<?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-5620972778806081963</id><updated>2012-02-04T20:51:30.050-05:00</updated><category term='Moravians'/><category term='disciplines'/><category term='healing'/><category term='reading'/><category term='reflection'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='Rwandan coffee'/><category term='Adoption'/><category term='A Different Approach'/><category term='faith'/><category term='Great Commandment'/><category term='genealogy'/><category term='Adult Mission Trip'/><category term='radical living'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Community'/><category term='Uganda'/><category term='Church'/><category term='Mission'/><category term='food'/><category term='Bible'/><category term='International Mission Trip'/><category term='family'/><category term='David Bailey'/><category term='devotion'/><category term='Crossroads'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='suffering'/><category term='parade'/><category term='Governor'/><category term='serving'/><category term='answered prayer'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Crossroads Pastor's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Changing from the inside out.
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&lt;a href="http://www.crossroadsnc.com"&gt;www.crossroadsnc.com&lt;/a&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>249</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-5732698976051566470</id><published>2012-02-04T20:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T20:51:30.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Processing on Prayer</title><content type='html'>Peter Lord challenged us today on our prayer lives.&amp;nbsp; We can ask God real simple questions and expect to get answers.&amp;nbsp; He gave us a list of questions to ask God, and gave us some time to pray.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can ask God to help us understand a problem, to give us insight into our own hearts, to help us recognize when we do things that please him.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that shuts down our communication with God is failing to respond when God prompts our hearts.&amp;nbsp; He may urge us to affirm someone or listen to someone, give something, say something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In prayer, God helps us to see things from his perspective.&amp;nbsp; That is, God helps us see the truth.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be more intentional about my prayer life, especially giving God time and space to speak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-5732698976051566470?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/5732698976051566470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/5732698976051566470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2012/02/processing-on-prayer.html' title='Processing on Prayer'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-4305117670428069419</id><published>2012-02-03T21:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T21:40:33.445-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to Listen</title><content type='html'>Tonight Peter Lord shared with us that prayer has six elements:&lt;br /&gt;Praise&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;Confession&lt;br /&gt;Praying for others&lt;br /&gt;Praying for ourselves&lt;br /&gt;and LISTENING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we think that prayer is only us talking to God, then we are missing half of the impact of prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, teach me how to pray, and show me how to listen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-4305117670428069419?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/4305117670428069419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/4305117670428069419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2012/02/learning-to-listen.html' title='Learning to Listen'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-149638546745984437</id><published>2012-02-02T22:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T22:10:55.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Expecting God to Show Up</title><content type='html'>This Friday we will begin a three-day workshop with Peter Lord on Hearing God's Voice.&amp;nbsp; I met Peter this afternoon, and I'm looking forward to his sharing with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a most humble man, always pointing back to Jesus.&amp;nbsp; I was impressed with his transparency, as he reflects over his life of ministry.&amp;nbsp; At age 82, he has a lot of perspective to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the God's message to the&amp;nbsp;church today?&amp;nbsp; "My house must be a house of prayer," God says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, please pour out your Spirit upon us this weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-149638546745984437?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/149638546745984437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/149638546745984437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2012/02/expecting-god-to-show-up.html' title='Expecting God to Show Up'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-9041363107356400485</id><published>2012-02-01T10:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T10:20:21.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vision and Blessing</title><content type='html'>Reading about Abraham this morning, I noticed that God revealed himself to the prophet on many different occasions.&amp;nbsp; Every time he appeared to Abraham, God revealed more about his vision for Abraham's life.&amp;nbsp; It took decades for everything to unfold.&amp;nbsp; Abraham took plenty of foolish and wrong turns on the path.&amp;nbsp; And still, God used him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early on, God had promised that through Abraham, all the peoples of the world would be blessed.&amp;nbsp; Years later, God puts him to the test.&amp;nbsp; God calls Abraham to sacrifice his son, his only son, whom he loves.&amp;nbsp; The prophet obediently takes his son to the mountain for the sacrifice.&amp;nbsp; But as his knife is raised to take his son's life, Abraham hears the angel's voice, telling him not to kill his son after all.&amp;nbsp; His obedience to God's vision is the pathway for God's blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God tells him, &lt;em&gt;"Because you have done this and have not withheld your son, your only son, I will surely bless you and make your descendants as numerous as the stars in the sky and as the sand on the seashore.&amp;nbsp; Your descendants will take possession of the cities of their enemies, and through your offspring all the nations on earth will be blessed, because you have obeyed me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we don't get the whole picture, we can obey God as he leads us in life, step by step.&amp;nbsp; It is through our obedience that blessing comes.&amp;nbsp; And he can bless countless others, when we obey him.&amp;nbsp; His blessings have a purpose, and who knows how many people can be blessed when we obey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to find out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-9041363107356400485?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/9041363107356400485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/9041363107356400485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2012/02/vision-and-blessing.html' title='Vision and Blessing'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-8572598196948197477</id><published>2011-12-28T11:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T11:58:16.952-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Promised Land for the New Year</title><content type='html'>After the Exodus, God sent his people Israel into Canaan, the Promised Land, and he promised that he would help them take the land.&amp;nbsp; He prepared them for battle, warning them what lay ahead, and sometimes giving them specific military strategy.&amp;nbsp; He also prepared the way for them naturally, by sending hornets ahead of the Israelites, causing the Canaanites to flee the land.&amp;nbsp; God promised to drive the Canaanites&amp;nbsp;out gradually, so that Israel could take over the land gradually and not be overwhelmed.&amp;nbsp; (Deuteronomy 7:20-25)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UZO4Dtj2DWA/TvtI0GQhl1I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/XrLZS0QFhXQ/s1600/DSC04981.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UZO4Dtj2DWA/TvtI0GQhl1I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/XrLZS0QFhXQ/s320/DSC04981.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our souls are like the Promised Land.&amp;nbsp; We are all messed up in one way or another; our past is full of mistakes and rebellion; our thinking is distorted and not based on reality.&amp;nbsp; The enemy of our souls&amp;nbsp;occupies territory in our souls, and&amp;nbsp;refuses to yield ground.&amp;nbsp; He holds this territory with lies and deception.&amp;nbsp; When we agree with those lies, the territory remains under enemy control.&amp;nbsp; The Bible calls these areas "strongholds" (2 Corinthians 10:4).&amp;nbsp; The Canaanites controlled the land which God had given to Israel.&amp;nbsp; So Satan controls parts of our souls, all of which rightly belong to Christ.&amp;nbsp; Whenever we let fear or guilt or anger dominate our thoughts and distort our perception of reality, we can see the influence of the enemy.&amp;nbsp; To one degree or another, we all struggle with this influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that God is delivering us.&amp;nbsp; He gradually opens up territory of our souls so that we can be free.&amp;nbsp; God uses circumstances and&amp;nbsp;the natural&amp;nbsp;maturing&amp;nbsp;of life as he used&amp;nbsp;the hornets in Canaan:&amp;nbsp; he opens our minds gradually to see the world from a grown-up, spiritual&amp;nbsp;point of view.&amp;nbsp; He doesn't show us everything at once, but over time he reveals the truth to us and exposes the lies of the enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the truth is revealed and the lies exposed, we often have to do battle to claim that new territory.&amp;nbsp; It doesn't come easily, even with God's help.&amp;nbsp; We have to work for it.&amp;nbsp; We have to stand on God's word as truth, in spite of what circumstances or the world may say.&amp;nbsp; We have to choose to live in faith.&amp;nbsp; We must intentionally reject our old ways of thinking, even though they are so familiar and comfortable.&amp;nbsp; We have to remind ourselves that we are tired of living under the devil's deception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I marvel at how gently God reveals my wrong patterns of thinking.&amp;nbsp; I also marvel at my old mental ruts.&amp;nbsp; My old habits of thought continually lead me back into stinking thinking.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in Christ, full of the Holy Spirit is the Promised Land.&amp;nbsp; It is where God wants me to dwell.&amp;nbsp; Every day Jesus is claiming new territory in my soul, and I have to fight to take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, Jesus won the battle on cross.&amp;nbsp; He took the territory.&amp;nbsp; He won the victory.&amp;nbsp; I just have to believe it and trust him.&amp;nbsp; That changes the way I live.&amp;nbsp; That's how God changes the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The New Year is a great time for a new beginning, choosing to live in the Promised Land!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-8572598196948197477?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/8572598196948197477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/8572598196948197477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2011/12/promised-land-for-new-year.html' title='The Promised Land for the New Year'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UZO4Dtj2DWA/TvtI0GQhl1I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/XrLZS0QFhXQ/s72-c/DSC04981.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-3510214071583760904</id><published>2011-12-22T16:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T16:29:34.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Reflections</title><content type='html'>Christmas calls us back to the years gone by. We can feel the cold, smell the cinnamon, and hear the old favorite Christmas songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gp4HAfme1Ok/TvOg5bgGPsI/AAAAAAAAAuE/YNtzh6vjcHs/s1600/DSC_0020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gp4HAfme1Ok/TvOg5bgGPsI/AAAAAAAAAuE/YNtzh6vjcHs/s400/DSC_0020.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One of my favorite Christmas presents from childhood was an electric train. I remember asking Santa for the train, and he delivered. It had a horn, a light-up crossing sign and an automatic uncoupler feature. You could even make smoke come out of the smokestack. I still have that Lionel train, and it still works. Some of the pieces are missing, but I still enjoy setting it up. It seems like Christmas is the perfect time to pull it out. The sounds remind me of childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remember getting Major Matt Mason, an action figure who came out before they knew what to call dolls for boys. He was the brave astronaut who ventured into the void of outer space, doing daring things that I can’t remember. This was just a year or two before Neil Armstrong and company actually landed on the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my neighborhood we had a tradition of lining the streets with luminarias, brown paper bags with a little sand in the bottom and a votive candle. All the neighbors would light the candles every night for a few nights before Christmas. The neighborhood glowed with ribbons of light winding through the hills and trees. Neighbors agreed to keep their lights off, allowing the bags to light the night. People came from all around to drive slowly, without headlights, experiencing the glow of neighbors celebrating together. We strolled the streets with friends and time stood still. &lt;br /&gt;Jesus was touching my heart, and I didn’t even know it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-3510214071583760904?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/3510214071583760904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/3510214071583760904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-reflections.html' title='Christmas Reflections'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gp4HAfme1Ok/TvOg5bgGPsI/AAAAAAAAAuE/YNtzh6vjcHs/s72-c/DSC_0020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-5099327393420129373</id><published>2011-12-06T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T14:54:18.517-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msYOmVHiy38/Tt5ysQIeI9I/AAAAAAAAAt4/MCtoh94FCNI/s1600/DSC_0049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="133" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msYOmVHiy38/Tt5ysQIeI9I/AAAAAAAAAt4/MCtoh94FCNI/s200/DSC_0049.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes that is a throw-away word.&amp;nbsp; Boring.&amp;nbsp; It can mean a general negative feeling toward something or someone.&amp;nbsp; Math is boring.&amp;nbsp; No it isn't, unless you are just mindlessly crunching numbers.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Students may say that math is boring, but usually they mean that&amp;nbsp;they don't get it&amp;nbsp;and they are tired of working on it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Sometimes people say that the Christian life is boring.&amp;nbsp; What does that mean?&amp;nbsp; I think it means that they believe the&amp;nbsp;Christian life is safe and predictable.&amp;nbsp; It is not challenging.&amp;nbsp; It means going to the right places, reading the right books, watching the right TV shows, praying the right prayers.&amp;nbsp; It means staying out of trouble and being nice.&amp;nbsp; It means fitting into a mold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Jesus certainly did not fit into a mold.&amp;nbsp; As I look at the life of Jesus, I don't see anything boring about it.&amp;nbsp; He was always on the move, but never in a hurry.&amp;nbsp; He was constantly following the Father's lead.&amp;nbsp; He was speaking the truth in love, and with a great deal of confrontation.&amp;nbsp; He was not afraid to call out hypocrisy or any other sin.&amp;nbsp; Jesus surprised people with his answers and his questions.&amp;nbsp; He called people to follow him and loved&amp;nbsp;the unlovable.&amp;nbsp; He went willingly into the city where people were conspiring to kill him.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I believe the Christian life should be lived on the edge.&amp;nbsp; It should be on the cutting edge of the work God is doing.&amp;nbsp; It should be daring.&amp;nbsp; It should never become routine.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;God wants more for us.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;If we are living by faith, we will constantly need for God to show up.&amp;nbsp; We will face hardship and failure.&amp;nbsp; We will be challenged to face our fears, to face the truth about ourselves.&amp;nbsp; We will confront evil and be persecuted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That's not boring.&amp;nbsp; And unfortunately&amp;nbsp;it's not what my Christian life looks like.&amp;nbsp; Yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-5099327393420129373?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/5099327393420129373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/5099327393420129373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2011/12/boring.html' title='Boring?'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msYOmVHiy38/Tt5ysQIeI9I/AAAAAAAAAt4/MCtoh94FCNI/s72-c/DSC_0049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-8678708100450369315</id><published>2011-11-30T16:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T16:33:02.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Stokesdale</title><content type='html'>Rarely does a week go by that I don't consciously thank God&amp;nbsp;for Stokesdale.&amp;nbsp; It's a treat just to live here.&lt;br /&gt;Every time I go into the Bi-Rite grocery store, I see someone I know.&amp;nbsp; The people who work there are personal friends, and invariably I find other customers to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TsXnfkSBzOo/TtagQCk1v9I/AAAAAAAAAtw/X7vBAkzrXQo/s1600/DSC07380.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TsXnfkSBzOo/TtagQCk1v9I/AAAAAAAAAtw/X7vBAkzrXQo/s320/DSC07380.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mail gets delivered to me, even with an old address.&amp;nbsp; The people at the post office know me and where I live, and where I used to live.&amp;nbsp; Even the Fed Ex and UPS delivery people know where to find me.&amp;nbsp; Yeah, they know that the church has moved to another address, and they know they can deliver stuff to my house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the post office, no one ever has to wait in line.&amp;nbsp; If there is a line, I probably recognize some of the people in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People care about one another.&amp;nbsp; When a family has a hard time,&amp;nbsp;the community is&amp;nbsp;there to help out.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Parker's, they know what beverage I have with my breakfast.&amp;nbsp; At Southern Hardware,&amp;nbsp;I know the owner, and he remembers what kind of chainsaw I have.&amp;nbsp; At Snatchers, they repair my car honestly, stand by their work,&amp;nbsp;and help me find a good deal on tires.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas Parade is a parade of friends.&amp;nbsp; Kids we know wave from floats of churches, clubs, schools and businesses we know.&lt;br /&gt;The fire chief helps the elementary school coordinate with our church, so that we can help raise funds for a school field trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Stokesdale traffic jam has six cars in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The season opening of Humphrey's Ridge Restaurant is like a family reunion.&amp;nbsp; Everyone is excited that the weather is warming up and we can soon swim in the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are close to Greensboro, Winston-Salem, the airport, Belew's Lake.&amp;nbsp; We are outside the frenzy of city life, and just a few miles from real wilderness.&amp;nbsp;The Blue Ridge Parkway is about an hour away.&amp;nbsp; I can see&amp;nbsp;Hanging Rock Mountain&amp;nbsp;from my street.&amp;nbsp; This is a beautiful part of the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow God has smiled upon us, allowing us to live in a small place with a big heart, where we can experience the beauty of his creation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-8678708100450369315?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/8678708100450369315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/8678708100450369315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-love-stokesdale.html' title='I Love Stokesdale'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TsXnfkSBzOo/TtagQCk1v9I/AAAAAAAAAtw/X7vBAkzrXQo/s72-c/DSC07380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-2370205386873408510</id><published>2011-11-21T10:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T10:35:26.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On Thanks and Thirst</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9pHEFclYses/TspvDWNU_8I/AAAAAAAAAto/jbQ5yi0GZ9Y/s1600/DSC_0111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9pHEFclYses/TspvDWNU_8I/AAAAAAAAAto/jbQ5yi0GZ9Y/s320/DSC_0111.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Yesterday we were blessed at Crossroads to have Christ Winter, a representative from Living Water International, share with us about their ministry.&amp;nbsp; For years we have given to Living Water as part of our Christmas offering, and Chris helped to make our giving more personal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Chris told us that when Advent Conspiracy and Living Water teamed up in 2006, there were over 1.2 billion people in the world who needed clean water.&amp;nbsp; Today "only" 884 million people need clean water.&amp;nbsp; In just a few years, our giving has made a tremendous difference.&amp;nbsp; Millions of people now have clean water to drink.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It's working!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Living Water drills the wells and trains villagers to take care of them.&amp;nbsp; Periodically LW sends representatives to check on the wells, perform repairs, and make sure that the water is accessible to everyone.&amp;nbsp; All these visits provide opportunities to share with people the good news about Jesus.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As we keep chipping away at the water problem in the world, I imagine that in 10 years we could virtually eliminate the&amp;nbsp;lack of&amp;nbsp;clean water.&amp;nbsp; Through LW, this work is done in the name of Jesus.&amp;nbsp; The wells are a constant reminder that Jesus came to be with us at Christmas.&amp;nbsp; Jesus redeems from the diseases of dirty water, and he redeems from the dirt and hurt in our souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Thanksgiving we celebrate by giving thanks to God .&amp;nbsp; With a big meal we feast and celebrate the blessings God has given.&amp;nbsp; But I don't think I have ever raised a glass of water at the meal, just to thank God that we have it to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Thursday, I'll do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-2370205386873408510?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.water.cc' title='On Thanks and Thirst'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/2370205386873408510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/2370205386873408510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2011/11/on-thanks-and-thirst.html' title='On Thanks and Thirst'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9pHEFclYses/TspvDWNU_8I/AAAAAAAAAto/jbQ5yi0GZ9Y/s72-c/DSC_0111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-7178638587720151593</id><published>2011-11-18T11:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T11:45:44.