:46:37.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can't Hurry God</title><content type='html'>I have attended worship services before where every minute was planned, filled and taken. Before one song was finished the guy leading the next prayer was already walking forward...one song ends and the next song begins with the next breath. Is it possible that when "do church" this way, there is no time for God to speak or move among His people? Do we even want God to move among His people during a worship service?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted the flesh wants to be entertained and can't stand a moment of silence. Why? Because the flesh is very uncomfortable during the silence after praise. Why? Because God tends to speak during that time and the flesh has no time for listening or obeying God. Why? Because the "religious fleshly self" wants the time filled with interesting God things but doesn't want to engage with God Himself. Why? Because deep down in each one of us, the flesh and Spirit are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;in a&lt;/span&gt; battle for our attention. Silence after praise and worship gives the Spirit the room to move and act for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of the statement: Don't just do something, sit there! It has been my experience that God likes some quiet, unplanned time to speak to me. After praise and worship, He waits until my flesh is quieted before He talks to me. Sometimes I have waited 5, 10, even 20 minutes before I felt His quickening my heart and heard his still, small voice. But the wait is worth it. To me, it is the purpose and reason for me praising and worshipping in the first place. God may not be near as impressed with our worship services as we might think He is if He is not allowed to move among His people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my encouragement is: Don't hurry God. Be patient. Don’t rush. Keep it simple. Allow there to be times of silence during the breaks between songs and prayers. Give God an opportunity to speak and work. You'll be glad you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When does God speak to you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-113288272338926015?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/113288272338926015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-cant-hurry-god.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/113288272338926015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/113288272338926015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-cant-hurry-god.html' title='You Can&apos;t Hurry God'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-2931809878257611477</id><published>2009-09-02T22:38:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T09:14:29.037-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Friend of Sinners</title><content type='html'>I have never known a life without Jesus. My parents were both Christians and started me on my own spiritual journey early in life. I had friends that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;were&lt;/span&gt; Christians, went to Christian universities, married a Christian and have many Christian friends from many different denominations. To top it off, I live in the belt buckle of the Bible Belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus' life changed how kings and governments rule. He changed how husbands treated their wives and how parents treat their children. His influence caused love to be acted upon in the world.  He has influenced how employees work for their bosses and how bosses treat their employees.  He offered a new way for people to find God, without all the rules, rituals and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hypocrisy&lt;/span&gt;. Even in parts of the world that deny his deity, he still affects them in subtle, but profound ways. Since his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Crucifixion&lt;/span&gt;, the world has been different. Since his infectious and sacrificial love was unleashed the entire world has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;benefited&lt;/span&gt;. People who have not accepted him as Savior and King still live in a world &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;affected&lt;/span&gt; by his benevolence and kindness. The benevolence and sacrifice of His people have changed even the remotest areas of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of Jesus, I want to give to the poor, help the needy, and attend to the sick. I want to carry fast food gift certificates in my truck to hand to the "Will Work for Food (or Beer)" folks who hang out on street corners. I want to help them in some small way. I want to be kind and hospitable. I like mowing my neighbor's yard (without them knowing) or loan out my pickup to help someone move. I dig that. It expresses the true nature of Jesus in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know bad things have been done in the name of religion. Yes, I know about the Crusades and the cults that have destroyed the lives of many. I am well aware of the fact that Christians are NOT perfect (or even remotely close). But regardless of what we have done to pervert his name, he still reigns and rules. Despite our imperfections and brief forrays into the flesh, His love still overcomes sin and his love still affects the entire world through his people. His love is still being perfected in many imperfect people who seek to know Him and obey Him. I am counted as one of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is cool. He sought me out and became my friend. His love has changed my life and I have passed that on to many others. How has He affected you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-2931809878257611477?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/2931809878257611477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/09/jesus-friend-of-sinners.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/2931809878257611477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/2931809878257611477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/09/jesus-friend-of-sinners.html' title='Jesus Friend of Sinners'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-8700964145209593256</id><published>2009-09-02T12:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T12:54:46.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is Patient</title><content type='html'>Patience is the fruit of the Spirit that we all want to eat but we pick it before it is ripe. I have always heard one should not pray for patience for, in doing so, it unleashes a avalanche of learning opportunities ( aka., frustrating acts) and, therefore, develops patience. I have always prayed for patience with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;caveat&lt;/span&gt; for God to have mercy on me but each time, the time worn saying holds true....lights turn red, children act like...well...children, and you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; choose the slow line at the grocery store. So goes life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience may be best described by its absence. We all have known someone (perhaps even ourselves) that is impatient...you know, the one who hates to stand in line, speeds through intersections as the light turns from yellow to red, who yells at their children in exasperation, who picks the apple before it is ripe, who got DSL for internet because the other was too slow, or impulsively acts when restraint is the best choice. We have all been there, done that, except for some righteous soul who lives in a far away country in a far away place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But patience is more than not acting impatient. Patience requires asking God for direction then listening. Patience requires one to follow God's direction and timing in every circumstance. God may have helped you choose a line in the grocery store that had someone in it He wanted you to speak and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;minister&lt;/span&gt; to. God may be teaching your children patience through you. God may want you to slow down at the stoplight and pray for someone He places on your heart. God may want you to wait to pick the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fruit&lt;/span&gt; because it is so much sweeter when it is ripe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one is filled with the Spirit then he/she allows the the Spirit of God the time to move. Each instance of impatience is an opportunity to wait on God....and Scripture says God does not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;disappoint&lt;/span&gt;. So ask God what your next step is... and obey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-8700964145209593256?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/8700964145209593256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-is-patient.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/8700964145209593256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/8700964145209593256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-is-patient.html' title='Love is Patient'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-148192124795082592</id><published>2009-09-01T01:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T01:05:00.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tale of the Scales</title><content type='html'>Let's say you have two bathroom scales, one which is accurate (arg!) and the other weighs you lighter from 3 to 6 pounds than your actual weight.  Which do you use?  Why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-148192124795082592?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/148192124795082592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/09/tale-of-scales.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/148192124795082592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/148192124795082592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/09/tale-of-scales.html' title='The Tale of the Scales'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-3774907064024808655</id><published>2009-08-31T01:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T17:03:17.