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>I love writing, especially when it is going well.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes the words just flow.&amp;nbsp; The phrases just flow through my fingers onto the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then there are times that I can't get the words to come.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes I can't think of what to write.&amp;nbsp; Other times, I find that the idea is there, but the way to say it is...um...um...well you get the picture.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAUQe-XzFl4/TsaLXlVfuTI/AAAAAAAAAtg/MRaKWAitg7I/s1600/DSC04542.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="132" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAUQe-XzFl4/TsaLXlVfuTI/AAAAAAAAAtg/MRaKWAitg7I/s200/DSC04542.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also&amp;nbsp;suffer from writer envy.&amp;nbsp; When I read good ideas, presented in a compelling, colorful&amp;nbsp;way, I find myself wishing that I had said it.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes the writer is saying what I have been thinking, but never put into words.&amp;nbsp; And that's my frustration.&amp;nbsp; I like to write, but don't make enough time to do it.&amp;nbsp; I want to write a book, but I'm not making any progress.&amp;nbsp; I can barely get a blog uploaded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Recently I came across a file, something I worked on years ago, never published anywhere.&amp;nbsp; It was just a start of a writing project -- one of those things I started and never did anything with.&amp;nbsp; It was good.&amp;nbsp; I was surprised.&amp;nbsp; Lately, it seems like I can't write anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;My daughter is doing the November writing challenge.&amp;nbsp; "Everybody who's a writer knows about this, Daddy."&amp;nbsp; Guess I'm not a writer.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, the challenge is to write 50,000 words in the month of November.&amp;nbsp; She's already got 30k.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I need to write more.&amp;nbsp; I need to write every day.&amp;nbsp; Writing has an impact that can potentially last through the rest of history.&amp;nbsp; Of course, you have to write something worth remembering.&amp;nbsp; I'm not trying to write 50,0000 words in a month.&amp;nbsp; But maybe I can write more than two blogs a month.&amp;nbsp; And maybe I can write something worth remembering.&amp;nbsp; I'll never know unless I write something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There,&amp;nbsp;I wrote something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-7178638587720151593?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/7178638587720151593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/7178638587720151593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2011/11/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAUQe-XzFl4/TsaLXlVfuTI/AAAAAAAAAtg/MRaKWAitg7I/s72-c/DSC04542.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-403093064723654860</id><published>2011-11-03T18:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T18:15:01.652-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting with God</title><content type='html'>I have often wondered about prayer.&amp;nbsp; What is praying, really?&amp;nbsp; Sometimes I wonder what "counts" as praying.&amp;nbsp; If I am thinking about a friend with a need, am I praying?&amp;nbsp; Do I have to ask specific things for the person?&amp;nbsp; Do you have to pray out loud, or is it OK to pray silently?&amp;nbsp; What if I fall asleep...have I really been praying?&amp;nbsp; What about day dreaming?&amp;nbsp; Does that count as prayer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fil Anderson's book, &lt;em&gt;Running on Empty&lt;/em&gt;, has really challenged my thinking about the spiritual life.&amp;nbsp; I recognized myself in his descriptions of his own prayer experiences.&amp;nbsp; Like Fil, I have spent countless hours bringing requests before God, telling him what was happening and what he needed to do about it.&amp;nbsp; I have been very careful to say just the right words.&amp;nbsp; I have prayed the scriptures, prayed while walking, prayed on my knees, prayed with cards and lists.&amp;nbsp; There is nothing wrong with any of those practices.&amp;nbsp; But the form of prayer is not really what prayer is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many of us, prayer is just a monologue.&amp;nbsp; It is a formula of worshiping, praising, confessing, asking and thanking.&amp;nbsp; When we are through, we say amen and go about the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lNW9nOhhc-8/TrMR7PIPEQI/AAAAAAAAAtU/6NRdiE5xMro/s1600/DSC04560.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lNW9nOhhc-8/TrMR7PIPEQI/AAAAAAAAAtU/6NRdiE5xMro/s320/DSC04560.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;But prayer is not a monologue.&amp;nbsp; Maybe prayer is more like a conversation.&amp;nbsp; I have spent many hours talking to God and then listening for God's voice.&amp;nbsp; Usually after a long litany of needs and requests, I will pause for a minute, just in case God wants to get a word in edgewise.&amp;nbsp; "OK God, here's your chance to speak, if you want to say anything... How 'bout it?... Nothing?... OK.&amp;nbsp; Amen."&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;If I don't rush the conversation, I will listen for God more patiently.&amp;nbsp; I might actually hear his voice.&amp;nbsp; Still, these conversations can feel like times of prayer that "count."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;While talking with friends this morning about prayer, it occured to me that prayer is really more like a visit.&amp;nbsp; During a visit, there will be times of&amp;nbsp;speaking, listening and silence.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You can do something while you visit, or&amp;nbsp;not.&amp;nbsp; A visit is about being with someone, not going through a formula with just the right words, for just the right time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I think that prayer is like visiting with God.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes it can be&amp;nbsp;structured, sometimes free flowing.&amp;nbsp; But it's all about relationship.&amp;nbsp; I just need to make time to be with him.&amp;nbsp; I need to be in his presence so that I'm not too distracted to hear his voice and speak to him.&amp;nbsp; I can't let time with God always be something that I barely squeeze into my schedule.&amp;nbsp; On some days that may be necessary.&amp;nbsp; But there have to be some days every week when I can put away all my distractions and visit with the Creator.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I want to stop worrying about whether my time with God counts as prayer.&amp;nbsp; I want to begin enjoying his presence, opening my heart to him, hearing his voice and experiencing his embrace.&amp;nbsp; God doesn't need to be something else on my to-do list.&amp;nbsp; He is someone I like being around.&amp;nbsp; More profoundly, I am someone he likes to be around.&amp;nbsp; Wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-403093064723654860?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/403093064723654860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/403093064723654860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2011/11/visiting-with-god.html' title='Visiting with God'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lNW9nOhhc-8/TrMR7PIPEQI/AAAAAAAAAtU/6NRdiE5xMro/s72-c/DSC04560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-5164854495423668887</id><published>2011-10-28T11:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T11:12:03.927-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Faring Well or Welfare?</title><content type='html'>I’m simple guy. When I find complex issues, I try to boil things down to simple terms. Lately I’ve been thinking about the American welfare state. Something about it bothers me. Well, more than one thing, actually. But what is the real problem here?&lt;br /&gt;People (children!) don’t have enough to eat. The solution is easy: give them food. So, we give food away in public schools with free lunch programs. In many schools there are also free breakfasts. Their families may receive food stamps, so there is food at home for them, too. That should take care of the problem, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we have people who can’t afford a place to live, so we create government housing projects. Everybody knows what you mean when you say “the projects.” Tenants can get reduced rent, with the balance paid by taxpayers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For others, we help them buy houses. It is much better to own a home than to rent, right? So we require banks to lend more freely and then we guarantee the loans with government money. Everyone wins, of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you look at the results. This war on poverty is being lost. Statistics show it. There are more poor now than ever. What is the problem? I believe it is a problem of attitude. Entitlements given by the government create attitudes of dependence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tend to develop an attitude of dependence toward their provider. When people depend on the government, they develop a relationship with a bureaucracy, a system. They develop loyalty to the system and work to maintain the system. When something threatens the system, the source of their livelihood, they perceive this as a personal threat. They fight instinctively to keep the status quo. This passion to maintain a free ride robs individuals of personal initiative, and, I believe, damages their souls. We are only fully human when we can share in the creativity which is part of God’s image in us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When funding is cut for government programs, regardless of the reason, those dependent on government often become angry and lash out. We saw this recently in Greece, when riots broke out after public assistance was reduced. Never mind that the government is bankrupt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dependence on government breeds a defensive attitude, guarding the goose that lays the golden eggs. There is a visceral response when the goose is threatened or when the goose stops laying. People act out of anger or fear. They believe that their only hope is in the system. Ultimately politicians control their lives, because politicians control the flow of assistance. Politics, then, is everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This system has lots of unintended consequences, including a corrupt political system, a housing bubble, growing poverty, lack of productivity, lack of responsibility, materialism, and cynicism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an alternative. It’s not new. It is thousands of years old. God instructs his people to take care of the poor. “There should be no poor among you” (Deuteronomy 15:4). Jesus tells the rich ruler to give sell everything he has and give to the poor. The apostles instruct churches to take care of the poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking this charge seriously, a church might have a food pantry, a clothes closet, budgeting classes, job training courses. They could give these goods and services freely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who receive these gifts are likely to develop an attitude of dependence as well. But here is the important difference. They may depend upon these Christians for food, shelter, clothing, counseling, training and assistance, but they know that these things are given in the name of Christ. These poor would depend ultimately on Christ. They come to depend on God himself. This is really where God wants everyone to be, depending on him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What springs from an attitude of dependence on Christ? Not fear or anger; not a protectionist spirit of keeping the goose alive. Dependence on God produces a sense of responsibility. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God doesn’t threaten to cut people off from food and shelter. He promises that he will provide all of life’s necessities – and more – to all who seek his kingdom first. The Bible tells us to be productive and to provide for our families, but always to depend on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dependence on God has positive side effects, including increasing compassion, growing personal initiative, and a decrease in poverty. Sounds like a good plan to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-5164854495423668887?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/5164854495423668887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/5164854495423668887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2011/10/faring-well-or-welfare.html' title='Faring Well or Welfare?'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-7208390710271658068</id><published>2011-10-03T11:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T11:44:16.638-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dealing with Struggles</title><content type='html'>We all have struggles, and working through those struggles can strengthen us.&amp;nbsp; In fact, James told his readers to consider it pure joy when they encountered trials (James 1:3).&amp;nbsp; We can be joyful because we know that God will use the hardship to strengthen us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PYrOv-wpN9M/TonYKxvO9WI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/TJYRSWRA-dI/s1600/DSC_0042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PYrOv-wpN9M/TonYKxvO9WI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/TJYRSWRA-dI/s320/DSC_0042.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But in the middle of the situation, it can be really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am learning to remind myself of a few truths when I hit the hard times.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I remember that I don't have the full picture.&amp;nbsp; There are pieces of the situation that I don't see and may never see.&amp;nbsp; God is at work behind the scenes.&amp;nbsp; He is doing good stuff, because that's what God does.&amp;nbsp; I have to trust him that he is in charge, and trust that I will see him working for good in due time.&amp;nbsp; He may be leading me to change my attitude or actions or habits.&amp;nbsp; He is making me more like him, and that is a long process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remember that my emotions lie to me.&amp;nbsp; Everything seems like it is falling apart in the midst of a trial.&amp;nbsp; In my mind I know that it's not all that bad, but my emotions distort reality.&amp;nbsp; I remember that I will see more clearly soon enough.&amp;nbsp; I may just have to wait it out, but I will get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't forget that God has always come through in my trials.&amp;nbsp; Some have hurt worse than others, but through all of them, he has worked good, in his time.&amp;nbsp; Of course, I repeat Romans 8:28 to myself:&amp;nbsp; "We know that God works all things together for good, for those who love him and are called according to his purpose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also go to the Psalms for some company.&amp;nbsp; There I find the psalmist experiencing the full range of emotions.&amp;nbsp; In one psalm he is jubilant, in another he is wondering how long God will abandon him.&amp;nbsp; He keeps it real.&amp;nbsp; Life doesn't seem so bad when I realize that others have been in hard spots like mine.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;They have survived and even thrived through the hardships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally,&amp;nbsp;I trust God not to abandon me.&amp;nbsp; Whatever my trial, Jesus is here with me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trials are never fun.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But they are worth it.&amp;nbsp; If I can keep my sights set on Jesus, and know that he is leading me to a good place, the struggle is lifted to a higher plane.&amp;nbsp; It is God's supernatural work in me.&amp;nbsp; And that's good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-7208390710271658068?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/7208390710271658068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/7208390710271658068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2011/10/dealing-with-struggles.html' title='Dealing with Struggles'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PYrOv-wpN9M/TonYKxvO9WI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/TJYRSWRA-dI/s72-c/DSC_0042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-6638408314588294099</id><published>2011-09-28T22:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T22:07:20.811-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cost of Staying in Touch</title><content type='html'>On a recent Sunday three of our teens shared&amp;nbsp; about their summer&amp;nbsp;overseas adventures.&amp;nbsp; One served as a student ambassador in Spain, France and Italy; another worked with missionaries in Poland to up-fit an old building as a homeless shelter; the third served in the jungles of Ecuador among the indigenous people there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wmkdt3erom0/ToPSfDlFbNI/AAAAAAAAAtM/VV7oTQk8g0k/s1600/Journeys+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wmkdt3erom0/ToPSfDlFbNI/AAAAAAAAAtM/VV7oTQk8g0k/s320/Journeys+2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Their stories were inspiring, of course.&amp;nbsp; They saw God at work around them and through them.&amp;nbsp; They all agreed that it was easier to notice God and stay in touch with God on their trips.&amp;nbsp; They saw God at work in circumstances, in people and in their own hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home, however, they found it hard to maintain that connection with Jesus.&amp;nbsp; This seems to be a common experience for short term missionaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why that is.&amp;nbsp; Maybe we are just too distracted in our normal lives.&amp;nbsp; We have so much clamoring for our attention, that we lose sight of God in the fray.&amp;nbsp; The natural overtakes the supernatural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe we pay better attention when we are out of our normal routine.&amp;nbsp; We&amp;nbsp;don't know&amp;nbsp;what to expect, so we count on God to take care of us.&amp;nbsp; We are constantly praying and looking for him to answer.&amp;nbsp; At home, we get complacent and imagine that we can handle life without troubling God for his help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the question is: &amp;nbsp;Which way would we rather live?&amp;nbsp; Lots of people, I imagine,&amp;nbsp;would rather live in touch with the supernatural.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next question is:&amp;nbsp; Are we willing to rework our lives so that we pay more attention to God?&amp;nbsp; We would need to set aside our distractions (oh, let me check my email real quick...).&amp;nbsp; We might need to be less entertained and risk (dare I say it?) boredom.&amp;nbsp; In the quietness, God speaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may need to vary the normal routine.&amp;nbsp; We could volunteer at the school, at the hospital, or homeless shelter.&amp;nbsp; We could take on projects that will fail unless God shows up.&amp;nbsp; We could embrace opportunities to get out of our comfort zones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it is worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-6638408314588294099?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/6638408314588294099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/6638408314588294099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2011/09/cost-of-staying-in-touch.html' title='The Cost of Staying in Touch'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wmkdt3erom0/ToPSfDlFbNI/AAAAAAAAAtM/VV7oTQk8g0k/s72-c/Journeys+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-628796439623622875</id><published>2011-09-14T14:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T14:08:02.431-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rich Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Most people know the story of Jesus and the Rich Young Man.&amp;nbsp; He asks Jesus, the "good teacher," what he must do to inherit eternal life.&amp;nbsp; Jesus reminds him that no one is good but God, and that God wants us to keep the commandments.&amp;nbsp; The man seems to believe that he has fully kept God's commands since childhood.&amp;nbsp; He must think that he's good, even though only God is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T5vJqZFgcs/TnDtQxwgizI/AAAAAAAAAtI/F1xFq6W92r0/s1600/DSC_0153.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" rba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T5vJqZFgcs/TnDtQxwgizI/AAAAAAAAAtI/F1xFq6W92r0/s320/DSC_0153.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jesus then brings it home.&amp;nbsp; In love, Jesus tells him, "One thing you lack.&amp;nbsp; Go, sell everything you have and give it to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven.&amp;nbsp; Then come, follow me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Of course the man was disappointed because he did not want to get rid of his stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;As I read that story, I wonder why Jesus told the man to sell his possessions.&amp;nbsp; Couldn't he just give his possessions without selling them?&amp;nbsp; Why did Jesus add the extra step?&amp;nbsp; I have a few ideas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Maybe Jesus wanted the man to see again and catalog all of his possessions.&amp;nbsp; Even before he sold anything, he could see how his abundant possessions owned him.&amp;nbsp; It would be a cathartic experience to part with the items one by one.&amp;nbsp; At the end of the process he might understand that having a relationship with God was the only thing that mattered anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Maybe Jesus wanted the man to take the time to organize the sale of his worldly goods.&amp;nbsp; He would have to arrange for his rich friends to come and buy his possessions.&amp;nbsp; In planning the process, he would learn about human nature and the corrupting power of wealth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Jesus wanted the man to witness the contrast between the rich who purchased the items and the poor to whom he gave the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Jesus wanted him to witness the surprise and joy of the poor who received the money.&amp;nbsp; Maybe Jesus wanted him to put a face to "the poor."&amp;nbsp; He would have to meet and make friends with the needy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following Jesus is not easy.&amp;nbsp; There is a lot that gets in the way.&amp;nbsp; Whoever we are, Jesus wants us to give up everything and follow him.&amp;nbsp; When we let go of our possessions, they let go of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-628796439623622875?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/628796439623622875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/628796439623622875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2011/09/rich-thoughts.html' title='Rich Thoughts'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T5vJqZFgcs/TnDtQxwgizI/AAAAAAAAAtI/F1xFq6W92r0/s72-c/DSC_0153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-7138355280202886612</id><published>2011-08-07T17:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T17:46:30.374-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoption Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bdC8JbDrPp0/Tj8HM9O2GiI/AAAAAAAAAtE/C8MGww0e9wM/s1600/DSC08298.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; height: 184px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; width: 294px;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bdC8JbDrPp0/Tj8HM9O2GiI/AAAAAAAAAtE/C8MGww0e9wM/s320/DSC08298.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On our Hope Sunday in May, we encouraged people in&amp;nbsp;our church to consider sponsoring a child through World Vision.&amp;nbsp; It was such a great success -- with nine new children sponsored -- that we decided to have an Adoption Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Sunday, August 14 we will hear stories about adoption from adopting parents, children who were adopted, and&amp;nbsp;siblings of adopted children.&amp;nbsp; We want to see first hand how adoption changes lives and shows the love of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoption really reflects God's love, because only through adoption can people have a relationship with him!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our goal is not to have every family commit to adopt a child.&amp;nbsp; Rather, we want to encourage everyone to see how important adoption is to God.&amp;nbsp; After all, every person is created in the image of God and needs&amp;nbsp;a loving family.&amp;nbsp; We hope that everyone will have a greater heart for adoption.&amp;nbsp; We hope that they will decide to pray for children to be adopted, to help adopting families, to support adoption agencies, to support orphanages, to consider foster parenting, or to sponsor a child on another continent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe some families will hear God calling them to adopt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-7138355280202886612?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.nationaladoptionday.org/' title='Adoption Sunday'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/7138355280202886612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/7138355280202886612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2011/08/adoption-sunday.html' title='Adoption Sunday'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bdC8JbDrPp0/Tj8HM9O2GiI/AAAAAAAAAtE/C8MGww0e9wM/s72-c/DSC08298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-7178241190799379031</id><published>2011-07-21T17:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T17:24:00.721-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power Within</title><content type='html'>What would life be like if every day were filled with excitement about God's work in your life?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is easy to get excited about God's work when you hear about it from someone else:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;a mission trip, a healing, a great VBS week, someone getting a new job.&amp;nbsp; We may get excited about news from an orphanage in Africa, a great sermon we heard on-line, or the latest book by a favorite author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how often do we get excited about what God is doing in our own lives?&amp;nbsp; When it comes to my own life, I exercise extreme caution.&amp;nbsp; "Yes, I suppose that's God working, but..."&amp;nbsp; When I look at my friends' lives, I can share unbridled enthusiasm.&amp;nbsp; My own life feels more fragile.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is doing something good, but it could go horribly wrong at any moment.&amp;nbsp; How's that for faith?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I trusted in God more, I would realize that he is really taking care of me -- emotionally, physically, financially, spiritually.&amp;nbsp; I would see him as my loving Father, who is guarding me and guiding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that kind of assurance, I can really take on the world!&amp;nbsp; I can get excited about God's work in my life without reservation.&amp;nbsp; I can look at the good and the bad, and know that God is up to something of eternal importance.&amp;nbsp; I can live every moment with anticipation of God's goodness.&amp;nbsp; I can take bold steps, following God's lead.&amp;nbsp; He can really use me to make a difference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what if the church stirred this fire in every person, the fire of excitement for God's work in their own lives?&amp;nbsp; He could use us to change the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-7178241190799379031?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/7178241190799379031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/7178241190799379031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2011/07/power-within.html' title='The Power Within'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-1391375556649326258</id><published>2011-07-12T20:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T20:28:39.044-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Pandas</title><content type='html'>We are in the middle of our Vacation Bible School now.&amp;nbsp; It's Pandamania!&amp;nbsp; With a panda bear theme, we are learning how God is wild about us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we heard the "growl" of pandas.&amp;nbsp; Not real ferocious.&amp;nbsp; We also learned about Elijah, who challenged the prophets of Baal to prove that their god was real.&amp;nbsp; Then he let the real God show off a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part of VBS is being with the kids!&amp;nbsp; They get so excited about everything -- the music, the skits, the games and crafts.&amp;nbsp; They really throw themselves into the experience, and they get a lot out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to live life more like that:&amp;nbsp; throwing myself into the experience, living in the moment.&amp;nbsp; It's so easy to miss&amp;nbsp;out by not living the "now" of life.&amp;nbsp; Enjoying the moment helps me experience God himself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-1391375556649326258?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/1391375556649326258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/1391375556649326258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2011/07/fun-with-pandas.html' title='Fun with Pandas'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-2738058493966723603</id><published>2011-06-08T17:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T17:01:20.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dying town, living people</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday I rode through a dying town.&amp;nbsp; This old mill town, where I was born, was home to a booming textile company 50 years ago.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Probably dozens of my relatives worked there, including my dad.&amp;nbsp; Now a ride through town reveals architectural relics of the company that used to employ 10.000 people.&amp;nbsp; Someone has bought the real estate, and they are selling off the old lumber inside the mills.&amp;nbsp; Apparently after they salvage the guts of a building, they demolish it.&amp;nbsp; There are no cars parked there, no shift changes slowing traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lz7Kia-QeDc/Te_is6xpl7I/AAAAAAAAAtA/33SHytImbPs/s1600/DSC_0104.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lz7Kia-QeDc/Te_is6xpl7I/AAAAAAAAAtA/33SHytImbPs/s320/DSC_0104.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downtown about half the storefronts are empty.&amp;nbsp; New car lots are now vacant lots.&amp;nbsp; Even the streets are virtually empty.&amp;nbsp; A few cars pass by, but there is probably never a rush hour.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also noticed something else about the town.&amp;nbsp; Everyone seems friendly.&amp;nbsp; In the hospital where I visited a relative, most people passing in the hallway gives a sincere greeting.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A one-legged man in a wheelchair caught the elevator with us.&amp;nbsp; After saying hello, he joked, "I was looking for someone to play double-dutch with me.&amp;nbsp; I can even jump on one leg!"&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a man in a dying town, with only one leg, and he cheerfully cracks jokes about his disability.&amp;nbsp; For him life is good.&amp;nbsp; He has chosen to see it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wonder how many towns will become like this one.&amp;nbsp; The signs in the economy are not good.&amp;nbsp; The experts try to tell us that the recession is over.&amp;nbsp; The problem is that no one can tell it.&amp;nbsp; The media is full of less-than-cheerful news.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The good news is that we don't have to let life become miserable just because the economy is bad.&amp;nbsp; As we learn to cope with the new realities, we can re-evaluate what really matters to us.&amp;nbsp; We can share the good news that God has something better for us than material prosperity.&amp;nbsp; Our souls can prosper, even in the worst of economic depressions.&amp;nbsp; Even if we only have one leg, we can jump rope!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Man does not live on bread alone, but on every word that proceeds from the mouth of God.&amp;nbsp; I'm glad of that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-2738058493966723603?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/2738058493966723603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/2738058493966723603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2011/06/dying-town-living-people.html' title='Dying town, living people'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lz7Kia-QeDc/Te_is6xpl7I/AAAAAAAAAtA/33SHytImbPs/s72-c/DSC_0104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-8370585659495026348</id><published>2011-05-23T11:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T11:34:28.299-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vison of Hope</title><content type='html'>As we gathered for worship yesterday, we celebrated "Hope Sunday,"&amp;nbsp;a day to focus on helping children out of poverty.&amp;nbsp; With the help of &lt;a href="http://www.worldvision.org/content.nsf/pages/sponsor-a-child?open&amp;amp;campaign=1193512&amp;amp;cmp=KNC-1193512"&gt;World Vision&lt;/a&gt;, we learned about ways we can really help eliminate poverty.&amp;nbsp; We heard from several folks at Crossroads who already sponsor children, and it was a moving experience.&amp;nbsp; Helping these children has really brought us closer to Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.worldvision.org/content.nsf/wv_logo.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="59" j8="true" src="http://www.worldvision.org/content.nsf/wv_logo.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At last count, we had 9 children around the world who had new sponsors!&amp;nbsp; (Please let us know if you signed up as a sponsor at home, so that we can see how many children have been blessed through Hope Sunday!)&amp;nbsp; It was especially encouraging to see our teenagers leading the way, being the first ones to "adopt"&amp;nbsp;these children.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I especially like World Vision's approach to helping the poor.&amp;nbsp; On their website, World Vision says, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We seek to facilitate an engagement between the poor and the affluent that opens both to transformation. We respect the poor as active participants, not passive recipients, in this relationship...The need for transformation is common to all. Together we share a quest for justice, peace, reconciliation, and healing in a broken world."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Giving people food and shelter may help temporarily, but it can leave them waiting for the next delivery of aid.&amp;nbsp; When we work to transform their living environment, we see sustainable change.&amp;nbsp; This happens when we actually share the love of Jesus, through education, medical aid, clean water, economic opportunity and the gospel.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;As we share Christ's love holistically, he can change their hearts and truly transform their lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And, as World Vision says, we who give are also transformed.&amp;nbsp; We began to see that yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-8370585659495026348?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.worldvision.org/content.nsf/pages/sponsor-a-child?open&amp;campaign=1193512&amp;cmp=KNC-1193512' title='Vison of Hope'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/8370585659495026348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/8370585659495026348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2011/05/vison-of-hope.html' title='Vison of Hope'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-2001423859524356802</id><published>2011-05-20T13:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T13:21:50.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready for Graduation</title><content type='html'>Next year I will have the privilege *sob* of having my oldest child graduate from high school.&amp;nbsp; So graduation season this year is particularly poignant for me.&amp;nbsp; Students have spent virutally their whole lives growing and learning and preparing for the transition to the world of adults.&amp;nbsp; The world is full of promise and&amp;nbsp;opportunity; temptation and risk.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xr-eWKYUXxY/TdacuQJ7YAI/AAAAAAAAAs8/SFEr7rIMB1Q/s1600/DSC05437.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xr-eWKYUXxY/TdacuQJ7YAI/AAAAAAAAAs8/SFEr7rIMB1Q/s320/DSC05437.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the parents' responsibility to raise children and prepare them to enter the world of adults.&amp;nbsp; The transition is much more than the moment of turning a tassel on a mortar board.&amp;nbsp; It begins years before as children gradually take on more and more responsibility.&amp;nbsp; It continues long after high school graduation as they seek counsel and advice about education, jobs, and relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the moment of high school graduation often marks a turning point.&amp;nbsp; It is a time after which children don't really live at home; they live in dorms, spend summers away at summer jobs, move into their own apartments.&amp;nbsp; For the parents, it is the time of transition to being empty-nesters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Before I get too sappy and sentimental, I want to consider how we parents&amp;nbsp;prepare children for that moment when the routines of life change dramatically.&amp;nbsp; We need to equip them with life skills.&amp;nbsp; We teach them how to get along with others, how to mow grass and set the table.&amp;nbsp; We teach them manners and the perspective of empathy.&amp;nbsp; We make sure they have the necessary formal education, whether in the classroom or at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And we have to instill in them the most important thing of all:&amp;nbsp; love for God.&amp;nbsp; Jesus said that loving God is the most important thing in life.&amp;nbsp; From loving God, all else in life flows.&amp;nbsp; If we love God, then he can equip us to love our neighbors.&amp;nbsp; If we love God and love our neighbors, Jesus says, then we really have a handle on life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Remember too that Jesus specified the ways in which we are to love God:&amp;nbsp; with our heart, soul, mind and strength.&amp;nbsp; Loving God with our minds requires us to gain some understanding of this world.&amp;nbsp; If we don't have a firm understanding of this world as God's creation, then we can easily&amp;nbsp;buy into the world's false philosophies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So often Christian&amp;nbsp;students enter their college studies with great confidence in their beliefs.&amp;nbsp; But then they face challenging questions in the classroom, from professors and other students.&amp;nbsp; These questions cut to the heart of their beliefs;&amp;nbsp;they feel foolish for ever having believed in the God of the Bible.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In their minds there are only two reasonable ways to resolve this tension:&amp;nbsp; ignore the questions with blissful ignorance, or abandon the faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What so many Christians don't know is that there ARE answers to these questions.&amp;nbsp; The God of the Bible does make sense.&amp;nbsp; We don't have to choose between reason and faith.&amp;nbsp; The two are more than compatible.&amp;nbsp; In fact, they go hand in hand as we understand this world in which God has placed us.&amp;nbsp; I recommend Nancy Pearcey's book &lt;em&gt;Total Truth&lt;/em&gt; for an engaging explanation of the Christian worldview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But while we have children at home, we can enthusiastically teach them about God.&amp;nbsp; And we can encourage them to ask lots of questions about God, science, morality, the Bible, faith, history, economics and setting the table.&amp;nbsp; There are answers, even if we have to work to find them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-2001423859524356802?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/2001423859524356802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/2001423859524356802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2011/05/next-year-i-will-have-privilege-sob-of.html' title='Ready for Graduation'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xr-eWKYUXxY/TdacuQJ7YAI/AAAAAAAAAs8/SFEr7rIMB1Q/s72-c/DSC05437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-8758578919040193581</id><published>2011-04-22T13:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T13:09:45.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the Big Deal about Easter?</title><content type='html'>Why does everyone make such a big deal out of Easter?&amp;nbsp; I'm not talking about the new outfits, the Easter Bunny, egg hunts, Peeps or sales at Kohl's.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, this holiday has endured as a major celebration.&amp;nbsp; It has not become nearly as commercialized as Christmas.&amp;nbsp; The historical events behind&amp;nbsp;Easter are not nearly as cute as the Christmas story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man was falsely accused, condemned and executed, while his friends ran for cover.&amp;nbsp; Then, on the third day, this man came back to life.&amp;nbsp; It is a story full of drama and pathos; it is far from cute.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But why does the story need to be told over and over?&amp;nbsp; Why do we need to celebrate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter is evidence that God has not forgotten us.&amp;nbsp; The world is full of hardship and evil, but God entered this messed-up world as Jesus Christ. &amp;nbsp;He took on the evil of the world, suffering ridicule and rejection, even to the point of death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God the Son died at the hands of his evil creatures.&amp;nbsp; Death, one would think, would be the final word.&amp;nbsp; But it wasn't.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;On the third day, this dead man came back to life.&amp;nbsp; He defeated death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his death and resurrection, Jesus won the battle against evil on behalf of all who believe in him.&amp;nbsp; He used the greatest imaginable evil against himself to bring the blessings of heaven to the ones who had him killed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God loves us this much, that changes everything.&amp;nbsp; He wants our company.&amp;nbsp; He redeems our sinful hearts.&amp;nbsp; He gives us his own goodness.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of Easter, we can now see life in light of the Resurrection!&amp;nbsp; It makes all the difference in the world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-8758578919040193581?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/8758578919040193581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/8758578919040193581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2011/04/whats-big-deal-about-easter.html' title='What&apos;s the Big Deal about Easter?'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-2350833020494595093</id><published>2011-04-17T20:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T20:02:42.008-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More important than competition</title><content type='html'>I was hoping to tell stories about my triathlon competition today, but alas, I cannot.&amp;nbsp; The wicked weather system caused our event to be canceled, or rather postponed until September.&amp;nbsp; I should not complain, because we were not badly hit by the storm here in Stokesdale.&amp;nbsp; We had plenty of high winds and rain, enough to blow over and break tents at the triathlon staging area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But miles to the east of us, home were destroyed and lives lost.&amp;nbsp; The devastation is unbelievable.&amp;nbsp; At least 22 people were killed in NC&amp;nbsp;with this storm system.&amp;nbsp; It may take weeks to clean up, and months to rebuild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when we think that we have conquered the elements, we are reminded that the forces of nature are beyond our control.&amp;nbsp; We really live every day at the mercy of God.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help those who suffered loss in this storm find your love in the midst of disaster.&amp;nbsp; Let us share your love in your power.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-2350833020494595093?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/2350833020494595093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/2350833020494595093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2011/04/more-important-than-competition.html' title='More important than competition'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-137930996094794818</id><published>2011-04-15T10:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T10:51:37.049-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Triathlon</title><content type='html'>I have always wanted to run a triathlon.&amp;nbsp; Now it is here.&amp;nbsp; It's coming even sooner than I thought.&amp;nbsp; The event planners sent out a schedule change this morning.&amp;nbsp; Instead of starting at 8 a.m. tomorrow, it will start at 7.&amp;nbsp; They think that we will be done with the race before all the storms roll in.&amp;nbsp; I'm not so sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I have had to train.&amp;nbsp; Now this is what they call a "sprint" triathlon.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I don't expect to do a lot of sprinting, but I think I can cover the 750 meter swim, 14 mile bike ride, and 5k run.&amp;nbsp; I actually went for a swim a couple of weeks ago, trying out my wet suit.&amp;nbsp; Might squeeze in another swim today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is certainly out of my comfort zone physically.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;God is constantly calling me outside of my comfort zone, in just about every aspect of life.&amp;nbsp; He wants to stretch me.&amp;nbsp; He knows that pushing my limits helps me to grow.&amp;nbsp; There is so much more that God can do with me when I will step up to a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the challenges come to us without warning;&amp;nbsp;then we just&amp;nbsp;have to do our best.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes we sign up for challenges.&amp;nbsp; I need to sign up for more challenges.&amp;nbsp; And part of that challenge is following through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-137930996094794818?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/137930996094794818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/137930996094794818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-first-triathlon.html' title='My First Triathlon'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-1011706460852246007</id><published>2011-04-06T09:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T09:04:32.727-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Brother</title><content type='html'>Reading about Jesus this morning, I noticed something I had never paid attention to before.&amp;nbsp; As he invited people to follow him, Jesus began by calling two brothers, Peter and Andrew.&amp;nbsp; They were fishermen and were&amp;nbsp;busy with their trade.&amp;nbsp; After they accepted his invitation, Jesus went on and found two other brothers, James and John.&amp;nbsp; They were also fishermen, at work with their father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Matthew, these were the first disciples Jesus called.&amp;nbsp; So, he began with choosing two sets of brothers.&amp;nbsp; This makes me wonder why he chose brothers.