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Old House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/Spl3cRWmYvI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Y6WT5gDnycY/s1600-h/Chris%27+Pictures+341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375458957821633266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/Spl3cRWmYvI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Y6WT5gDnycY/s400/Chris%27+Pictures+341.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not store up for yourselves wealth here on earth....Matt 6.19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the road to Billings Tunnel outside Salida Colorado, there is ghost town. This is a picture of the 1880's general store that was in the center of a bussling, thriving mining community. It was new, flashy (by 1880s' standards because everyone else lived in tents) and even had two cellars to store goods (now just large holes in the ground). Now it is 14 logs stacked on top of each other and a few sheets of tin scattered around. That's it. In fact, of all the remains of 23 cabins and businesses, this is the one in the best condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe that very little will remain of our "empires" 100 years after we are gone. A few sticks or rocks on top of each other and that's it. That's all. Kind of sad, isn't it? But if we invest in the spiritual kingdom, if we spread the gospel by living right and loving others, that investment never dies. It continues to grow, build and thrive in the hearts of others, passing in on and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the churches, businesses and homes that exist now, will not even be a memory in 100 years....but the Word of the Lord keeps going and going and going. Invest in loving people, talking up Jesus and serving the Lord and watch that investment grow for centuries to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-3774907064024808655?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/3774907064024808655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-old-house.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/3774907064024808655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/3774907064024808655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-old-house.html' title='This Old House'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/Spl3cRWmYvI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Y6WT5gDnycY/s72-c/Chris%27+Pictures+341.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-445824415840981052</id><published>2009-08-30T01:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T01:00:00.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Pics</title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures I took recently in Colorado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/Spl176YMQXI/AAAAAAAAAGw/0AUG-s0tZJU/s1600-h/Chris%27+Pictures+144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375457302386852210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/Spl176YMQXI/AAAAAAAAAGw/0AUG-s0tZJU/s400/Chris%27+Pictures+144.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/Spl1qrv4DEI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Sk6ufEYYNxM/s1600-h/Chris%27+Pictures+150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375457006401883202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/Spl1qrv4DEI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Sk6ufEYYNxM/s400/Chris%27+Pictures+150.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/Spl1SQiaebI/AAAAAAAAAGg/BXJQY3OMNLg/s1600-h/Chris%27+Pictures+391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375456586780801458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/Spl1SQiaebI/AAAAAAAAAGg/BXJQY3OMNLg/s400/Chris%27+Pictures+391.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/Spl1F3qHxrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/dAjWSi4E2Bc/s1600-h/Chris%27+Pictures+400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375456373943813810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/Spl1F3qHxrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/dAjWSi4E2Bc/s400/Chris%27+Pictures+400.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/Spl01MwyANI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/BCiljk5OmnM/s1600-h/Chris%27+Pictures+408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375456087551115474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/Spl01MwyANI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/BCiljk5OmnM/s400/Chris%27+Pictures+408.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sometimes I like to photograph the small things around instead of huge panoramic pics. Sometimes there is beauty in the small things, the things that go unnoticed (unless you are looking for them).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-445824415840981052?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/445824415840981052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/08/sunday-pics.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/445824415840981052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/445824415840981052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/08/sunday-pics.html' title='Sunday Pics'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/Spl176YMQXI/AAAAAAAAAGw/0AUG-s0tZJU/s72-c/Chris%27+Pictures+144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-1744254684131823794</id><published>2009-08-29T08:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T09:33:23.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrestling with God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.dailypress.com/media/photo/2009-02/44925983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 377px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 425px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.dailypress.com/media/photo/2009-02/44925983.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was in junior high and high school, I wrestled on the Paonia (Colo.) wrestling team. My sons laugh when they hear I was a wrestler because they imagine I was a WWF wrestler, in a ring, jumping off the top ropes doing a flying toe hold or hitting someone over the head with a wooden chair. But being on the wrestling team was great. Practices were grueling but they built me up and gave me endurance. Travelling to other cities was cool because you got to hang out with friends on four- to ten-hour bus trips. The physicality of wrestling is like no other sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading about Jacob wrestling with the angel...the story facsinates me. Being that close to a spiritual being boggles my mind. It certainly represents nicely the number of things I have wrestled with God in my life, my flesh and heart constantly coming up against my spiritual and moral beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am constantly wrestling with God about something. But you know something, I think God likes it when I wrestle with Him. God doesn't want to be detached and distant in my life, He wants to be in there, close, touching me, working me out. He doesn't want to be an intellectual concept or a religious icon. The nature of wrestling is close, physical and God loves it... because you can't wrestle with someone who is far away. They have to be close to you. It's a very intimate, personal activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it when God manhandles me. No matter what move I make, He holds on to me and counters each move. I want to be lovingly mauled by my Father just like my sons like it when I wrestle with them. I hold them down and maul them and they smile the entire time, knowing I am not going to hurt them but they know they are not powerful enough to take me...yet. We both enjoy the physical time together and it creates a bond, a loving bond, with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want God that close. I want him on top of me matching me move for move. I want Him close enough to feel His breath and know His strength. When my flesh has an issue with Him and I walk onto the mat, like Jacob wrestling, I don't think He is angry nor do I think He wants to crush me. I think He is happy, because I am close....I am at least willing to walk onto the mat with Him. Wrestling with God doesn't mean He has given up on me or is slapping me around; it is His way of showing how close He really is and that he loves me....and He always wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has your experience of wrestling been?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-1744254684131823794?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/1744254684131823794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/08/wrestling-with-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/1744254684131823794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/1744254684131823794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/08/wrestling-with-god.html' title='Wrestling with God'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-2547764989015981328</id><published>2009-08-28T07:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T10:03:36.445-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gospel'/><title type='text'>Persecution</title><content type='html'>How blessed you are whenever people hate you and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ostracize&lt;/span&gt; you and insult you.....Luke 6.22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time someone hated you? Did you feel blessed or did you feel bad? I am supposed to be glad when someone hates me? What?!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A preacher friend of mine is a affirmation/acceptance junkie. He hates it when someone doesn't like a sermon he preaches. He hates conflict and will do pretty much anything to avoid it. He goes out of his way to make sure people are good with him.  His sermons are watered down, entertainment speeches that lack anything that would make anyone uncomfortable or feel convicted.  He needs everyone to like him (even though he denies that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But isn't there a part of that in all of us?   The need to be liked contaminates our evangelism. Very few people are willing to be hated. People just don't want to risk rejection, ridicule or insult for the Gospel. The Gospel counters our need to be liked, wanted, befriended and accepted. When our gospel is contaminated by the need for acceptance, it gets watered down, it becomes for factual than personal.  The Gospel is more than Jesus facts and theological proofs (at least I hope it is). It is more than exegesis, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hermeneutics&lt;/span&gt; and lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gospel is the most personal story of who we are. It is how Jesus moves in us, changes us, and gives us purpose and meaning.  The Good News is very personal and vulnerable because, for a Christian, it is the very essence who we are. It is the story of our own personal redemption, the motive for living and the hope for the future. Take the Gospel personally and you risk rejection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gospel is the most intimate discussion we can have. The Spirit moves in our story. God uses our story to convict the listener and confront sin. He uses our story to express His love, mercy and grace. He uses our Gospel to proclaim His Gospel. And the church is dying because many won't even talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about the Gospel. Let the God use your story to tell his story. What is the Gospel to you?  Is it more factual or personal?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-2547764989015981328?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/2547764989015981328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/08/persecution.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/2547764989015981328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/2547764989015981328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/08/persecution.html' title='Persecution'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-3399734401227327100</id><published>2009-08-26T01:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T01:00:01.005-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road Less Travelled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/SpLXStLjvXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/iEwahjy4Jp8/s1600-h/IMG_2839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373594021772115314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/SpLXStLjvXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/iEwahjy4Jp8/s400/IMG_2839.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In life, there are so many have tos, shouldn'ts, don'ts, gotta's, normals, averages and need too's, its nice to take the less travelled four wheel drive road away from convention. Here's what we saw when we took a two wheel drive Tahoe up a four-wheel drive road:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/SpLXGk10zBI/AAAAAAAAAF4/26fg7sMYd40/s1600-h/IMG_2850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373593813375044626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/SpLXGk10zBI/AAAAAAAAAF4/26fg7sMYd40/s400/IMG_2850.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wish you could feel the 50 degree wind whistling through the rocks and wildflowers. It's very refreshing on an August day (when it is 105 degrees in Texas).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/SpLWuN9cVMI/AAAAAAAAAFw/6LCiJ6dqXmA/s1600-h/IMG_2846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373593394916119746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/SpLWuN9cVMI/AAAAAAAAAFw/6LCiJ6dqXmA/s400/IMG_2846.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The flowers that grow here are like no other anywhere else in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/SpLWc9oaEPI/AAAAAAAAAFo/TiB3elxV1Yw/s1600-h/IMG_1569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373593098475147506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/SpLWc9oaEPI/AAAAAAAAAFo/TiB3elxV1Yw/s400/IMG_1569.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At this altitude, spruce trees only get about 6 foot tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/SpLV4TPXLUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/AgSK9nAs4NA/s1600-h/IMG_2818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373592468620520770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/SpLV4TPXLUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/AgSK9nAs4NA/s400/IMG_2818.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yep, that is snow in August. Yep, we got in a snowball fight. Yep, it was cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I encourage you to take the less travelled road....the road that takes you where you didn't even know you needed to be to see things you didn't know existed. It stretches your faith and puts your trust squarely where it needs to be...in the hands of God. Forgive someone who hurt you. Feed a homeless person. Give a generous gift to church or an charity that does good for people. Raise your hands in church. Pray out loud for 6 hours.  Do something daring that God is moving you to do. God wants you to take the risk, follow him into adventure. Your faith won't know what hit it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-3399734401227327100?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/3399734401227327100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/08/road-less-travelled.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/3399734401227327100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/3399734401227327100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/08/road-less-travelled.html' title='The Road Less Travelled'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/SpLXStLjvXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/iEwahjy4Jp8/s72-c/IMG_2839.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-1833604328323134068</id><published>2009-08-25T01:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T01:00:01.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vision to See</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/SpMTenSqQjI/AAAAAAAAAGI/gysj9fMOAsM/s1600-h/IMG_0885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373660197047386674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/SpMTenSqQjI/AAAAAAAAAGI/gysj9fMOAsM/s400/IMG_0885.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Five years ago, my middle son made an off handed remark that he couldn't see the marker board in front of the classroom. I made an offhanded remark that maybe he needed to go to the nurse and get his eyes checked. So the next day he did just that....and we got a call from the nurse that there were problems with his vision and we needed to take him for a more extensive examination. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, no problem...his uncle is an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ophthalmologist&lt;/span&gt;....so we took him for the exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to find out, he is legally blind. He could barely see shapes and light much less read what was on the board at school. He played baseball and had a pretty good batting average but got struck out &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; on balls he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;should have&lt;/span&gt; hit. So he gets his new glasses and says...hey, there's leaves on trees, lawns have blades of grass, look there's cloud's in the sky, and....all the way home he was pointing out things he couldn't see before, reading billboards, etc. He started reading books (by the 1,000's), hitting the baseball, and just noticing things in his world that he couldn't see before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my youngest son asked him, "Why didn't you tell someone that you couldn't see?" His answer: "Because I didn't know I couldn't see. When you are born not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;being&lt;/span&gt; able to see very well, you don't know you can't see. You think you see like everyone else but really you can't. It's kinda sad. There's probably &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of people out there who can't see but just don't know it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that true of us all spiritually? We think we see the world clearly and understand perfectly when Scripture clearly states:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For now we see obscurely in a mirror,&lt;br /&gt;but then it will be face to face.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know partly; then I will know fully,&lt;br /&gt;Just as God has fully known me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all need glasses, even if we think we have perfect spiritual vision. We all are "dumber than a post" even if we think we are "theological &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Eisteins&lt;/span&gt;." When will we understand that we just don't get it...none of us do. We are all fumbling and stumbling towards God. All of us. Only God can give us the vision to see Him clearly...but just wait until heaven...when we can clearly see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-1833604328323134068?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/1833604328323134068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/08/vision-to-see.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/1833604328323134068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/1833604328323134068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/08/vision-to-see.html' title='Vision to See'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/SpMTenSqQjI/AAAAAAAAAGI/gysj9fMOAsM/s72-c/IMG_0885.