&amp;nbsp; He could have called Peter without calling Andrew.&amp;nbsp; He could have called John without James.&amp;nbsp; Certainly Jesus was not just looking for warm bodies to boost his numbers.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called people who already loved each other and cared about each other.&amp;nbsp; They had grown up together; they had the bonds of blood, common upbringing, and business partnership.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did this matter so much to Jesus?&amp;nbsp; He could have chosen 12 unrelated and disconnected followers.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey of faith is a journey of relationship.&amp;nbsp; We need companions as we travel down the path.&amp;nbsp; Jesus began with at least two sets of brothers.&amp;nbsp; He began with men who knew the value of living life together, even working together.&amp;nbsp; They knew they could not do it alone.&amp;nbsp; They knew they needed each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need today to recapture some of that closeness in relationship.&amp;nbsp; I'm so grateful for the church as a fellowship of encouragement, where we can live life together, lean on each other, and cheer for one another!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-1011706460852246007?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/1011706460852246007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/1011706460852246007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2011/04/oh-brother.html' title='Oh Brother'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-4545346318637377456</id><published>2011-03-17T17:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T17:20:56.221-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Times are Changing</title><content type='html'>I have been monitoring the news coming out of Japan, as they begin to recover from a lethal combination of disasters. The situation reminds me of the movie Jurassic Park. Man has created something amazing and dangerous, believing that he can manage all the possibilities. At this point, no one really knows how the disaster will end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorting through rubble and shoveling mud will eventually bring relief from the earthquake and tsunami. Geophysicists, according to missionary Carlton Walker, say that the force of the quake was so great that it moved the main Japanese island of Honshu 2.5 meters (8.2 feet) to the east. With a 9.0 reading on the Richter scale, the quake was the largest ever measured in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The damage from the shaking and deluge will take years to recover from, but their devastation has stopped. The fallout from the nuke plants may have only begun. No one knows when the radiation will be contained. No one knows what will really happen if a total meltdown occurs. We are dealing with forces that we don’t completely understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This crisis is sending other shockwaves through the world as well. Stock exchanges are jittery. Flights are cancelled. Energy policies are being reviewed. Even the friendly relationship between the U.S. and Japan is strained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We look at this disaster in light of major changes in the Middle East, another key part of the world energy puzzle. While the fighting in Libya seems to be leaning toward stricter totalitarianism, in Yemen, Bahrain, Egypt and other countries, freedom may be taking hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is even political unrest in the United States, as citizens clamor for an end to deficit spending and big government. The stakes are also high in political battles at the state level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As all these changes come, we have to wonder what we can count on. What is our point of reference? It is easy to say that God never changes and we can always count on him. Yes, that’s true. But the bigger question is how well we build our lives on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For most of history, there has been constant political upheaval. And for most of history, standards of living and ways of life have changed very little from generation to generation. Today, the situation is reversed. We are accustomed to epic changes in living standards and stable civil life. I wonder if we are ready for that to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If our lives are really built on a relationship with Jesus, we can weather any storm, or earthquake, or tsunami, or war, or even nuclear fallout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-4545346318637377456?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/4545346318637377456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/4545346318637377456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2011/03/times-are-changing.html' title='Times are Changing'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-6182263707059502807</id><published>2011-03-10T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T16:59:46.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality Check</title><content type='html'>Last week as I tried to pull up my gmail account, Google informed me that they had suspended my account because of suspicious activity.&amp;nbsp; I could not access my email.&amp;nbsp; Not good.&amp;nbsp; I quickly found my heart rate escalating. I had a sense of impending doom. &amp;nbsp;My android phone is also driven by Google's software.&amp;nbsp; That means that all my contacts are hosted by Google.&amp;nbsp; They could deny me access to my own lists of phone numbers and email addresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm glad that they noticed any unusual activity on my account.&amp;nbsp; I'm glad that they promptly shut down any scammer who may have hijacked my account.&amp;nbsp; I don't know how a hacker could have accessed my account -- although a couple of days before I had logged on at Panera Bread and checked email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to get back into my account after a couple of hours of considerable angst.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this lock-down has made me do some serious thinking.&amp;nbsp; These Google folks are trying to help me by keeping other people off of my account.&amp;nbsp; If the people who are on my side (I hope they really are...) can shut down my cyber life, I wonder what could happen if someone with evil intent got control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They could mine my contacts for all kinds of info (maybe about you).&amp;nbsp; They could deny me access to all my Google accounts.&amp;nbsp; They could intercept my email.&amp;nbsp; They could disable my cell phone.&amp;nbsp; They could shut down my main lines of communication entirely.&amp;nbsp; This is not a comforting thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the aftermath of my great panic, I set up a Yahoo account.&amp;nbsp; At least now I will have some means of emailing without the permission of Google.&amp;nbsp; I'm still dependent on the internet -- no way around that for email.&amp;nbsp; But when I used Outlook, my contacts were stored only on my very own computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it smart to avoid being so dependent on someone else holding my vital info?&amp;nbsp; Yeah, I think it is.&amp;nbsp; I'm just not sure how to do it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also believe that we have become far too dependent on computers in general.&amp;nbsp; We live in a world where virtual reality can be confused with actual reality.&amp;nbsp; That brings me to my knees as I worship the One who never changes.&amp;nbsp; I know I can always count on God.&amp;nbsp; I don't have to worry about him shutting me out or suspending my account.&amp;nbsp; I have to remember that my real life is not on my computer anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this blog is on Blogger, courtesy of Google.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-6182263707059502807?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/6182263707059502807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/6182263707059502807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2011/03/reality-check.html' title='Reality Check'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-4098728391349301713</id><published>2011-03-03T18:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T18:09:01.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing Nothing</title><content type='html'>I tried it.&amp;nbsp; On Sunday afternoon, for a little while, I actually did nothing.&amp;nbsp; There were no meetings that afternoon, so I had the chance to chill.&amp;nbsp; As an added bonus, it was 70 degrees on the back porch with the sun occasionally peeking through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I sat in the Adirondack chairs.&amp;nbsp; She snoozed, but strangely I was not sleepy.&amp;nbsp; That rarely happens.&amp;nbsp; Having preached that morning on Sabbath and taking time to be still, I had the opportunity to practice what I preached.&amp;nbsp; But&amp;nbsp;I had the urge to go get a book or my journal.&amp;nbsp; I thought about composing a blog.&amp;nbsp; I thought about reading my Bible.&amp;nbsp; I thought about getting my prayer list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But instead, I did nothing.&amp;nbsp; I sat there looking at the yard, thinking, praying.&amp;nbsp; It was oddly disconcerting.&amp;nbsp; That shows how twisted my system has become with adrenaline and the need to be productive.&amp;nbsp; Heaven forbid that I should allow a minute to go by without doing something.&amp;nbsp; But that's what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for my pride at doing nothing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-4098728391349301713?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/4098728391349301713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/4098728391349301713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2011/03/doing-nothing.html' title='Doing Nothing'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-1385562048096078541</id><published>2011-02-14T16:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T16:35:11.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Supernatural Valentine</title><content type='html'>Listening to the radio today, I have heard lots of Valentine's wishes.&amp;nbsp; It is fun to have a day dedicated to sharing our love with the important people in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it dawned on me that we could also express our love for God on Valentine's Day.&amp;nbsp; He has certainly shared his love with us.&amp;nbsp; It might cheapen the work of Jesus on the cross to describe his Passion as God's Valentine to us.&amp;nbsp; How can you compare the sacrifice of the Son of God to a dozen roses and a box of chocolates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if we wanted to give a Valentine to Jesus, how would we do that?&amp;nbsp; Talk about the man who has everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could show&amp;nbsp;a kindness to a stranger or a needy person.&lt;br /&gt;We could stand against injustice.&lt;br /&gt;We could write him a love letter.&lt;br /&gt;We could take an hour to spend with him, listening and opening our hearts to him.&lt;br /&gt;We could commit to start a new habit (and ask him to help us follow through).&lt;br /&gt;We could get naked spiritually before him, risking the shame, but knowing that he loves us just as we are.&lt;br /&gt;We could enjoy him, staring into his eyes, melting in his arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day, Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-1385562048096078541?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/1385562048096078541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/1385562048096078541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2011/02/supernatural-valentine.html' title='Supernatural Valentine'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-8815425503303396876</id><published>2011-02-10T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T16:56:22.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers for Egypt</title><content type='html'>I remember when Anwar Sadat was assassinated and Hosni Mubarak took over to lead Egypt.&amp;nbsp; He's still the president of the nation 30 years later.&amp;nbsp; That is about to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what the changes will be?&amp;nbsp; I believe that the outcome of Egypt's upheaval will have significant impact for at least a generation.&amp;nbsp; I believe that there is a spirital battle going on for the future of Egypt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying for forces of good to prevail, for freedom to win the day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-8815425503303396876?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/8815425503303396876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/8815425503303396876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2011/02/prayers-for-egypt.html' title='Prayers for Egypt'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-514893941843642061</id><published>2011-02-04T11:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T11:30:39.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoption Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I saw in the news that a mother in Alaska is in trouble for the way she has treated her adopted son, who was born in Russia.&amp;nbsp; She used cruel means of punishing him, including squirting hot sauce in his mouth and putting him in a cold shower.&amp;nbsp; He's 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A video of the punishments was shown on Dr. Phil's show in November, and Russian viewers are incensed over it.&amp;nbsp; Some are even calling for the boy to be returned to his homeland.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/us/2011/02/04/russian-uproar-adopted-boys-punishment/?test=latestnews"&gt;Here's the article.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a couple of thoughts about this situation.&amp;nbsp; First, what about the American children adopted by Russians?&amp;nbsp; I wonder if there are any such children.&amp;nbsp; I wonder if any American children are adopted by families in any foreign countries.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My guess is that&amp;nbsp;such adoptions are&amp;nbsp;very rare.&amp;nbsp; It looks like Americans are very interested in taking in orphans from all around the world.&amp;nbsp; I know families who have adopted from Uganda, Ethiopia, Russia, Ecuador, and Paraguay.&amp;nbsp; These are just people that I know personally who have done international adoptions.&amp;nbsp; My guess is that there are thousands of US citizens who adopt from other countries every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I wonder about the state of Russian orphanages.&amp;nbsp; A friend of mine adopted a boy from Russia and later adopted a boy from Ethiopia.&amp;nbsp; He says that there is a marked difference in the care given in the orphanages in those two countries.&amp;nbsp; In Ethiopia, the children are loved and cared for.&amp;nbsp; In Russia, the children's needs are met, but the children are not loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lacking adequate love in their earliest years, these children grow up with a host of developmental and behavioral problems.&amp;nbsp; Parents who adopt these children become understandably frustrated.&amp;nbsp; Some, obviously, use unhelpful forms of discipline in a desperate effort to get through to these children who never learned to receive love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, looking forward, I wonder if the Russians who are disturbed by the unwise discipline of the Alaskan mother will also look to reform the care given in Russian orphanages.&amp;nbsp; Maybe they will even&amp;nbsp;step up to adopt children themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wonder what Americans can do to improve the lot of&amp;nbsp;orphans all around the world.&amp;nbsp; These young lives need love, whether they are in Russia, Africa or North America.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fatherless and widows have a special place in God's heart.&amp;nbsp; May they have a special place in the hearts of his followers.&amp;nbsp; Beginning with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-514893941843642061?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.foxnews.com/us/2011/02/04/russian-uproar-adopted-boys-punishment/?test=latestnews' title='Adoption Thoughts'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/514893941843642061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/514893941843642061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2011/02/adoption-thoughts.html' title='Adoption Thoughts'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-522317388915364080</id><published>2011-01-26T11:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T11:51:20.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leading a People, Leading a Movement</title><content type='html'>We turn to the scriptures to learn about leadership, and two of the most successful leaders were Moses and Paul.&amp;nbsp; In the Old Testament, Moses led the people of Israel out of Egypt into the Promised Land.&amp;nbsp; After the resurrection of Jesus, Paul led a small band of missionaries from city to city around the Eastern Mediterranean region.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both men changed the world because of their life's work, but their roles of leadership were much different.&amp;nbsp; Moses led a group of a million plus through the desert for 40 years, as they toggled between rebellion and repentance repeatedly.&amp;nbsp; Moses dealt with the gripes, complaints and mutinies that all leaders face.&amp;nbsp; He followed his father-in-law's suggestion of delegating responsibilities so that he could focus on listening to God and leading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many church leaders today face the same kinds of pressures and challenges, especially in large churches.&amp;nbsp; There is trouble from within and without,&amp;nbsp;just as in the days of the Exodus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul, on the other hand, was a different kind of leader.&amp;nbsp; He&amp;nbsp;did not lead a people but a movement.&amp;nbsp; Although he started as part of the Jewish religious&amp;nbsp;establishment, after Christ appeared to him, he had a new mission.&amp;nbsp; His mission was not to lead a large assembly, but to make disciples.&amp;nbsp; On his missionary journeys he went by land and sea to share Christ with Jews and Gentiles from Palestine to Rome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul never led masses of people across the desert or across the street.&amp;nbsp; He challenged the lost to come to Christ and believers to take Jesus seriously.&amp;nbsp; He knew that, unlike Moses, he could rely on the Spirit of God to lead the new disciples.&amp;nbsp; The Holy Spirit would inspire these believers to change the world.&amp;nbsp; And they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul was not just leading a group of people, but a movement of God.&amp;nbsp; He cooperated with the Spirit of God, going where Jesus led him to go, sharing the truth of the Kingdom of God.&amp;nbsp; As he traveled about, he revisited cities where he had seen churches start.&amp;nbsp; He encouraged, he challenged, he warned, he rebuked,&amp;nbsp;he rejoiced.&amp;nbsp; He also faced challenges to his leadership, threats from within and without.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moses' task was preservation,&amp;nbsp;transportation and instruction of a people.&amp;nbsp; A few people came to believe in Yahweh because of the influence of the Jews.&amp;nbsp; But the emphasis was on getting the Jews out of Egypt and into Canaan.&amp;nbsp; Moses led them to the cusp of the new land and Joshua led them to conquer it.&amp;nbsp; Moses was a great leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul's ministry was to release the power of the Holy Spirit in lives and communities around the Mediterranean world.&amp;nbsp; God would lead the work.&amp;nbsp; It would be decentralized and viral.&amp;nbsp; It would spread just like Jesus described in the parable of the yeast.&amp;nbsp; Paul was a great leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I learn lessons from these great men, I resonate with the model of leading a movement.&amp;nbsp; I want to be part of a movement of God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-522317388915364080?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/522317388915364080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/522317388915364080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2011/01/leading-people-leading-movement.html' title='Leading a People, Leading a Movement'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-1419883693638246456</id><published>2011-01-19T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T17:06:51.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We have an interesting tradition.&amp;nbsp; Years ago, my older daughter suggested that we have an annual "Bailey Day."&amp;nbsp; The suggestion came in January, and so I looked for a good way to take time off work and take time with family.&amp;nbsp; Martin Luther King Day seemed like a great time to devote to family.&amp;nbsp; I think that MLK himself would approve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/TTdbrTlL1KI/AAAAAAAAAs0/HnWBUrbmKiM/s1600/DSC_0074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/TTdbrTlL1KI/AAAAAAAAAs0/HnWBUrbmKiM/s320/DSC_0074.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every year we take time to do something special:&amp;nbsp; go to a museum, take in a movie, make something together.&amp;nbsp; This year we drove around NW Greensboro, looking for objects to photograph.&amp;nbsp; Our mission was to find objects that looked like the letters of our last name.&amp;nbsp; We can print and frame them, then hang them in the house.&amp;nbsp; It helps that our name is only six letters long, by the way.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Well, we had a hard time finding&amp;nbsp;our first letter.&amp;nbsp; We stopped at Harris Teeter for a snack.&amp;nbsp; We brought it to the car, and when Lisa opened the package, I said, "It's a B!"&amp;nbsp; Yes, these Oreo Cakesters came out stuck together, the perfect object for our letter collection.&amp;nbsp; (They are actually pretty good to eat, too.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We went on to get all six letters, although our "L" is pretty pitiful.&amp;nbsp; You would think that would be the easiest letter of all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We were looking for something, but didn't expect to find it in a cookie package.&amp;nbsp; If you are looking for something, maybe you'll find it where you least expect it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-1419883693638246456?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/1419883693638246456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/1419883693638246456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2011/01/our-day.html' title='Our Day'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/TTdbrTlL1KI/AAAAAAAAAs0/HnWBUrbmKiM/s72-c/DSC_0074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-8976634449835400478</id><published>2011-01-14T19:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T19:12:05.644-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone Different</title><content type='html'>I friend told me yesterday that he challenged his middle school Sunday school class as the new year begins:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't be the same person at the end of the year.&amp;nbsp; You will change, for the better or for the worse.&amp;nbsp; What kind of changes would you like to see?&amp;nbsp; What steps can you take to make those changes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&amp;nbsp; That is powerful and simple.&amp;nbsp; We can either let life happen to us, or we can take the initiative to create those changes that we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day we are becoming the person we will finally be.&amp;nbsp; Every day we make choices that make us closer to --&amp;nbsp;or farther from --&amp;nbsp;the person we want to be.&amp;nbsp; God can help us make the right choices.