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-5014153176167944355</id><published>2009-08-24T10:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T00:52:05.096-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Lord is my Shepherd'/><title type='text'>He leads me beside still water</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/SpIqQ6EDjnI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ZSJ5_pSZ338/s1600-h/IMG_2832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373403775358963314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/SpIqQ6EDjnI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ZSJ5_pSZ338/s400/IMG_2832.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture is my entry in the Texas State Fair under the category of "Clouds." The title of the picture is "Clouds on Still Waters."  It reminds me of Psalms 23:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Adonai&lt;/span&gt; is my shepherd, I lack nothing.&lt;br /&gt;He has me lie down in grassy pastures,&lt;br /&gt;he leads me by quiets water,&lt;br /&gt;he restores my inner person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He guides me in right paths&lt;br /&gt;for the sake of His own name.&lt;br /&gt;Even if I pass through death dark ravines,&lt;br /&gt;I will fear no disaster, for you are with me;&lt;br /&gt;your rod and staff reassure me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prepare a table for me,&lt;br /&gt;even &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt; my enemies watch;&lt;br /&gt;you anoint my head with oil&lt;br /&gt;from an overflowing cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness and grace will pursue me&lt;br /&gt;every day of my life;&lt;br /&gt;and I will live in the house of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Adonai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for years and years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Complete Jewish Bible by David Stern&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-5014153176167944355?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/5014153176167944355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/08/he-leads-me-beside-still-water.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/5014153176167944355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/5014153176167944355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/08/he-leads-me-beside-still-water.html' title='He leads me beside still water'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/SpIqQ6EDjnI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ZSJ5_pSZ338/s72-c/IMG_2832.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-385152536665077708</id><published>2009-08-22T07:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T08:22:22.459-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thankfulness'/><title type='text'>Singing Spiritual Songs</title><content type='html'>Growing up, some of my fondest memories are of my mom singing as she worked.  She sang as she cooked, cleaned, hoed the garden, hung clothes on the clothesline and snapped green beans.  Sometimes I could recognize the tune but many times I could not.  They were always hymns from church or some "God-themed" song.   As I think about it, it brings a smile to my face.  Not because she had perfect pitch or was vocally trained...far from it.  It was because there was something inside her that she shared willingly with those around her.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hear the Word of the Lord in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Colossians&lt;/span&gt; 3.16 ... "Let the Word of the Messiah, in all its richness, live in you....as you sing psalms, hymns and spiritual songs with gratitude in your hearts." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put what God has placed in your heart to music and sing.  Don't have a vocally trained voice?  I doubt God cares.  Put it to use.  God has placed the words and music inside you because...get this...Jesus dwells inside you.  Sing the psalms.  Sing about Jesus.  Improvise the words and music and God will bless you in it.  Sing what you are grateful for and you will feel it.  Sing what Jesus has done for you and it will impact your heart like nothing else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did this the other day.  I was singing my thankful for my family and the blessings of my life and tears started coming to my eyes.  Before long, I was practically weeping and singing because of the gratitude I was feeling.  It was a spiritual moment, a time that God allowed me to feel it...more than just saying it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rotely&lt;/span&gt; in a prayer...it was real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So try it.  Ask God for the words and the tune then utter sing the first few words and notes.... then you can work on singing your prayers.   Be prepare to be blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-385152536665077708?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/385152536665077708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/08/singing-spiritual-songs.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/385152536665077708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/385152536665077708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/08/singing-spiritual-songs.html' title='Singing Spiritual Songs'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-935828114716167138</id><published>2009-08-20T00:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T01:00:51.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Married 21 Years Today</title><content type='html'>Twenty one years ago today, I was the happiest man alive.  Five months earlier, I had met a woman who had climbed 14,000 foot mountains, loved &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fly fishing&lt;/span&gt; and backpacking in Colorado, and smiled all the time. It was then I married a woman who was beautiful, smart, happy, and delightful.  Now 21 years later, I still am the happiest man alive and my wife is still beautiful, smart, happy and delightful.  We have three boys that make us proud and God blesses us each and everyday with joy, peace and wisdom.  We laugh together, worship God together, and share our lives together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope there's at least another 21 years together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-935828114716167138?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/935828114716167138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/08/married-21-years-today.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/935828114716167138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/935828114716167138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/08/married-21-years-today.html' title='Married 21 Years Today'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-4412440214280865801</id><published>2009-08-19T08:57:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T23:44:34.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Things to do in Dallas and Fort Worth</title><content type='html'>1. Catch whatever game is in season (Cowboys, Mavericks, Rangers, Stars, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Dallas, Cats, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Airhogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Dallas &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Diablos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; {Rugby}). You can also catch a high school football game, if you are here on a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; night. That will be as exciting as any pro or college game and you can see the stars before they become famous). Texas Motor Speedway is a Texas-sized venue for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NASCAR&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Eat out at one of the 20,000 restaurants (there are great places to eat everywhere). There are more places to eat per &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;capita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; than anywhere else in the US. I like Celebration (on Lovers Lane), Macaroni Grill (OK, OK its everywhere, but they have great food), Sonny Bryan's BBQ, The Mansion on Turtle Creek (bring your money and your appetite), Bob's Steak and Chop, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lowry's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;iFratelli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in Irving, Bruno's Italian in Valley Ranch, Mama's Daughter (Home &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cookin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'), Via Real in Irving, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Reata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Blue Mesa Grill in Ft. Worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Go to the Great State Fair of Texas and see Big Tex. Everyone in my family is entered in the photography contest...we'll see. But there is so much more to see and eat there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Catch a concert. Most of the big names come through Dallas, especially now that Cowboys Stadium is open (Six Flags Over Jerry). Man, that place is big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Go to church somewhere. Everything is big in Texas &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;including&lt;/span&gt; the churches. Try out First Baptist Dallas (Downtown Dallas), &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Prestonwood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Six Flags Over Jesus), Fellowship.Com, Northwest Bible, or the denomination of your choice....it's all here. I go to Farmer's Branch Church of Christ because it feels like family (and the preaching is pretty good, too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Go shopping. Whether it is clothes, furniture, cars, or a specialty shop...yep, we have it. I am particularly fond of the outlet shopping where you can get &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for just a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Dallas World Aquarium and The Science Place are great places to hang out with the kids. In Ft. Worth, go the the Fort Worth Museum of Science and History and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Omni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The Fort Worth and Dallas Zoo are great. And walking around on the Fort Worth Botanical Gardens is unbelievable (especially if you are a gardener).