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-8976634449835400478?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/8976634449835400478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/8976634449835400478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2011/01/someone-different.html' title='Someone Different'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-4675990148811962710</id><published>2011-01-11T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T16:48:26.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Clooney and Engle</title><content type='html'>There is bad blood in Sudan.&amp;nbsp; For years, stories of abuse and enslavement have come from southern Sudan.&amp;nbsp; On Sunday a referendum began in southern Sudan, in which the citizens could choose become independent from the rest of the country.&amp;nbsp; The votes still aren't counted. &amp;nbsp;The people in the south of Sudan have been abused by the national leaders.&amp;nbsp; The people in north and south are different from each other.&amp;nbsp; In the north, they are lighter-skinned and Muslim.&amp;nbsp; In the south, they are mostly dark-skinned and animist or Christian.&amp;nbsp; Before the current abusive situation, there was genocide in Sudan, 1983-2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Clooney is trying to change the world in Sudan.&amp;nbsp; He and other celebrities are working to get a commercial surveillance&amp;nbsp;satellite orbiting the earth over south&amp;nbsp;Sudan.&amp;nbsp; If the world can watch better, then the militant groups may behave better.&amp;nbsp; Not a bad idea.&amp;nbsp; Clooney believes it could prevent another genocide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closer to home, Charlie Engle was sentenced yesterday to 21 months in prison, convicted of real estate fraud.&amp;nbsp; Engle is an ultra-marathoner.&amp;nbsp; He ran across the entire Sahara Desert, raising awareness of the need for clean water in that region.&amp;nbsp; He teamed up with H20 Africa to raise money for wells.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prosecutors say that Engle obtained mortgages and second mortgages&amp;nbsp;under false pretences and used the money to live on while undertaking his Sahara venture.&amp;nbsp; I want to give him the benefit of the doubt.&amp;nbsp; He's a likable guy.&amp;nbsp; But before he was sentenced, he said that he had been "foolish enough to think that I could change the world."&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it foolish to think that?&amp;nbsp; Some of us really want to change the world.&amp;nbsp; Most of us don't have the power of celebrity or the endurance to run ultra-marathons.&amp;nbsp; But even ordinary folks can change the world.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God uses ordinary people -- and sometimes&amp;nbsp;famous people --&amp;nbsp;to change this world.&amp;nbsp; And when we let his Spirit empower the work, that's when unbelievable things happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-4675990148811962710?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/4675990148811962710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/4675990148811962710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2011/01/clooney-and-engle.html' title='Clooney and Engle'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-2843950932036483301</id><published>2011-01-07T11:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T18:40:58.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Understanding the World</title><content type='html'>I'm reading a fascinating&amp;nbsp;book called "The Discoverers," by Daniel J. Boorstin.&amp;nbsp; He recounts the history of the&amp;nbsp;important discoveries through the ages, but he begins with some very unexpected breakthroughs.&amp;nbsp; The first discovery he describes is the discovery of time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zeeburgnieuws.nl/nieuws/images/earth_from_space.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" n4="true" src="http://www.zeeburgnieuws.nl/nieuws/images/earth_from_space.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That almost seems like the discovery of air -- how could you NOT know it was there.&amp;nbsp; But the notion of marking increments of time was a significant idea.&amp;nbsp; Days are not of uniform length through the year.&amp;nbsp; The phases of the moon helped some, but were out of sync with the solar year.&amp;nbsp; The summer and winter solstices --&amp;nbsp;the longest and shortest days --&amp;nbsp;proved to be the best points of reference for the solar year.&amp;nbsp; For daily measurements, high&amp;nbsp;noon was an obvious marker of mid-day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To imagine a world in which punctuality had no meaning is difficult.&amp;nbsp; Yes, in many cultures today, 7:00 really means around 8:30, but for millennia, no one could really distinguish 7:00 from 8:30.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world was much more a riddle back then.&amp;nbsp; People tried to explain why the ball of fire revolved around the earth every day.&amp;nbsp; They explained the phases of the moon by saying that the souls of each month's dead ascended to the heavens and gathered to create the light.&amp;nbsp; When the light was full, it emptied back out, ready for the next cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many ideas about how the world works.&amp;nbsp; Some are based on superstition, some on faith, some on science, and many are based on a combination of the above.&amp;nbsp; What can we really believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the One who made it all would shed some light on this world, it would be worth listening to him.&amp;nbsp; He has shed light through his&amp;nbsp;Word.&amp;nbsp; The Creator has spoken.&amp;nbsp; He has revealed himself, through his written Word, and through his Son, the Word who became a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst&amp;nbsp;all the confusing and contradictory ideas of mankind, it helps to have a point of reference for truth.&amp;nbsp; God has provided that reference&amp;nbsp;by revealing himself.&amp;nbsp; That gives me a new reverence for the Bible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-2843950932036483301?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/2843950932036483301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/2843950932036483301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2011/01/understanding-world.html' title='Understanding the World'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-4347423435547753144</id><published>2011-01-05T17:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T17:37:25.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Year</title><content type='html'>Somehow the new year always gets me excited.&amp;nbsp; I feel like I get a fresh start.&amp;nbsp; I think it's because the holiday time gets me out of the routine, and I get to settle into a new routine.&amp;nbsp; The Christmas decorations come down, and everything is swept clean.&amp;nbsp; Even my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the new year I can begin new habits, like keeping that desk clean.&amp;nbsp; I took time last month to get my desk actually organized.&amp;nbsp; All I really needed was a power strip long enough, so that I could put my desk lamp where it really needs to go.&amp;nbsp; That inspired me to clean out old files and arrange everything so that I could actually reach it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on the Getting Things Done system, and I am gradually making it work.&amp;nbsp; I've been at this GTD project for over a year, and it has helped me to be organized.&amp;nbsp; The more ideas I implement, the better it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the fresh start and the organized work environment gives me hope that I can accomplish more, plan more, make more of a difference in the world.&amp;nbsp; And, I intend to have fun in the process!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-4347423435547753144?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/4347423435547753144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/4347423435547753144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year.html' title='The New Year'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-5125784980474294466</id><published>2010-12-22T11:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T11:29:32.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Here are a few random thoughts about Christmas.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most profound event of history is God's intervention in the world of humanity.&amp;nbsp; The Creator came to live among his creatures.&amp;nbsp; He still intervenes today with his Spirit, and it is still most profound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is&amp;nbsp;the season of peace and joy, but the traditions of the season seem to squeeze out the peace and joy.&amp;nbsp; Even if we had time to relax and celebrate, we might try to fill it up with busyness.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Jesus were to celebrate Christmas, I wonder what he would do.&amp;nbsp; I imagine that he would do something nontraditional, counter cultural.&amp;nbsp; He might not even decorate his house.&amp;nbsp; To be sure, his celebration would be selfless, showing God's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need regular events to get us out of the routine.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes we hear God speak the best when we are a little off-balance in life.&amp;nbsp; Christmas celebrations help break up the mundane rituals of daily life, so that we can have time to reflect.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear God speak, and see God work this Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-5125784980474294466?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/5125784980474294466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/5125784980474294466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-thoughts.html' title='Christmas Thoughts'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-6718995706033476830</id><published>2010-12-09T12:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T12:03:03.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What if...?</title><content type='html'>This is one of the most powerful questions, when asked about the right things.&amp;nbsp; It is also one of the most annoying questions when wielded by curious preschoolers, but that's another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we ask far-out questions, we really begin to use our imaginations.&amp;nbsp; What if you just got a million dollars?&amp;nbsp; Easily we can dismiss that question, knowing that it will never happen.&amp;nbsp; Or will it?&amp;nbsp; Even if it doesn't happen, we can be stretched by considering the possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's favorite "what ifs" are different.&amp;nbsp; What if she says yes?&amp;nbsp; What if I get the promotion?&amp;nbsp; What if I had the perfect day?&amp;nbsp; What if terrorists came to Christ?&amp;nbsp; What if Jesus gave me the opportunity of a lifetime...what would it look like?&amp;nbsp; What if I actually enjoyed school?&amp;nbsp; What if I tried to make my marriage work?&amp;nbsp; What if I could kick this habit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God can take our imaginations and lead us to greater service for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/TQELiyZ4yVI/AAAAAAAAAss/-AJYctxYDGA/s1600/DSC_0058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/TQELiyZ4yVI/AAAAAAAAAss/-AJYctxYDGA/s320/DSC_0058.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What if you took a moment and wondered, what if?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-6718995706033476830?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/6718995706033476830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/6718995706033476830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-if.html' title='What if...?'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/TQELiyZ4yVI/AAAAAAAAAss/-AJYctxYDGA/s72-c/DSC_0058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-1454633981163141309</id><published>2010-12-07T11:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T11:55:34.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Parade Time!</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite events every year is the Stokesdale Christmas Parade, and it is coming up this Saturday!&amp;nbsp; Our church is mobilizing to serve the community again.&amp;nbsp; We will serve snacks and hot beverages, provide a free concert in front of the Fire Station, and announce the parade floats as they come by downtown.&amp;nbsp; This is&amp;nbsp;one way&amp;nbsp;we can&amp;nbsp;give to the community at Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/TP5mVeMLhlI/AAAAAAAAAso/TuBnAqanM_0/s1600/DSC07347.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/TP5mVeMLhlI/AAAAAAAAAso/TuBnAqanM_0/s320/DSC07347.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our Christmas Parade Concert, 2007&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Every year our folks step up to make this event happen.&amp;nbsp; We have people providing snacks, workers to serve food and drink, sound techs and musicians to share music with the town.&amp;nbsp; Because we don't have materials for a stage this year, we are arranging to borrow a flatbed trailer for that purpose.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We have so much to praise God for, especially this year, and I'm glad we can proclaim his goodness in the public square!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our concert will begin around noon, and the parade starts at 2 p.m., this Saturday, December 11.&amp;nbsp; It's going to be a beautiful day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-1454633981163141309?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/1454633981163141309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/1454633981163141309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/12/parade-time.html' title='Parade Time!'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/TP5mVeMLhlI/AAAAAAAAAso/TuBnAqanM_0/s72-c/DSC07347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-5814920347261297057</id><published>2010-11-21T19:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T19:06:33.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>El Señor</title><content type='html'>I love being corrected by my kids.&amp;nbsp; (Not really.)&amp;nbsp; In my sermon this morning, I noted that in Spanish, "El Señor" can refer to God.&amp;nbsp; In the same way, in the days of Jesus, the word for "Lord" can also mean "sir."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter corrected me.&amp;nbsp; El Señor does not mean "God," she informed me.&amp;nbsp; It means "Lord."&amp;nbsp; OK, I stand corrected.&amp;nbsp; But that works even better with my illustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I be wrong and be even more right than I thought I was?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-5814920347261297057?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/5814920347261297057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/5814920347261297057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/11/el-senor.html' title='El Señor'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-8187897253568068990</id><published>2010-11-15T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T20:18:48.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Giving</title><content type='html'>I love Thanksgiving.&amp;nbsp; And it's not because of all the great food.&amp;nbsp; I plenty of&amp;nbsp;great food all through the year.&amp;nbsp; I like&amp;nbsp;Thanksgiving because it is not&amp;nbsp;polluted by all the busyness of other holidays.&amp;nbsp; OK, by "other holidays" I mean&amp;nbsp;Christmas.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today&amp;nbsp;I got a Thanksgiving card.&amp;nbsp; I like the idea of sending Thanksgiving cards.&amp;nbsp; In fact, I think that our culture should move the gift-giving tradition to Thanksgiving, too.&amp;nbsp; That way we could really focus on Jesus at Christmas, and on our blessings at Thanksgiving.&amp;nbsp; Giving stuff seems more appropriate at Thanksgiving.&amp;nbsp; "Giving" is even part of the holiday's name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I haven't done any Thanksgiving shopping, so I guess I won't be making that transition this year.&amp;nbsp; But I do want to&amp;nbsp;do my Christmas giving&amp;nbsp;with the kingdom of God in mind.&amp;nbsp; I am asking Jesus to guide me as I give.&amp;nbsp; It's really all about him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-8187897253568068990?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/8187897253568068990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/8187897253568068990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/11/real-giving.html' title='Real Giving'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-218751814544515135</id><published>2010-11-03T14:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T14:16:03.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Third Grade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/TNGZB7kt7QI/AAAAAAAAAsk/-_-XR5oTD9M/s1600/DKB+third+grade+class,+Mrs+Durham.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/TNGZB7kt7QI/AAAAAAAAAsk/-_-XR5oTD9M/s320/DKB+third+grade+class,+Mrs+Durham.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Facebook friend recently posted a photo of our third grade class at Joyner Elementary School in Greensboro.&amp;nbsp; This post generated a long list of comments from classmates and others at Joyner, 1970-1971.&amp;nbsp; Suddenly we are all eager for a reunion!&amp;nbsp; (That's me on the far right wearing the Cub Scout uniform.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always looked back at third grade with a profound fondness.&amp;nbsp; When this picture showed up on fb, I realized a few things.&amp;nbsp; First, I never realized that so many of my memories from elementary school were all connected with the same class.&amp;nbsp; Second, I discovered that lots of my classmates feel the same way I do.&amp;nbsp; Finally, I am surprised at the wealth of positive emotions I find associated with that chapter of my life -- it is a stark contrast with the feelings of insecurity associated with my high school years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who set the culture for our class was our teacher, Mrs. Pearl Durham.&amp;nbsp; From an adult's perspective, I can really appreciate all her innovative, creative teaching methods.&amp;nbsp; She gave us one of the greatest gifts:&amp;nbsp; freedom.&amp;nbsp; Anyone could go to the restroom without asking permission:&amp;nbsp; she had two textile spools, about 8 inches long, one for the boys and one for the girls, placed in the chalkboard tray.&amp;nbsp; When a boy needed to use the restroom, he&amp;nbsp;would take the boys' spool with him down the hall, and return it to the tray when he came back.&amp;nbsp; No tugging on Mrs. Durham's skirt -- we handled the responsibility ourselves, waiting for the spool to return, if necessary.&amp;nbsp; Man, she was smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a lot of free time in class when we could work independently on assignments.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;There was a card file box with several sections in which we could find ideas for creative writing; I loved going to the box to find just the right idea for a fun story.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than once she had ice cream brought to the class, in those little tubs with wooden spoons.&amp;nbsp; Clearly that's the way to a third grader's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She arranged for our class to go to a recording session at a radio station, and later we heard our class on air!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a train ride from Greensboro to High Point, where we ate breakfast at (what seemed to be) a fancy restaurant.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A caravan of moms met us there and brought us home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We put on a play based on the first book in the "The Little House on the Prairie" series.&amp;nbsp; I only had one line, but I still remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this was packed into one year of school.&amp;nbsp; Wow!&amp;nbsp; I thank God for Mrs. Durham.&amp;nbsp; I want to be like her when I grow up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-218751814544515135?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/218751814544515135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/218751814544515135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-third-grade.html' title='My Third Grade'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/TNGZB7kt7QI/AAAAAAAAAsk/-_-XR5oTD9M/s72-c/DKB+third+grade+class,+Mrs+Durham.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-1522136401190339827</id><published>2010-10-25T20:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T20:57:56.269-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Tricks</title><content type='html'>There are some dirty tricks out there.&amp;nbsp; The commercials tell us that there are only "easy" payments.&amp;nbsp; Ever heard about the "gut-wrenching" payments?&amp;nbsp; Ever made one?&amp;nbsp; Or a hundred of them?&amp;nbsp; The idea that it's better to have it now and pay for it later is, I believe, a dirty trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the ridiculous email phishing schemes:&amp;nbsp; "I'm a poor widow in [some foreign country], and I'll give you $10,000 if you'll just give me your bank account number."&amp;nbsp; It's a dirty trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the ubiquitous lie that stuff will make you happy.&amp;nbsp; It's a dirty trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do have an enemy who is seeking to deceive us all the time.&amp;nbsp; He will put thoughts into our heads.&amp;nbsp; "That person doesn't like you."&amp;nbsp; "All you need is a little bit more."&amp;nbsp; "You are not ever going to succeed."&amp;nbsp; "God is holding out on you."&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's my favorite:&amp;nbsp; "It's too late.&amp;nbsp; You can't make up for lost time.&amp;nbsp; You may as well give up."&amp;nbsp; I say it's my favorite, not because I like it, but because I constantly fall for it.&amp;nbsp; But I'm getting better at recognizing the enemy's tactics.&amp;nbsp; I can see how he's trying to deceive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you?&amp;nbsp; Do you see his dirty tricks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is seeking to wreck your life.&amp;nbsp; Or at least neutralize you.&amp;nbsp; He wants to wreck your relationships.&amp;nbsp; He wants to destroy your courage.&amp;nbsp; He wants nothing good for you.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to be aware that our enemy is always on the prowl.&amp;nbsp; Don't fall for his dirty tricks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-1522136401190339827?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/1522136401190339827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/1522136401190339827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/10/dirty-tricks.html' title='Dirty Tricks'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-7547316036187409264</id><published>2010-10-15T09:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T09:51:32.055-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers I never prayed</title><content type='html'>I know that every kid has frustrating habits.&amp;nbsp; Mine do.&amp;nbsp; Today I just jumped on my daughter for such a transgression.&amp;nbsp; (Yes, I have such habits as well, but that's another subject.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it occurred to me:&amp;nbsp; I should pray about that.&amp;nbsp; I should ask God to work in her life.&amp;nbsp; Why has that not occurred to me before?&amp;nbsp; I must be stupid.&amp;nbsp; No, faithless&amp;nbsp;is more like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm wondering what else I have never prayed for.&amp;nbsp; Jesus said that we should ask.&amp;nbsp; I'm just not asking enough.