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Art is huge in Dallas. Check out the Dallas Museum of Art or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nasher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sculpture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Garden. In Fort Worth, try the Kimbell, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Amon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Carter, or Sid Richardson. You have got to see these. No visit to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DFW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is complete without seeing the art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Go to a show at the Bass or CasaManana (in Ft. Worth) or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Meyerson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or the new Dallas Opera House. Stunning. Spectacular. Unbelievable. WOW. Must see. Really. Catch a Summer Musical out at Fair Park (but still get dressed up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sundance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Square in Fort Worth is a great place to hang out in the evening as is Uptown in Dallas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I leave anything important out?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-4412440214280865801?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/4412440214280865801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/08/top-10-things-to-do-in-dfw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/4412440214280865801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/4412440214280865801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/08/top-10-things-to-do-in-dfw.html' title='Top 10 Things to do in Dallas and Fort Worth'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-120364230183878371</id><published>2009-08-18T00:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T22:15:30.024-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiritual Mentor</title><content type='html'>The American church lacks men and women who are willing to challenge others to grow and develop their spiritual gifts. Would you agree? I mean a mature, spirit-filled person who is willing to come beside a less mature person and teach them what they need to know about God's power, Jesus' love, dealing with the flesh and sin, teaching others how to discover and develop their Holy Spirit gifts, and take the time to answer the person's questions.  What is needed is someone who would give stretching homework and exercises that would bring out your spiritual potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have preachers who preach the Word but where is the one on one mentorship? We have Bible class teachers but who is going to take the time to personally teach the gift of prophesy? Or tongues? Or healing? Who is going to gently challenge and and help them develop spiritually? We have elders (or deacons) who shepherd the flock (put out fires) but do they guide others into a deeper understanding of the Word or take someone through the spiritual paces to develop passion and fire in their hearts for Jesus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who pushes you spiritually? If no one, would you be interested in someone who would help you develop your spiritual potential?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-120364230183878371?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/120364230183878371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/08/spiritual-mentor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/120364230183878371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/120364230183878371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/08/spiritual-mentor.html' title='Spiritual Mentor'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-5341083843097619352</id><published>2009-08-17T18:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T18:31:23.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He is My Rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/Sonl0SNs2UI/AAAAAAAAAE4/mKo9roV5l80/s1600-h/Chris%27+Pictures+308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371076717021288770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/Sonl0SNs2UI/AAAAAAAAAE4/mKo9roV5l80/s320/Chris%27+Pictures+308.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Lord is my Rock and my Fortress.   The Lord is the one constant that can be trusted in troubled times.  Economies will come and go but He remains the same.   He will answer when I call for help and will be Comfort me when my fears arise.  He will calm the storms.  He will open up the sea when everything seems hopeless.  He is Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-5341083843097619352?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/5341083843097619352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/08/he-is-my-rock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/5341083843097619352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/5341083843097619352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/08/he-is-my-rock.html' title='He is My Rock'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/Sonl0SNs2UI/AAAAAAAAAE4/mKo9roV5l80/s72-c/Chris%27+Pictures+308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-7951645460618389227</id><published>2009-08-16T15:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T15:46:26.109-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GI Joe</title><content type='html'>My 12 (soon to turn 13) year old son wanted to see GI Joe: The Rise of Cobra for his birthday next week so we saw it last night. What a surprisingly good movie. Great special effects, good plot line, good movie, lots of implied violence, only a minimal amount of foul language, very little skin or sex...and it was still a really good movie. Both my sons (16 and 12) thought is was the best movie EVER and want to see it again.  Even my wife liked it and that is saying alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is a good illustration of of good vs. evil, right vs. wrong and even though the bad guy wears white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a teenage son or liked GI Joe as a kid....you'll like this movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-7951645460618389227?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/7951645460618389227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/08/gi-joe.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/7951645460618389227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/7951645460618389227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/08/gi-joe.html' title='GI Joe'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-7005586836557802011</id><published>2009-08-15T06:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T13:03:39.198-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><title type='text'>Praying to Find my Car Keys</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I couldn't find my car keys to save my life. Four of us were looking for them to no avail. I knew I had brought them home (because my truck was in the driveway) but I couldn't remember where I laid them down (I have ADHD to thank for that). Usually it's my wife's fault when I lose things because she staightens up and tidies after I blow through the house and she hides them (actually she puts them where they belong, but still....). But my wife was at work and couldn't be the fall guy (gal) for this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after 45 minutes of looking and not finding them, I prayed about it. I sincerely asked God to help me. So about 3 hours later (when I had given up looking) I found them...on my messy bathroom vanity (which my wife has refused to even think about cleaning because it is...uh...disorganized).   So in a way, it is her fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So God comes through again, finding something lost in my family. It is humbling. He answers prayer. God is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-7005586836557802011?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/7005586836557802011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/08/praying-to-find-my-car-keys.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/7005586836557802011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/7005586836557802011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/08/praying-to-find-my-car-keys.html' title='Praying to Find my Car Keys'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-8830854810590703251</id><published>2009-08-14T01:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T22:30:29.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Dollars Worth of God</title><content type='html'>I would like to buy $3 worth of God, please.&lt;br /&gt;Not enough to explode my soul or disturb my sleep,&lt;br /&gt;but just enough to equal a cup of warm milk&lt;br /&gt;or a snooze in the sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want enough of God to make me love a black man&lt;br /&gt;or pick beets with a migrant.&lt;br /&gt;I want ecstasy, not transformation.&lt;br /&gt;I want warmth of the womb, not a new birth.&lt;br /&gt;I want a pound of the Eternal in a paper sack.