&amp;nbsp; He wants to make a difference in my life, and in the lives of those I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can pray for the car to work right, for my grass to grow (it needs help), for my habits to become more like Christ's, for all those annoying habits in others, for my finances, for my vacation, for ... well the list is truly endless.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is shocking to me how much of my life seems to be outside the realm of prayer.&amp;nbsp; How many prayers have I never prayed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, please show me what to pray for.&amp;nbsp; Forgive me for not believing that all of life belongs to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-7547316036187409264?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/7547316036187409264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/7547316036187409264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/10/prayers-i-never-prayed.html' title='Prayers I never prayed'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-2935328908853768550</id><published>2010-10-13T22:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T22:06:43.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask, Seek, Knock</title><content type='html'>Reading in Matthew 7 today I came across the familar passage in which Jesus says,&lt;em&gt; "Ask and you will receive; seek and you will find; knock and the door shall be opened to you..."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if these three commands indicate a progression.&amp;nbsp; First we ask God for something.&amp;nbsp; We just ask.&amp;nbsp; Then we seek it out.&amp;nbsp; We get going, looking, pursuing.&amp;nbsp; And when we find it, we knock, expecting it to open.&amp;nbsp; We begin passively and get more aggressive at each step.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the three commands, only one can be fulfilled through our own effort.&amp;nbsp; We can seek and find on our own. The first and last commands require someone else to act.&amp;nbsp; We can ask, but someone must respond if we are to receive.&amp;nbsp; We can knock, but someone else must open the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The process begins with God's gracious answer and ends with God providing opportunity.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start asking.&amp;nbsp; I need to seek what he wants me to find.&amp;nbsp; I need to knock at the right doors.&amp;nbsp; God eagerly desires to pour out his blessings.&amp;nbsp; I need to ask, seek and knock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-2935328908853768550?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/2935328908853768550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/2935328908853768550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/10/ask-seek-knock.html' title='Ask, Seek, Knock'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-1284706384503202298</id><published>2010-10-12T22:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T22:05:53.641-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks to God</title><content type='html'>I had a big surprise on Sunday.&amp;nbsp; We were celebrating our Tenth Anniversary as a church, appropriately at 10:00&amp;nbsp;on 10-10-10.&amp;nbsp; We saw slides of our journey together and all ten of our meeting places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten people shared their stories about God working their lives through Crossroads.&amp;nbsp; Tears were shed, lives were touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was surprised when the church presented me with a gift, a card and a check.&amp;nbsp; Whoa!&amp;nbsp; I did not see that coming.&amp;nbsp; The card was signed by nearly everyone in the church.&amp;nbsp; I really like the gift -- a Bible bound in beautiful fine leather.&amp;nbsp; My old NIV was falling apart at the binding.&amp;nbsp; It would have lasted another 3 months before falling apart.&amp;nbsp; The new one is well bound and should last for decades.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than the gift, I am touched by the thought, the love, the joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am humbled to serve such a loving God who would allow me to serve such gracious people.&amp;nbsp; They are more than gracious.&amp;nbsp; They are fun, kind, and excited about Jesus.&amp;nbsp; "I thank my God every time I remember you..."&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To God I am eternally grateful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-1284706384503202298?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/1284706384503202298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/1284706384503202298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/10/thanks-to-god.html' title='Thanks to God'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-2390753611601651506</id><published>2010-10-06T10:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T10:51:18.098-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Only Thing that Matters</title><content type='html'>What if nothing mattered but God?&amp;nbsp; That's the attitude of the Servant in Isaiah 49:4, a prophetic passage about the coming Messiah.&amp;nbsp; He says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have spent my strength in vain and for nothing.&amp;nbsp; Yet what is due me is in the LORD's hand, and my reward is with my God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want some rewards now.&amp;nbsp; If I work hard at any task, I want to see some payoff.&amp;nbsp; When I do yard work, I want to see green grass.&amp;nbsp; When I plan an event, I want it to run smoothly.&amp;nbsp; When I pour my heart out in a sermon, I want to see God working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Servant was willing to pour out his life and completely trust God to take care of his reward.&amp;nbsp; It didn't matter if he saw results here and now.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is a life lived with abandon to God.&amp;nbsp; It is a life of freedom, and even joy.&amp;nbsp; It's joy that comes from beyond this world.&amp;nbsp; That's the kind of life I want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-2390753611601651506?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/2390753611601651506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/2390753611601651506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/10/only-thing-that-matters.html' title='The Only Thing that Matters'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-8346934497811987019</id><published>2010-09-30T17:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T17:14:02.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots to Celebrate</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/TKTzOwFvNyI/AAAAAAAAAsg/PiwmBISEEME/s1600/DSC02317.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/TKTzOwFvNyI/AAAAAAAAAsg/PiwmBISEEME/s320/DSC02317.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The old Church of the Living God building in Stokesdale&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;In April of 2000, Crossroads began regular weekly worship celebrations.&amp;nbsp; We met in this building, the old building of the Church of the Living God.&amp;nbsp; Because they worship on Saturdays, they allowed us to use this building on Sundays.&amp;nbsp; It was quite a blessing for us to have a place to gather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Our journey has taken us to ten different Sunday morning meeting places!&amp;nbsp; There were many times that I wondered how God would work things out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Now we are celebrating ten years of ministry in the Stokesdale community.&amp;nbsp; God has done a lot through&amp;nbsp;this energetic group of believers.&amp;nbsp; We have hosted community worship services, had floats in the Christmas Parade, provided live music for Stokesdale Community Days, helped in the Good Samaritan Food Pantry, served at Stokesdale Business Association Business Fairs, hosted Fifth Sunday Sings, provided parade announcers for parades in Stokesdale and Summerfield, given away pool noodles at two marinas on Belews Lake, baptized in lakes and church sanctuaries, sent youth on out-of-state mission trips, sent adults on mission trips domestically and internationally, and, well the list goes on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/TKTzBS5f19I/AAAAAAAAAsc/FO3NsJsHy-8/s1600/DSC08107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/TKTzBS5f19I/AAAAAAAAAsc/FO3NsJsHy-8/s320/DSC08107.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Connection Point, November 2009, beginning the up fit&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;On Easter Sunday this year we moved to a new place called Connection Point.&amp;nbsp; Because the church owns the building, we have many new opportunities to serve.&amp;nbsp; We want it to be a place where people connect -- with God, one another and the community.&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We are celebrating what God has done, and looking forward to what God will do in the next ten years!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿ So, on Sunday morning, October 10, 2010 at 10:00, we are celebrating 10 years of God at work.&amp;nbsp; It's gonna be a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-8346934497811987019?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/8346934497811987019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/8346934497811987019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/09/lots-to-celebrate.html' title='Lots to Celebrate'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/TKTzOwFvNyI/AAAAAAAAAsg/PiwmBISEEME/s72-c/DSC02317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-2179103108936377211</id><published>2010-09-13T15:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T15:52:44.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What we can do</title><content type='html'>We have to work together.&amp;nbsp; A young man at our worship celebration yesterday told&amp;nbsp;a story about teamwork.&amp;nbsp; As an Army recruit, he has begun his training.&amp;nbsp; And he has always tried to do his best.&amp;nbsp; He wants to outwork all the other recruits -- be the fastest, strongest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His drill instructor shared a key insight with him.&amp;nbsp; "On the battlefield, it doesn't matter what &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; can do.&amp;nbsp; It matters what &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;y'all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; can do."&amp;nbsp; After hearing this he was ready to help his fellow soldiers through the obstacle course.&amp;nbsp; That helped the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great lesson for all of life.&amp;nbsp; We are doing nearly everything with others.&amp;nbsp; When we work together, the job is better all the way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also need to be on the lookout for the enemy who would divide us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-2179103108936377211?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/2179103108936377211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/2179103108936377211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-we-can-do.html' title='What we can do'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-3167953721554897576</id><published>2010-09-06T09:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T09:11:25.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What about Ground Zero?</title><content type='html'>There has been no shortage of opinions about the effort to build a mosque near the site where the Twin Towers once stood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a couple of issues here.&amp;nbsp; First, there are legal issues.&amp;nbsp; Apparently the interested parties have every legal right to build the mosque.&amp;nbsp; With freedom of religion in our country, everyone has equal protection under the law, and there is no legal reason to deny the construction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other issue I see is one of philosophy.&amp;nbsp; Members of this religion have repeatedly stated that they want to destroy our country.&amp;nbsp; I do not know of any other religion which has made a similar declaration.&amp;nbsp; The Communists after WWII and the Fascists during WWII clearly wanted to destroy the United States, but they were more easily recognized as national movements.&amp;nbsp; They were identified as governments,&amp;nbsp;not a religious group.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we have religious extremists who want to destroy us, and &amp;nbsp;have repeatedly acted out violence against us.&amp;nbsp; It seems that they may be preying upon our niceness.&amp;nbsp; We are too nice and tolerant to stop them as they infiltrate our society with the intention of destroying us from without and within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As&amp;nbsp; planes were enroute to destroy the twin towers, terrorists told the passengers to keep their seats, and no one would be hurt.&amp;nbsp; They preyed upon our trust, naivete and goodness.&amp;nbsp; Those cooperative passengers perished, along with nearly 3,000 others.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The philosophy in which lying and treachery are justified as means of advancing a religious war is dangerous.&amp;nbsp; Clearly those who carried out the 9/11 attacks in 2001 were willing to do and say anything to achieve their goal.&amp;nbsp; Those bombings were part of the holy war against the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideally, the mosque would voluntarily be build in another location.&amp;nbsp; But I find that unlikely.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are left with two questions:&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Are all (or many) Muslims really out to kill those of different faiths?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;How much freedom will we grant to those who seek to kill us?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-3167953721554897576?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/3167953721554897576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/3167953721554897576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-about-ground-zero.html' title='What about Ground Zero?'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-7807762583047392028</id><published>2010-08-30T10:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T10:06:21.481-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dixie's Origin</title><content type='html'>I have wondered where the term "Dixie" came from, and how it came to refer to the American South.&amp;nbsp; I came across the answer today, doing some background study for an economics seminar with Classical Conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A recent issue of &lt;em&gt;Kids Discover&lt;/em&gt; magazine was dedicated to the history of money, from ancient times to today.&amp;nbsp; In the early decades of American history, there was no real standard currency.&amp;nbsp; During the 1830s a bank in New Orleans printed some $10 notes, on which they used the French word for ten, &lt;em&gt;dix.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; People began calling these bank notes "dixes" or "dixies."&amp;nbsp; Over time, the term Dixie referred to Louisiana, and eventually the whole south.&amp;nbsp; [&lt;em&gt;Kids Discover&lt;/em&gt;, Vol. 20, Issue 4, April 2010]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's an interesting bit of Southern trivia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-7807762583047392028?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/7807762583047392028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/7807762583047392028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/08/dixies-origin.html' title='Dixie&apos;s Origin'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-5202639130634503037</id><published>2010-08-26T12:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T12:34:52.195-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We all have a history</title><content type='html'>The more I study history, the more clear it becomes that people are not perfect.&amp;nbsp; More specifically, we are all descendants of opportunistic people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cache2.artprintimages.com/p/LRG/16/1655/JMXGD00Z/himani-hula-hawaii-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" ox="true" src="http://cache2.artprintimages.com/p/LRG/16/1655/JMXGD00Z/himani-hula-hawaii-3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Western influence on Hawaii, for example, may seem paternalistic or motivated by greed.&amp;nbsp; In 1778, Captain James Cook discovered the island as he looked for the Northwest Passage.&amp;nbsp; With Hawaii on the map of Westerners, the islands became targets for merchants and missionaries.&amp;nbsp; What would have happened if the "real" culture of Hawaii had not been disturbed?&amp;nbsp; Well, according to some historical theories, the islands of Hawaii were first discovered and inhabited by people from the islands of Marquesas.&amp;nbsp; Centuries (?) later, the people of Tahiti also discovered Hawaii, and brought with them new elements of culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when you think of the "real" culture of Hawaii, is it that of the Marquesas or the Tahitians?&amp;nbsp; And doesn't real Hawaiian culture include the famous luau tradition?&amp;nbsp; I was surprised to learn that the luau tradition was actually brought to Hawaii by Westerners.&amp;nbsp; So what is the pure culture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(We also need to ask if original, native cultures are worth preserving.&amp;nbsp; In some lands, the native culture includes cannibalism.&amp;nbsp; Should that be preserved? But that is another discussion.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We naturally want things to be right and fair.&amp;nbsp; But human history is full of conquest.&amp;nbsp; I expect that nearly every land in the world has been conquered at one time or another.&amp;nbsp; It did not take long in history for there to be no pure cultures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As lands were conquered, wrongs were done.&amp;nbsp; Everyone today is descended from a combination of victors and victims.&amp;nbsp; The wrongs of history cannot be undone.&amp;nbsp; Perhaps, for recent history, some compensation can be made for victims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the grander scheme of life, we can only do what is right in the here and now.&amp;nbsp; I follow the laws of real estate for the current government of my land, not the laws of the Native Americans who once lived here.&amp;nbsp; I can't undo the past, but I can live honorably in the context of my life.&amp;nbsp; It's the best I can do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-5202639130634503037?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/5202639130634503037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/5202639130634503037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/08/we-all-have-history.html' title='We all have a history'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-2847218849831785088</id><published>2010-08-16T13:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T13:04:36.098-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating Baptism</title><content type='html'>Yesterday at Belews Lake we celebrated new life as two people were baptized.&amp;nbsp; It was a great time of excitement about the redemption of Jesus and the encouragement of fellow believers.&amp;nbsp; As the crowd gathered in the light rain, we all felt a spirit of excitement.&amp;nbsp; It was inspiring to see so many come together to share the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baptism reminds us of several things.&amp;nbsp; First it remindes us that Jesus died for us and was buried in a tomb.&amp;nbsp; On the third day he rose from the dead, winning the victory over death.&amp;nbsp; Second, it reminds us that anyone who comes to trust Christ has put to death the old, sinful nature, and has received new life in Jesus.&amp;nbsp; Third, baptism reminds us that we have friends and encouragers who will walk with us through the good times and the bad times of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, baptism reminds us that belonging to Jesus is a reason to celebrate!&amp;nbsp; He frees us from our guilt, gives us spiritual eyes to understand the truth, and showers us with his love.&amp;nbsp; In Jesus we are truly free and truly alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven rejoices with us when someone says through baptism, "I belong to Jesus!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-2847218849831785088?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/2847218849831785088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/2847218849831785088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/08/celebrating-baptism.html' title='Celebrating Baptism'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-6636875414809625133</id><published>2010-08-05T13:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T13:34:02.491-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life to the Max</title><content type='html'>I'm reading a book called &lt;em&gt;A Thomas Jefferson Education&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; It has lots of good ideas about learning and teaching.&amp;nbsp; The most important insight is that students have to take responsibility for their own learning.&amp;nbsp; Teachers can't make students learn.&amp;nbsp; Unless the student wants to learn, he will never do more than the bare minimum.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus also wants us to take responsibility for our own spiritual growth.&amp;nbsp; Loving God means knowing him, growing in our relationship with him.&amp;nbsp; We can read the Bible and pray with a sense of obligation, but unless we bring a hunger for God, we will never really become intimate with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we miss out on intimacy with God, then we have missed out on the best part of life.&amp;nbsp; So, I want to be a student, a disciple, of Jesus.&amp;nbsp; I want life to the max.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-6636875414809625133?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/6636875414809625133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/6636875414809625133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/08/life-to-max.html' title='Life to the Max'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-2859361868280595981</id><published>2010-07-20T15:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T15:53:18.761-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth the Effort</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/TEX9o6QrqFI/AAAAAAAAAsM/q0k-J0Otc98/s1600/DSC04415.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/TEX9o6QrqFI/AAAAAAAAAsM/q0k-J0Otc98/s200/DSC04415.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;There is always more to learn.&amp;nbsp; I love it when I read a passage and find a new insight, something so obvious that I wonder how I ever missed it before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Reading Job 28 we find the words of Job himself, a man crushed emotionally and devastated physically, describing the material treasures of the earth and comparing them with the value of wisdom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;He describes the process of mining for silver and gold, digging and tunnelling through the rock to find treasure.&amp;nbsp; Not much has changed in the 4000 (?) years since these words were written.&amp;nbsp; We still want the treasures of the earth, and we still dig holes to get to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/TEX9Nv4a94I/AAAAAAAAAsE/lv7ATSVqrgA/s1600/DSC04423.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/TEX9Nv4a94I/AAAAAAAAAsE/lv7ATSVqrgA/s320/DSC04423.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;All this effort effort goes into finding treasure, Job says, but we don't work nearly as hard to get the stuff of real value.&amp;nbsp; "Man does not comprehend [wisdom's] worth," he says in v. 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I working hard enough to gain wisdom?&amp;nbsp; I need to use the right tools:&amp;nbsp; humility, listening, asking, reading, thinking and praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to do the right kind of mining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-2859361868280595981?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/2859361868280595981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/2859361868280595981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/07/worth-effort.html' title='Worth the Effort'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/TEX9o6QrqFI/AAAAAAAAAsM/q0k-J0Otc98/s72-c/DSC04415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-5738274914030251687</id><published>2010-07-14T11:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T11:58:02.728-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Control</title><content type='html'>Americans have always been suspicious of those who want control.&amp;nbsp; Pilgrims came across the Atlantic to get away from those who would control their religious beliefs.&amp;nbsp; The colonists rejected the control of the British government, which sometimes set policy from across the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/TD3eFjHTTvI/AAAAAAAAAr8/cw2R5ooRWms/s1600/DSC08046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/TD3eFjHTTvI/AAAAAAAAAr8/cw2R5ooRWms/s320/DSC08046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old West was populated by people who wanted freedom and elbow room.&amp;nbsp; They rejected the control of those in the East.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the study of history is a study of which people were governing or controling others.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes those controling forces were miltary, sometimes religious, sometimes both.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes those forces were benevolent, but often they were not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God seeks to control us, but not by force, and not by religion.&amp;nbsp; He wants to change who we are on the inside, so that we freely choose to do what is right.&amp;nbsp; That is life and freedom.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And it brings us joy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-5738274914030251687?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/5738274914030251687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/5738274914030251687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/07/control.html' title='Control'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/TD3eFjHTTvI/AAAAAAAAAr8/cw2R5ooRWms/s72-c/DSC08046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-7505435005301925578</id><published>2010-07-07T20:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T20:26:35.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>American Openness</title><content type='html'>In the U.S. we value truth.&amp;nbsp; Truth figures prominently in our Declaration of Independence.&amp;nbsp; In the first amendment of our Constitution, we provide for the freedom of the press.&amp;nbsp; While many government actions have been kept quiet, we value the "right to know."&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/TDUa6TH1zsI/AAAAAAAAAr0/JXlDYlgIHrQ/s1600/DSC08041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/TDUa6TH1zsI/AAAAAAAAAr0/JXlDYlgIHrQ/s320/DSC08041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our spirit of openness seeks to shine light on even the dark episodes of our own history.&amp;nbsp; We don't ignore our history of slavery, but but recognize it as an institution of gross immorality.&amp;nbsp; We can evaluate our leaders of the past, without having to whitewash their images for propaganda purposes.&amp;nbsp; We can request the publication of documents under the Freedom of Information Act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we demand that government business be conducted in the open.&amp;nbsp; Except for matters of national security, we don't like secrets.&amp;nbsp; The secrecy of this year's health care debate among our legislators struck a nerve with Americans.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We value openness.&amp;nbsp; We want to know how our government is working.&amp;nbsp; After all, we are governing ourselves.&amp;nbsp; We are the government.&amp;nbsp; We do need for our citizens to be informed.&amp;nbsp; That requires freedom of speech and freedom of the press.&amp;nbsp; We can ask anything.&amp;nbsp; I'm naturally curious, so I like asking questions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-7505435005301925578?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/7505435005301925578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/7505435005301925578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/07/american-openness.html' title='American Openness'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/TDUa6TH1zsI/AAAAAAAAAr0/JXlDYlgIHrQ/s72-c/DSC08041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-2344380906907596574</id><published>2010-07-05T21:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T21:48:38.764-04:00</updated><title type='text'>American Cooperation</title><content type='html'>Another thing I like about our country is the spirit of cooperation.&amp;nbsp; When our mission team went to Jamaica last year, one of the nationals saw us working together, building concrete columns.&amp;nbsp; He noted that we could cooperate, each man doing a different job for the project.&amp;nbsp; He did not often find that spirit of cooperation among his own people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/TDKKkeRT74I/AAAAAAAAArs/z3Oxipeg-W8/s1600/DSCN2575.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/TDKKkeRT74I/AAAAAAAAArs/z3Oxipeg-W8/s320/DSCN2575.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm learning that other cultures are not accustomed to such teamwork.&amp;nbsp; As Americans, we just take it for granted.&amp;nbsp; We have corporate teams, sports teams, even teams of emergency workers -- each person does his or her job to complete the task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our culture of freedom allows us to be creative and inventive -- think about the light bulb, phonograph, airplane, assembly line, etc..&amp;nbsp; Then our culture of cooperation helps us bring the dreams to reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-2344380906907596574?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/2344380906907596574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/2344380906907596574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/07/american-cooperation.html' title='American Cooperation'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/TDKKkeRT74I/AAAAAAAAArs/z3Oxipeg-W8/s72-c/DSCN2575.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-2611932148371652143</id><published>2010-07-02T10:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T10:31:10.125-04:00</updated><title type='text'>These truths are self-evident</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/TC34HM6GPhI/AAAAAAAAArk/BeKbt_KQUDY/s1600/DSC08043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/TC34HM6GPhI/AAAAAAAAArk/BeKbt_KQUDY/s320/DSC08043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've been more and more interested in what makes this a great country.&amp;nbsp; As we celebrate our independence, I want to brag on our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all begins with the truths that we hold to be self-evident:&amp;nbsp; that all men are created equal and are endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rights, including life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.&amp;nbsp; In 1776 we said to the world, "We can all agree on this..."&amp;nbsp; Certain rights come from God, not government.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our country was founded on freedom as a gift from God, not a privilege to be granted by government.&amp;nbsp; By appealing to God and setting people free, our founders unleashed the power of the human spirit to create the greatest, most prosperous society in history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a Republic, Benjamin Franklin said, if we can keep it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-2611932148371652143?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/2611932148371652143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/2611932148371652143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/07/these-truths-are-self-evident.html' title='These truths are self-evident'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/TC34HM6GPhI/AAAAAAAAArk/BeKbt_KQUDY/s72-c/DSC08043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-9140571015826949140</id><published>2010-06-22T14:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T14:18:38.155-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The King and I</title><content type='html'>Watching the &lt;a href="http://www.tgrc-nc.com/"&gt;TGRC&lt;/a&gt;'s production of &lt;em&gt;The King and I &lt;/em&gt;was a fun experience.&amp;nbsp; I shed tears watching my daughter play the part of Eliza, the lead role in the play within the play.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/TCD7LaUUI3I/AAAAAAAAArc/MtMvPDZAp-s/s1600/DSC08345.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/TCD7LaUUI3I/AAAAAAAAArc/MtMvPDZAp-s/s320/DSC08345.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I also found myself shedding tears for the king.&amp;nbsp; He has invited an English school teacher to come to Siam&amp;nbsp;and teach his 67 children.&amp;nbsp; Set in the early 1860s, the story shares the difficulties of Eastern culture meeting Western culture.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The king longs to bring his country into the modern era, and he sees the value of the "scientific" ways of the West.&amp;nbsp; But the culture shock is more than he expects.&amp;nbsp; Anna, the teacher, respectfully presses him without hesitation about traditions and culture she finds offensive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;She particularly hammers him about his promise to provide a house for her and her young son.&amp;nbsp; The king claims not to remember such a promise, and as king, he says that only his memory matters.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The East/West&amp;nbsp;tensions mount over issues such as slavery, women's roles, polygamy, and justice. &amp;nbsp;His view of a strong king includes ruling his people with fear.&amp;nbsp; The breaking moment for him comes when he is ready to whip a runaway slave girl.&amp;nbsp; The king wants to show that he is a strong king by whipping this teenage girl, held down by two grown men.&amp;nbsp; The irony is more than he can bear, and he becomes a broken man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prevailing wisdom teaches that all cultures are equally valid and good.&amp;nbsp; But is that true?&amp;nbsp; Is a culture&amp;nbsp;with slavery just as good as one that emphasizes freedom?&amp;nbsp; Is ruling with fear as&amp;nbsp;good as ruling with law?&amp;nbsp; When promises mean nothing, is society better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, why was the Eastern king seeking a teacher from the West, instead of vice versa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Western culture has its flaws, to be certain, and I think we can learn a lot from Eastern cultures.&amp;nbsp; But every culture benefits when it recognizes truth and adjusts to truth.&amp;nbsp; The real rub is not the clash of cultures, but the battle between truth and man-made traditions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-9140571015826949140?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/9140571015826949140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/9140571015826949140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/06/king-and-i.html' title='The King and I'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/TCD7LaUUI3I/AAAAAAAAArc/MtMvPDZAp-s/s72-c/DSC08345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-1955855602130754645</id><published>2010-06-19T20:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T20:46:20.779-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baptisms</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday we had the privilege of celebrating new life in Christ through baptism.&amp;nbsp; It is always a joy to know that Jesus has transformed a life.&amp;nbsp; His work of transformation lasts a lifetime, but the moment a believer acknowledges Jesus publicly through immersion is&amp;nbsp; a sacred moment.&amp;nbsp; It is a time to reflect on God's goodness in loving someone into relationship with himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the weather also made last Sunday's baptism memorable.&amp;nbsp; As we began gathering at the lake, just before 2:00, the clouds also gathered.&amp;nbsp; Soon there were rumbles of thunder.&amp;nbsp; When we began our baptims, there was a look of urgency on the faces of the crowd.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't see it, but streaks of lightning were clearly visible behind me.&amp;nbsp; I did hear the thunder.&amp;nbsp; It kept getting louder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately Jesus held off on the rain, and there were no close calls with lightning strikes.&amp;nbsp; I'm glad that none of us got an early trip to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had planned to have a fun time swimming after the baptisms, but by 2:30 the rain was coming in torrents, and everyone was safely away from the beach.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time we baptize, I hope we all get to swim.&amp;nbsp; But better than that is&amp;nbsp;hearing the stories of Jesus giving&amp;nbsp;life, joy and hope.&amp;nbsp; That never gets old.&amp;nbsp; I love displays of God's&amp;nbsp;power.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-1955855602130754645?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/1955855602130754645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/1955855602130754645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/06/baptisms.html' title='Baptisms'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-1457861998852633976</id><published>2010-06-16T13:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T13:42:05.305-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Woship, Nurture, Work</title><content type='html'>The Radical Life Process, as I call it, describes the way that God develops us, from the inside out.&amp;nbsp; I see the process working in three concentric spheres.&amp;nbsp; At the core, we Center on God.&amp;nbsp; In the middle layer, we Connect in Relationship.&amp;nbsp; On the outer layer, we Change the World.&amp;nbsp; I see this process throughout the scripture, as the way God matures us and makes us like Jesus.&amp;nbsp; I plan to write a book someday.&amp;nbsp; (Don't laugh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I keep developing this model, God continues to give me new insights.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Center layer, our focus is on Worship.&amp;nbsp; We get to know God, and we get to know ourselves in relationship to him.&amp;nbsp; That's what worship is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Connection layer, our focus is on Nurture.&amp;nbsp; We develop integrity as we nurture our souls.&amp;nbsp; We deepen community as we nurture our relationships with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Change the World layer, our focus is on Work.&amp;nbsp; We engage life as we pursue our life's work.&amp;nbsp; That work may be a job or career, but that work may be something else we feel passionate about.&amp;nbsp; We pursue the thing that God has created us to do.&amp;nbsp; Then we live radically, as all the layers of our lives line up.&amp;nbsp; We live in the power of the Spirit of God to accomplish that work he has for us.&amp;nbsp; We give him glory, he gives us complete joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's real living.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-1457861998852633976?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/1457861998852633976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/1457861998852633976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/06/woship-nurture-work.html' title='Woship, Nurture, Work'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-5551951404070223712</id><published>2010-06-10T11:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T11:13:36.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Getting Things Done</title><content type='html'>Last fall sometime I got the book &lt;em&gt;Getting Things Done&lt;/em&gt;, by David Allen.&amp;nbsp; I pledged to cyber-space that I would let you know how it's working for me.&amp;nbsp; I haven't forgotten about it, and I've been working on it.&amp;nbsp; This week I got an old-fashioned paper calendar/planner.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far the GTD system has helped me a lot.&amp;nbsp; I'm not quite working the system properly, though.&amp;nbsp; I'm trying to figure out the difference between my projects lists, my projects folders, and my Next Actions list.&amp;nbsp; I know there is a solution, and I'm re-reading those sections of the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm not the best at grasping the obvious.&amp;nbsp; In any event, my organization is worlds better than it used to be.&amp;nbsp; There's some good tweaking to be done.&amp;nbsp; I'll put that on my Next Actions list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-5551951404070223712?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/5551951404070223712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/5551951404070223712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/06/almost-getting-things-done.html' title='Almost Getting Things Done'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-6155115831703984793</id><published>2010-06-08T13:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T13:34:09.208-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The way into fellowship</title><content type='html'>How do you become part of a community?&amp;nbsp; It takes time and it takes some things in common.&amp;nbsp; Living in a town or a neighborhood can make you part of a community.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Christian fellowships, being part of the community involves believing, belonging and behaving.&amp;nbsp; These three elements don't all come at the same time.&amp;nbsp; Some fellowships require that you first believe as they do about cultural, moral and spiritual matters.&amp;nbsp; Secondly, you must behave as they do, following the rules, both written and unwritten.&amp;nbsp; Finally, if you can pass these tests, you are accepted and you belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with this order of business is that the cost of belonging is so great that few people can rise to the challenge.&amp;nbsp; Such fellowships of believers remain small, and can become clique-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A better way to grow a community is to change the order of the steps.&amp;nbsp; People can be allowed first to belong, warts and all.&amp;nbsp; In a loving environment, the Holy Spirit can work in their hearts and lead them to believe.&amp;nbsp; Once they belong and believe, they have the will to behave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Holy Spirit, living in the new believer, helps him or her want to change behavior, to become more like Christ.&amp;nbsp; The others in the fellowship can provide the love, support and accountability that makes the transformation possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe loving our neighbors where they are is a good place to start.&amp;nbsp; We bring people into fellowship through belonging, believing and behaving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-6155115831703984793?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/6155115831703984793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/6155115831703984793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/06/way-into-fellowship.html' title='The way into fellowship'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-4407406868647252672</id><published>2010-06-01T13:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T13:09:28.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How could they?</title><content type='html'>I am amazed at the ancients.&amp;nbsp; I was inspired to pick up Augustine's Confessions today, and I marvel at the detail of his account and the depth of his insights.&amp;nbsp; Before he came to Christ, he struggled with discovering truth.&amp;nbsp; He tested the ideas of the prevalent gnostic religion of the day, and his search for truth led him to Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After these years of searching and discovery, Augustine wrote multiple books, commentaries and essays.&amp;nbsp; He drank deeply of the classical works of Greek philosophy and passed the truths of these non-Christian writers along to Christian thinkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What amazes me his how prolific men like Augustine were.&amp;nbsp; They read and studied vast works of the thinkers before them.&amp;nbsp; And they did it without the incandescent light bulb, and without reading glasses.&amp;nbsp; I imagine that large-print scrolls were hard to come by, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, they wrote so thoughtfully.&amp;nbsp; I would feel quite accomplished if I could just read all the works of Augustine.&amp;nbsp; But he read all the works of all the ancient philosophers, grappled with the ideas, came to his own conclusions and THEN wrote voluminously about them.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we have word processors.&amp;nbsp; (Wish I had a computer back in my college days.)&amp;nbsp; We have spell checkers in our computers and thesauruses on line.&amp;nbsp; We have lights and glasses to help us see.&amp;nbsp; The information available to us in an instant is staggering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, yes, there are a lot of people who write a lot of stuff today. But rarely do we find someone as thoughtful and profound as Augustine.&amp;nbsp; It's not hard to see how someone could write volume after volume today--it's easy.&amp;nbsp; So how did they do it hundreds of years ago?&amp;nbsp; I'm amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for my confession.&amp;nbsp; I began reading Confessions probably 15 years ago.&amp;nbsp; I'm maybe a third of the way through the book.&amp;nbsp; But today, for the first time, I think I get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-4407406868647252672?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/4407406868647252672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/4407406868647252672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/06/how-could-they.html' title='How could they?'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-3032628121744395288</id><published>2010-05-27T15:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T15:33:11.062-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids just aren't safe anymore</title><content type='html'>The latest menace is Silly Bandz.&amp;nbsp; Those shaped rubber bands -- the ones that look like animals or rockets or waves -- could be dangerous to your children.&amp;nbsp; Sound the alarm.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turns out, these rubber bands could actually constrict the flow of blood to the hands.&amp;nbsp; It's the tourniquet effect.&amp;nbsp; Some kids like to wear hundreds of these bands,&amp;nbsp;all up and down their arms.&amp;nbsp; Having lots of Silly Bandz indicates high status on the playground.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the government will require the manufacturer to have a warning label.&amp;nbsp; Maybe they will tell you how many you can safely wear on your arm.&amp;nbsp; Maybe they will put these behind the counter at Wal-Mart, so only responsible adults can purchase them.&amp;nbsp; There could be public service announcements.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Parents, do you really know how many Silly Bandz your child has on his arm?&amp;nbsp; Oh it looks like fun, but wearing these bands could result in gangrene.&amp;nbsp; Is it really worth it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or parents could instruct their children not to cut off their blood flow.&amp;nbsp; Is it too much to expect parents to teach common sense to their kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, you can cut off your circulation with ordinary rubber bands, too.&amp;nbsp; When I did that as a kid, my mom told me not to.