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to buy $3 worth of God, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Wilbur Rees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this poem this morning and it blew me away. As I read it, it confronted how I think many in the church view God. Give me the family but not the sacrifice. Give me a place to belong but not so much that I lose myself. Give me enough to sing songs but not so much that I lose myself in the Spirit. Just enough to speak to my fellow Christians in my denomination but not so much that I have to speak to strangers about Jesus or speak in tongues. Help me give enough of my money so I feel good about it but not so much that the church can do something innovative and daring. I want enough so I can sit in an interesting and "well-thought-out Bible class" but not so much that I have to teach that "well-thought-out Bible class."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I want more of Jesus. What would $100, $1000, or $100,000 buy? What would I get if I gave my life to Him? How much of Jesus do you want?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-8830854810590703251?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/8830854810590703251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/08/three-dollars-worth-of-god.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/8830854810590703251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/8830854810590703251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/08/three-dollars-worth-of-god.html' title='Three Dollars Worth of God'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-3958052457588879521</id><published>2009-08-13T00:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T13:03:28.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 40 Things to do in Colorado</title><content type='html'>Here is my list of the top 40 things you can do in Colorado (I tried to keep to 30 but there is just too much to do):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Drive to the top of Pikes Peak.&lt;br /&gt;2. Ride the Sky Ride at Royal Gorge&lt;br /&gt;3. Climb Mt. Elbert&lt;br /&gt;4. Eat fruit in Paonia&lt;br /&gt;5. Stand on the North Rim of the Black Canyon&lt;br /&gt;6. Ski Crested Butte, Powderhorn or Telluride&lt;br /&gt;7. Walk into Billings Tunnel (abandoned gold mine outside Salida)&lt;br /&gt;8. Float the Colorado or Arkansas River&lt;br /&gt;9. Drive through Glenwood Canyon&lt;br /&gt;10. Drive through the aspen groves of Kebler Pass (stop at Lost Lake)&lt;br /&gt;11. Visit the Great Sand Dunes National Monument outside Alamosa&lt;br /&gt;12. Fly fish&lt;br /&gt;13. Eat dinner in one of the many restaurants in Crested Butte&lt;br /&gt;14. Go window shopping in Aspen&lt;br /&gt;15. Climb any of the 54 14,000+ mountains&lt;br /&gt;16. Go fourwheeling at St. Elmo or Salida&lt;br /&gt;17. Cherry Days 4th of July Parade in Paonia&lt;br /&gt;18. Take a Jeep Ride in Ouray&lt;br /&gt;19. Stay and Swim at Waunita Hot Springs or Pagosa Hot Springs&lt;br /&gt;20. See the landslide on Slumgullion Pass&lt;br /&gt;21. See the wildflowers above Lake Irwin and Gothic, near Crested Butte&lt;br /&gt;22. Hike up to Devil's Punch Bowl, outside Marble&lt;br /&gt;23. Eat at the Redstone Inn in Redstone&lt;br /&gt;24. Drive across Grand Mesa (and stop for a while at Land's End)&lt;br /&gt;25. Spend a couple of days at Rocky Mountain National Monument&lt;br /&gt;26. Take a tour of the Focus on the Family National Headquaters in Colorado Springs&lt;br /&gt;27. Go see American Basin outside Ouray&lt;br /&gt;28. See the ruins at Mesa Verde&lt;br /&gt;29. Stand in four states at the same time at Four Courners&lt;br /&gt;30. Drive to the top of Mt. Evans (the highest road in America)&lt;br /&gt;31. Drive the loop at Garden of Gods in Colorado Springs&lt;br /&gt;32. Stay at the Broadmoor in Colorado Springs&lt;br /&gt;33. Go across McClure Pass from Carbondale to Paonia&lt;br /&gt;34. Drive carefully across Independence Pass from Twin Lakes to Aspen&lt;br /&gt;35. Attend a county fair in any county of your choice&lt;br /&gt;36. Ride the narrow gauge train from Durango to Silverton&lt;br /&gt;37. Drive on the Million Dollar Highway between Silverton and Ouray&lt;br /&gt;38. Eat lunch in downtown Salida (Amica's is good) then stand on the bridge and watch the Arkansas River roll by&lt;br /&gt;39. See the huge monuments at the Colorado National Monument close to Grand Junction&lt;br /&gt;40. Find the closest ghost town and visit the rich heritage of Colorado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-3958052457588879521?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/3958052457588879521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/08/top-35-things-to-do-in-colorado.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/3958052457588879521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/3958052457588879521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/08/top-35-things-to-do-in-colorado.html' title='Top 40 Things to do in Colorado'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-4222384100274876893</id><published>2009-08-12T01:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T01:27:25.271-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiritual Hunger</title><content type='html'>Which would you rather have: 1) To be able to know the richness and fullness in a relationship with God for five years then lose it and hunger for it for the rest of your life or, 2) Never have a rich relationship with God at all and never have a hunger for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it. Which would you choose, if you had to choose one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-4222384100274876893?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/4222384100274876893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/08/spiritual-hunger.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/4222384100274876893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/4222384100274876893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/08/spiritual-hunger.html' title='Spiritual Hunger'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-4423237105693405874</id><published>2009-08-11T01:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T01:20:12.760-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Repent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blame'/><title type='text'>Why Do I Sin?</title><content type='html'>Why do I choose not to follow God? Why do I sin? Paul the Apostle said, "I do the things I don't want to do. The things I know I should do I don't do and I do the thing I shouldn't do." But why? I think part of the answer lies in our rationalizing sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always a good reason to not follow God. Because sex feels good. Because having a lot of stuff makes me better than others. Because lying keeps me out of trouble. Because gossip gives me power. Because disrespecting others lets me vent &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;frustration&lt;/span&gt;. Because jealousy calms my fears of losing what I have. Because stealing takes things from those who have too much (and they probably came by it dishonestly). Because lust means I can dwell on what I can't have. Because pride lets me feel better about myself and protects me from being vulnerable. Because drinking alcohol and doing drugs makes me feel euphoric. Because the leader of our country doesn't deserve respect. Because overeating makes us feels full and complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we justify our sin and rationalize good reasons for what we do. We want to blame others for our actions, as if that makes it OK. Ultimately, sin puts us in the drivers seat. But when we get caught, we want to blame it others. It certainly can't be my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always an excuse for why we sinned. She tempted me. Because they made me feel bad about myself. They made me mad. Because she might be unfaithful. Because they have too much stuff and they flaunt it. Because no one else will look out for me. I was born that way. Because my friends were doing it. Because elected leaders are criminals. Because my mother taught me unhealthy eating habits. Because he hit me first (how many times did I say that as a kid, and how many times my sons use that one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we have to take responsibility for our sin before we can turn it over to God. I have to say. "It's me," "It's my problem," "It's my actions" so I can repent and turn it over to God. I have to acknowledge my sin so God can deal with it. I have to confess it. I have to ask for forgiveness. I have to turn back to God and acknowledge that His ways are right and true.&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/4279010084117300155-4423237105693405874?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/4423237105693405874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-do-i-sin.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/4423237105693405874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/4423237105693405874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-do-i-sin.html' title='Why Do I Sin?'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-5304569494958168922</id><published>2009-08-10T12:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T12:24:40.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of Colorado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/SoBU1uAXCjI/AAAAAAAAAEg/hBJT2_pm6io/s1600-h/Chris%27+Pictures+111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368384037684972082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/SoBU1uAXCjI/AAAAAAAAAEg/hBJT2_pm6io/s320/Chris%27+Pictures+111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some shots of Colorado. This picture is taken in Dark Canyon on Anthracite Creek. We hiked what felt like 100 miles...it was only 8 or so but when one is not acclimated to the altitude, it is a little tougher. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/SoBWMTdwlJI/AAAAAAAAAEo/1Ho_X4x48YY/s1600-h/Chris%27+Pictures+294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368385525209142418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/SoBWMTdwlJI/AAAAAAAAAEo/1Ho_X4x48YY/s320/Chris%27+Pictures+294.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking up into the aspen trees on Kebler pass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/SoBTDfYWmMI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/JbxmZMqb46Y/s1600-h/Chris%27+Pictures+286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 178px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368382075253987522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/SoBTDfYWmMI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/JbxmZMqb46Y/s320/Chris%27+Pictures+286.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aspens on Kebler Pass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/SoBT5l8MCUI/AAAAAAAAAEY/rXF-Vs091Zk/s1600-h/Chris%27+Pictures+345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368383004727839042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/SoBT5l8MCUI/AAAAAAAAAEY/rXF-Vs091Zk/s320/Chris%27+Pictures+345.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waterfall below Billings Tunnel outside Salida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/SoBTDfYWmMI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/JbxmZMqb46Y/s1600-h/Chris%27+Pictures+286.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/SoBTDfYWmMI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/JbxmZMqb46Y/s1600-h/Chris%27+Pictures+286.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are just four of 500 I took. They make me wonder why I live in Texas. What one will do for the love of a woman.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-5304569494958168922?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/5304569494958168922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/08/pictures-of-colorado.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/5304569494958168922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/5304569494958168922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/08/pictures-of-colorado.html' title='Pictures of Colorado'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFM3CXp3M6k/SoBU1uAXCjI/AAAAAAAAAEg/hBJT2_pm6io/s72-c/Chris%27+Pictures+111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-2736102449669065691</id><published>2009-08-09T07:42:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T10:26:28.612-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><title type='text'>Is God Interested in the Small Stuff?</title><content type='html'>We went &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;four wheeling&lt;/span&gt; in the mountains around &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Salida, CO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on Friday for six hours. WOW! We went through thick aspen and Colorado Blue Spruce groves, clear streams, ghost towns and high &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mountain&lt;/span&gt; passes for a dusty, fun-filled day....that is until we got back to the cabin and my son declared, "Oh no, I can't find my wallet." His wallet contains his learners permit and about $350, money he earned by teaching swimming lessons all summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for about an hour we looked in our SUV, around the cabin and in his wad of disorganized clothes (he doesn't believe in folding clothes before putting them in his suitcase). He grew more and more frustrated, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surly&lt;/span&gt; and generally unlikable; I get the same way when I lose important things, so I understand. I reminded him that my wife and I had asked him to put at least half his money in my wife's purse for safe keeping (always helpful to hear "Not only did you lose your wallet, but you are are also irresponsible"....I'm losing 'dad points' here, I know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called the ATV rental place (All Seasons Adventures in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Salida&lt;/span&gt;, CO&lt;/span&gt;) and asked them to look on the ATVs we rented and call me back. Nothing. My son was afraid he had dropped it on the 50 or so miles of ATV trails and was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;thoroughly&lt;/span&gt; being cynical concerning the goodness of anyone who found it. So finally I suggested to him to pray for his wallet's safe return (OK, it wasn't a "suggestion" it was more of a edit). He &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grumbled&lt;/span&gt; about that so I took away his cell phone until he sincerely prayed out loud for God to help him. (OK, OK, so probably not the best motivation for prayer at the time but you didn't see the eye rolling that I got). But, surprise, surprise, he prayed a really cool prayer for God to help him find his wallet (and got his phone back).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we headed back to Texas with a grumpy teenager, trusting that God was going to help answer this prayer. So four hours later, we were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;driving&lt;/span&gt; through Clayton, NM when my cell phone rang. It was the ATV rental place....they had found his wallet with all the money in it. I told my son the news and he whooped like a crazy man and had a smile from ear to ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home at last from Colorado. Even though it was 45 degrees when we left Colorado and was 86 degrees when we pulled into Irving at 2 am last night....God is cool. What an awesome God we serve, that he would care enough to answer a 16 year &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;old's&lt;/span&gt; prayer for a wallet to be found. And by the way, if you are ever in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Salida&lt;/span&gt;, CO and want to go ATV-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;, call All Season Adventures. They are really nice (and honest) folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-2736102449669065691?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/2736102449669065691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/08/praying-for-wallets-and-other.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/2736102449669065691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/2736102449669065691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/08/praying-for-wallets-and-other.html' title='Is God Interested in the Small Stuff?'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-409827712468176762</id><published>2009-08-03T08:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T08:45:18.938-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WWOOF (er)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WWOOF&lt;/span&gt; (er). n. Willing Worker On an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Organic&lt;/span&gt; Farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, there came a knock on the door at my mom and dad's farm in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Paonia&lt;/span&gt;, Colorado. It was Jim. Jim is a college student (UT Austin) who wants to learn how to do organic farming from the best (my dad). He found my parent's farm in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WWOOF&lt;/span&gt; (er) Catalog of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Organic&lt;/span&gt; Farms and just showed up, introduced himself and is ready to work. He pitched his tent beside the farm house and constantly asks what he can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he shows up, works for free for a week or so, then moves on to the next farm. Last night he ate dinner then cleaned off the table and did dishes. This morning, he is tying up raspberry canes, picking peaches, weeding the orchard (which always needs to be done), and basically learning the trade. He is bright, happy and seems to be a great worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is a new one: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WWintCh&lt;/span&gt;. n. Willing Worker in the Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are small churches everywhere in the world that need help. They need help with ministry, church repair, maintenance, youth, helping those in need, and encouragement. They need people to show up and say, "What can I do?" Then jump in a start helping. Churches of every denomination need help. They need someone who will "do the dishes" in humble &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;servanthood&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing to help the church, not just your church? Are you a willing worker? Are you willing to show up and work? The church &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;desperately&lt;/span&gt; needs you. If your church doesn't need you, find one that does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-409827712468176762?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/409827712468176762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/08/wwoof-er.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/409827712468176762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/409827712468176762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/08/wwoof-er.html' title='WWOOF (er)'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-5880778681009679628</id><published>2009-08-01T08:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T09:29:35.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection</title><content type='html'>I bought a mirror last night, a wedding present for my niece and her husband. It is a big &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;honkin&lt;/span&gt;' thing, which I hope they can use somewhere in their house to bring light. Mirrors are interesting because they can only reflect light, not create it. Mirrors in the dark reflect nothing but...well, dark. But hang it where light hits it and makes the space look lighter, brighter and better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aubrey and Tyler, my prayer for you is that you will reflect the love of Jesus to one another. God wants to minister to the other using you, and He can only do that if you are willing to do God's work in the other's life. You can not "fix" each other nor can you fulfill each other; only Jesus, through you, can do that. I hope your connection with each other is secondary only to your connection with the Father. If you can do that, God will fill you with an extraordinary love. If you can do that, God will work miracles in your lives. Then, everyone else will be able to see the reflection of Jesus in your lives. Blessings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-5880778681009679628?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/5880778681009679628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/08/reflection.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/5880778681009679628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/5880778681009679628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/08/reflection.html' title='Reflection'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-5376967510391605684</id><published>2009-08-01T01:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T01:18:00.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Colorado, Here I Come</title><content type='html'>I will be spending the next week in the mountains of Colorado. My niece is getting married in Colorado Springs so my family and I will be driving up that way. I will be back in a week or so. If you know how to post a picture, leave a comment and I will post some pictures when I get back. I am a self proclaimed techno-tard and need help with all things computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-5376967510391605684?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/5376967510391605684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/07/colorado-here-i-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/5376967510391605684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/5376967510391605684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/07/colorado-here-i-come.html' title='Colorado, Here I Come'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-8928988720025447329</id><published>2009-07-30T01:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T01:17:23.960-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><title type='text'>Good ol' Fashion Prayer Meetin'</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been a part of a church or group whose sole purpose was to pray together?  You know, a group of folks meeting weekly to spend an hour or two praying globally, nationally, locally and personally.  It is very powerful and moving.  Prayer is a vital connection to God, tapping into His love, power and blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't have a prayer group, start one.  Invite other Christians over to pray.  Be sure to have some folks outside your denomination and just for fun, throw in a Charismatic or two, just to keep it lively. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is some exercises for prayer &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;meetin&lt;/span&gt;' fun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Draw names out of a hat to pray for, each individual praying 5 minutes for that person.&lt;br /&gt;2. Spend the entire time praying for one person (like the president, your pastor, someone sick, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;3.  Lay hands on someone and pray over them.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Divide up in smaller groups of 3 or 4 and pray for each person's concerns specifically.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Invite someone in to pray over them...like a sick person, discouraged or a pastor.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Write down prayers and give them to the person for whom you were praying.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Sing your prayers as a group.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Pray the Scripture together.&lt;br /&gt;9.  Pray while praise and worship music is going on in the back ground.&lt;br /&gt;10. Pray the Scriptures together.&lt;br /&gt;11.  Pray the prayer of agreement together.&lt;br /&gt;12.  Pray where everyone is praying out loud at the same time (prayer concert).&lt;br /&gt;13. Pray over the phone together during the week.&lt;br /&gt;14.  Take a weekend once a year and pray and fast the entire weekend (48 hours straight).&lt;br /&gt;15.  Fast for a day or two before the prayer meeting...have a meal after the meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get creative.  Just create a weekly time to meet with other Christians for the sole purpose of prayer.  Do it as an alternative to Bible class or small group meeting.  Try it, God will like it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-8928988720025447329?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/8928988720025447329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-ol-fashion-prayer-meetin.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/8928988720025447329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/8928988720025447329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-ol-fashion-prayer-meetin.html' title='Good ol&apos; Fashion Prayer Meetin&apos;'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-4239384501232536934</id><published>2009-07-29T01:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T07:32:57.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hired Guns</title><content type='html'>I watched an old western today. The wealthy rancher hired three gunmen to run the smaller ranchers out of town so he could steal their land away from them. Of course, the rancher didn't foresee all the smaller ranchers banding together and running the hired guns (and the wealthy rancher) out of town in disgrace....the theme of 80% of all westerns. Classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think it is time to run our hired guns out of town. You know, the ones we hired to do all evangelism and ministry work for us. Its not that they aren't good at their jobs, its that we have dropped the ball and have stopped being productive workers. We outsourced our hospital visitation, missionary work, and preaching. We have left all that to the professionals so we could get on with bigger and better things (like working too much and buying stuff). But its time to take it back so we (as laity) can begin to grow spiritually again. Listening to sermons doesn't cause us to grow, but preaching it ourselves does. Listening to a great spiritual musical production doesn't cause us to grow as much as doing it ourselves. It's time to take back prayer, ministry and all the other dirty work of the church.  Ok, maybe not literally run them outta town, but we need to take a look at what they can (should) do for us and what we can (should) do for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; was as successful at growth as the American Protestant church is, they would have never made it out of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bentonville&lt;/span&gt; (and we wouldn't have to stand in lines to buy cheap Chinese products, but that is a whole different post). &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; would have gone bankrupt if it were as "successful" as our churches. No expansion, no profits and no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;SUPER CENTERS&lt;/span&gt;. If the Dallas Cowboys were only as successful as our churches, there would've been no "early &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nineties&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;three peat&lt;/span&gt;" no SUPER &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Stadium&lt;/span&gt; in Arlington, no Jerry Jones (OK, so that wouldn't be all bad). But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; become personally responsible for the gospel God placed in my heart. I, as untrained para-professional, need to talk up Jesus, do the right thing, heal the sick and pray for the broken-hearted. I need to take the initiative for my own salvation. I need to run the hired guns out of town and do the dirty work myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-4239384501232536934?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/4239384501232536934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/07/hired-guns.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/4239384501232536934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/4239384501232536934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/07/hired-guns.html' title='Hired Guns'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279010084117300155.post-39606833879920193</id><published>2009-07-28T15:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:10:21.259-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a So-So Christian</title><content type='html'>Truth without enthusiasm, morality without emotion, ritual without soul, are things Christ unsparingly condemned. Destitute of fire, they are nothing more than a godless philosophy, an ethical system, and a superstition. - S. Chadwick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many Christians, if the Spirit of God left church, no one would know the difference.&lt;br /&gt;- Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about these two statements?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279010084117300155-39606833879920193?l=experiencethefire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/feeds/39606833879920193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/07/being-so-so-christians.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/39606833879920193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279010084117300155/posts/default/39606833879920193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://experiencethefire.blogspot.com/2009/07/being-so-so-christians.html' title='Being a So-So Christian'/><author><name>Dusty Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038006740293111352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