&amp;nbsp; "It can cut off your circulation," she told me.&amp;nbsp; Wow, apparently she's smarter than a lot of parents today.&amp;nbsp; And I still remember the lesson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-3032628121744395288?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/3032628121744395288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/3032628121744395288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/05/kids-just-arent-safe-anymore.html' title='Kids just aren&apos;t safe anymore'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-7884104776802799153</id><published>2010-05-21T16:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T16:41:14.952-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper or electrons</title><content type='html'>I'm considering getting an old-fashioned paper calendar again.&amp;nbsp; For years I carried a pocket Day-Timer everywhere I went.&amp;nbsp; Then, in 2003 I got a Palm Pilot PDA.&amp;nbsp; I could justify spending the money because I would no longer have to buy those expensive Day-Timers every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the PDA was not everything I had hoped for.&amp;nbsp; It did a fair job keeping me organized, but I never enjoyed entering "graffiti" with a stylus.&amp;nbsp; When I got my first laptop in 2006, I could carry my computer with my Outlook calendar.&amp;nbsp; Who needs a PDA?&amp;nbsp; I used Outlook's calendar fairly well for a few years.&amp;nbsp; This year I had to get a new laptop, and I planned to purchase the Microsoft Office suite, including Outlook.&amp;nbsp; The clerk told me that MS is moving away from Outlook.&amp;nbsp; They have something newer and better.&amp;nbsp; Fine.&amp;nbsp; I got Office without Outlook, and went looking for a new calendar system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I'm using Google Calendar.&amp;nbsp; It's OK for an electronic calendar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here is my problem with electronic calendars:&amp;nbsp; There is no real permanent record.&amp;nbsp; I suppose I could dredge up my Palm PDA software and try to find the files on my old desktop.&amp;nbsp; But I think that all those files have now been deleted.&amp;nbsp; I can turn on my old laptop and pull up my Outlook data from the archives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually I'll donate these old computers to Good Will or something.&amp;nbsp; Before I do, I'll reformat the hard drives and get rid of all that information.&amp;nbsp; I suppose I could copy the files onto some storage device, and hope that I could pull out the info later if needed.&amp;nbsp; Nah.&amp;nbsp; It's too much trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with my old paper calendars, I've got all that history right at my fingertips.&amp;nbsp; I know right where they are (more or less).&amp;nbsp; When I pull them out, there are no compatibility issues, no archives to dig through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popular formats of electronic calendars will probably change every few months from now on.&amp;nbsp; Whatever I choose will be obsolete in a matter of mere months.&amp;nbsp; But paper is always there.&amp;nbsp; Yeah, I could print out my electronic calendar every month, but that's too much trouble.&amp;nbsp; I'm not even sure how to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why do I want a permanent record anyway?&amp;nbsp; Hey, I've looked back through those old Day Timers many times.&amp;nbsp; I nearly always find exactly what I'm looking for.&amp;nbsp; But rarely have I looked through my Outlook or Palm files.&amp;nbsp; I'm not sure that old info is even there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-7884104776802799153?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/7884104776802799153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/7884104776802799153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/05/paper-or-electrons.html' title='Paper or electrons'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-2229938540446605014</id><published>2010-05-17T18:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T18:06:21.551-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Connected at Connection Point</title><content type='html'>We had our first fellowship meal at Connection Point yesterday!&amp;nbsp; Of course we ate pizza and sat on boxes on the last Sunday in March, but this was our first real meal.&amp;nbsp; Our hospitality team did a great job planning, coordinating and serving the meal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had&amp;nbsp; special prayer time in our worship celebration, asking God to provide for our financial needs.&amp;nbsp; We are "this close" to having all our work paid for, but the home stretch of paying our last subcontractor bills has been a real challenge.&amp;nbsp; It is really hard for a church hit hard by unemployment to go to the well again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the spirit of Hezekiah's prayer in 2 Kings 19, we took the bills and laid them out before the Lord in worship.&amp;nbsp; We asked him to provide, not knowing how he would choose to do so.&amp;nbsp; As it turned out, we received enough special offerings to pay the most urgent bills.&amp;nbsp; We also received a challenge from an anonymous donor.&amp;nbsp; The donor promises to match all our gifts received next Sunday!&amp;nbsp; I never saw that coming.&amp;nbsp; But then, that's how God works -- with surprises.&amp;nbsp; He also always provides for the the things he calls for.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are getting connected at Connection Point, but we are not there yet.&amp;nbsp; While we were enjoying fellowship after worship, my daughter (who had left earlier) was trying to reach me and Lisa on the cell phone.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, still no cell signal in the building.&amp;nbsp; We are working on that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-2229938540446605014?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/2229938540446605014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/2229938540446605014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/05/getting-connected-at-connection-point.html' title='Getting Connected at Connection Point'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-8961056662309100614</id><published>2010-05-06T17:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T17:47:43.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why are you alone?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes we face situations by ourselves.&amp;nbsp; When David was fleeing from Saul in 1Sam. 21, he runs to the priest at Nob.&amp;nbsp; The priest asks, "Why are you alone?&amp;nbsp; Why is no one with you?"&amp;nbsp; The priest knew David, and knew that he never traveled alone.&amp;nbsp; The priest was obviously -- and rightfully -- concerned about David's situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may need to ask that question more these days.&amp;nbsp; Might need to ask ourselves the question.&amp;nbsp; Why am I facing this situation all alone?&amp;nbsp; Am I shutting people out?&amp;nbsp; Am I avoiding meaningful conversations?&amp;nbsp; Or is this situation just one of things you have to do alone?&amp;nbsp; I think that only a very few situations are really that isolating.&amp;nbsp; We just choose to go it alone.&amp;nbsp; And it only makes it worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David's response to the question is interesting.&amp;nbsp; Like any normal person, he lies.&amp;nbsp; "Oh...uh...I'm on a secret mission for the king.&amp;nbsp; Yeah, that's it."&amp;nbsp; Sure you are.&amp;nbsp; I get the feeling that the priest doesn't buy it, but he agrees to help David anyway.&amp;nbsp; He gives him bread and a sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone ever ask you why you are living life alone?&amp;nbsp; Do you respond truthfully to that?&amp;nbsp; If you are a loner, you may be cutting yourself off from the best things in life.&amp;nbsp; After all, the best things in life are relationships, not achievements.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We work so hard to achieve something in life.&amp;nbsp; If we succeed, then we may become proud and self-centered.&amp;nbsp; If we fail, we may feel dejected and worthless.&amp;nbsp; But "success" in the world's eyes is really not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we really long for is relationship.&amp;nbsp; That is the substance of fulfillment in life.&amp;nbsp; God gives us a relationship with him through Jesus Christ.&amp;nbsp; He then empowers every other relationship we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have to do life alone.&amp;nbsp; Reach out to someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-8961056662309100614?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/8961056662309100614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/8961056662309100614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-are-you-alone.html' title='Why are you alone?'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-9050143247759033377</id><published>2010-04-28T18:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T18:43:33.007-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Enigmatic Saul</title><content type='html'>As I read through 1 Samuel, I have come across one of the most puzzling characters in the Bible.&amp;nbsp; Saul was the first king of Israel, anointed by Samuel for the job.&amp;nbsp; God selected Saul, a young man who stood much taller than other men.&amp;nbsp; He seemed to have all the right stuff for leadership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel promised the young man that God would come upon him in power, and that Saul would be&amp;nbsp;a different person.&amp;nbsp; Sure enough, as Saul left Samuel, "God changed Saul's heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saul was even humble.&amp;nbsp; After being anointed as king, he didn't tell anybody.&amp;nbsp; Only when Samuel called him out publicly did Saul acknowledge that God had called him as the nation's leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But soon the power of kingship went to Saul's head.&amp;nbsp; He began taking shortcuts with his instructions from Samuel.&amp;nbsp; He tried to justify his actions and explain his good reasons for disobedience or "near obedience."&amp;nbsp; At one point he even asks Samuel to make him look good in front of the people, in spite of his disobedience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually God removes his hand of blessing and decides to take the kingdom away from Saul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really gets bad when David comes into the picture.&amp;nbsp; Saul becomes convinced that David is conspiring to kill him and take the throne.&amp;nbsp; Saul behaves like a madman, suspecting everyone of treason.&amp;nbsp; His bizarre behavior actually leads some of his subjects to work around him, but not to kill him.&amp;nbsp; Saul eventually dies on the battlefield, having led his army to defeat.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I wonder, what's up with Saul?&amp;nbsp; Did God really change his heart?&amp;nbsp; Did Saul change it back?&amp;nbsp; Was God's work in his life conditional upon Saul's obedience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that God changes hearts today.&amp;nbsp; He transforms lives.&amp;nbsp; He puts his Holy Spirit in us to lead us and to change our patterns of behavior.&amp;nbsp; This work of God depends not on our righteousness, but on the righteousness of Jesus, who gave his life as a sacrifice for us on the cross.&amp;nbsp; We can't undo the work of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I just don't get Saul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-9050143247759033377?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/9050143247759033377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/9050143247759033377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/04/enigmatic-saul.html' title='Enigmatic Saul'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-8677690225800839353</id><published>2010-04-21T22:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T22:25:08.179-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Disillusioned</title><content type='html'>I'm reading &lt;em&gt;A Patriot's History&lt;/em&gt; now, and learning everything I never knew from American history.&amp;nbsp; Somehow I missed a lot of important stuff in my school years.&amp;nbsp; For example, I knew that Benedict Arnold was a traitor, but in reading this book I learned exactly what he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I am learning is that the partisan spirit has always been part of American politics.&amp;nbsp; Last year I&amp;nbsp;read Washington's Farewell Address, in which he warns of the dangers of opposing parties seizing political power from one other in alternating elections.&amp;nbsp; On that basis, I assumed that after the Constitution was ratified in 1788, everyone got along like one big happy family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We speak of our "Founding Fathers," and what they would say about various issues today.&amp;nbsp; What I&amp;nbsp;am learning about our history is that different founding fathers had different (strong) opinions about how government should work, and what government should do.&amp;nbsp; We have always had opposing points of view, struggling mightily with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really amazes me is that both the Jeffersonian and the Washingtonian camps have left important marks on our history and traditions.&amp;nbsp; From today's vantage point, it seems like we received the best from both extremes.&amp;nbsp; If either party in the country's infancy had had full sway, our country would not be nearly as great as it is today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my illusion that political fighting is something new is just that--an illusion.&amp;nbsp; Now I'm trying to wrap my head around what really makes our country great.&amp;nbsp; Why did we get the best from both sides in the controversies?&amp;nbsp; What if each side had left us with its worst ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I read, the more I see God's fingerprints on the history of this nation.&amp;nbsp; Yes, we had egregious faults, especially allowing slavery anywhere, any time.&amp;nbsp; But somehow, God, I believe, has really blessed us.&amp;nbsp; And I think he has blessed us for a reason.&amp;nbsp; Why has he so blessed me that I could be a part of this nation?&amp;nbsp; I'm trying to find out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-8677690225800839353?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/8677690225800839353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/8677690225800839353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/04/disillusioned.html' title='Disillusioned'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-1364040886806832346</id><published>2010-04-13T20:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T20:28:04.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger</title><content type='html'>I'm not normally an angry person.&amp;nbsp; I'm glad, too, because it takes a lot of energy.&amp;nbsp; I got angry this week over some personal issues, and I learned a few things.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, anger affects the way I relate to everything and everyone.&amp;nbsp; It doesn't just affect my relationship with person I'm angry with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being angry changes the way I see everything.&amp;nbsp; Fun things are not as fun.&amp;nbsp; Beauty is not as beautiful.&amp;nbsp; I cannot think very clearly when I'm angry.&amp;nbsp; I have to measure my words, and my thoughts seem to swirl in my head, defying me to express them.&amp;nbsp; And that's how I feel talking to a complete stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being angry makes me tired.&amp;nbsp; I get exhausted when I'm angry.&amp;nbsp; I need a lot of sleep anyway, and anger makes it even worse.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a long time for me to get angry, but when I get there, I tend to camp out.&amp;nbsp; My anger is always so righteous; I like to enjoy being so right when someone else is so wrong.&amp;nbsp; (symptom of unclear thinking)&amp;nbsp; Eventually reality sets in, and I see that I have to move beyond my anger.&amp;nbsp; Often I realize that I wasn't nearly as right as I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine living every day angry, like some people seem to do.&amp;nbsp; I don't think I could get enough sleep.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels good to move beyond anger and return to joy.&amp;nbsp; That's where I really want to camp out.&amp;nbsp; The joy of the Lord is our strength, said Nehemiah.&amp;nbsp; No wonder I was so tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-1364040886806832346?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/1364040886806832346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/1364040886806832346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/04/anger.html' title='Anger'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-2604753560986102536</id><published>2010-04-08T10:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T10:57:54.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reset</title><content type='html'>When your electronic device gets gummed up, you hit the reset button.&amp;nbsp; It shuts off, then reloads all the background software.&amp;nbsp; Your gadget gets a fresh start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in life you get to start all over:&amp;nbsp; starting a new job, moving to a new town, going to a new school.&amp;nbsp; These are times in life when you expect to reset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other times in life you get surprised by a reset:&amp;nbsp; health crisis, accident, loss of job, broken relationship, loss of home, unexpected opportunity.&amp;nbsp; Reset times, regardless of the source or timing, provide an opportunity for God to steer us on a new course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what happens when lots of people find themselves in the reset mode, all at the same time, in the same community?&amp;nbsp; It's a great opportunity for God to steer people TOGETHER&amp;nbsp;in a new direction.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Crossroads, we have a huge reset now with a new facility.&amp;nbsp; We have been working toward this for months, and finally last Sunday we had our first worship celebration at Connection Point.&amp;nbsp; It is still a work in progress, and we are planning toward a grand opening in September.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the reset of Crossroads, together with the reset of so many people in our church, looks like a grand opportunity for God to do something new, something big.&amp;nbsp; We need to seek his leadership.&amp;nbsp; We need to follow him boldly.&amp;nbsp; We need to consider all kinds of new possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cards are shuffled.&amp;nbsp; The old normal is gone.&amp;nbsp; Now what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here we are, Lord.&amp;nbsp; Send us!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-2604753560986102536?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/2604753560986102536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/2604753560986102536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/04/reset.html' title='Reset'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-975734611718469978</id><published>2010-03-31T22:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T22:09:31.674-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Help</title><content type='html'>We have been putting the not-quite-final touches on Connection Point this week.&amp;nbsp; We are very excited about having our first worship celebration there this Sunday.&amp;nbsp; Everyone has shown up to help with the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday it was amazing to watch as we took down and packed up all our stuff from the Longhouse.&amp;nbsp; I don't think anyone left without helping in some way.&amp;nbsp; Even without anyone calling the shots, every piece of furniture and every piece of hardware was quickly loaded on trucks and trailers.&amp;nbsp; Then the building got clean.&amp;nbsp; I'm not even sure who did it.&amp;nbsp; It happened so fast, probably while I was in the crawl space untangling cables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same crew came to Connection Point, not just to deliver, but to work.&amp;nbsp; We got the construction dust thoroughly removed, installed some ceiling tiles and began to organize our stuff in our new space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I have seen lots of people&amp;nbsp;at CP, doing whatever needs to be done.&amp;nbsp; It is amazing help, and I really believe it is inspired by the Holy Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be exciting to celebrate the Resurrection this Sunday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-975734611718469978?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/975734611718469978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/975734611718469978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/03/amazing-help.html' title='Amazing Help'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-9009252374872663446</id><published>2010-03-24T11:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T18:36:14.838-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe Marx was right</title><content type='html'>Karl Marx said that capitalism is a step along the way to socialism.&amp;nbsp; This is a very uncomfortable thought to me, I must confess.&amp;nbsp; To gain some perspective, it helps to look at a little history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the late 1700s, there was a lot of dialogue about what makes a good government.&amp;nbsp; John Locke (1638-1715) and French enlightenment philosopher Montesquieu (1689-1755) advocated the separation of powers in government.&amp;nbsp; Our constitutional form of government was forged during this era of philosophical/political thought.&amp;nbsp; Government should be limited, they believed, and this is clearly expressed in the the Tenth Amendment of our Constitution:&amp;nbsp; "The powers not delegated to the United States by the Constitution, nor prohibited to it by the States, are reserved to the States respectively, or to the people."&amp;nbsp; In other words, the powers given by the Constitution are the only powers the federal government can have.&amp;nbsp; This provides for most laws to be determined by individual states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus our Founders put together a system of government, based on the prevailing wisdom of the day, and began the great experiment in government known as the United States of America.&amp;nbsp; It was based on the belief that liberty is a gift from the Creator and not to be taken away by any government.&amp;nbsp; With that freedom comes the right to free enterprise, or freedom to carry on commerce with limited interference.&amp;nbsp; We also know this system as capitalism.&amp;nbsp; The wisdom of this experiment can be seen with over 200 years of freedom and unprecedented prosperity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is a problem with capitalism.&amp;nbsp; The owners of the means of production can become selfish.&amp;nbsp; They can begin to seek only profit, while taking advantage of the workers.&amp;nbsp; Think of history's sweatshops and factories relying on child labor.&amp;nbsp; Marx (1818-1883) said that these conditions are a necessary by-product of capitalism, and that the workers will eventually push for a more "fair" distribution of profits and ownership.&amp;nbsp; This has happened in Eastern Europe through bloody revolutions, and has happened in Western Europe through democratic reforms leading to socialism.&amp;nbsp; Most of Europe is now socialist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things have not (yet) gone that way in the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scottish moral philosopher Adam Smith (1723-1790) in his book called &lt;i&gt;The Wealth of Nations&lt;/i&gt;, describes the process of free enterprise as a self-regulating system.&amp;nbsp; The marketplace rewards innovation and quality, while punishing poor systems and low quality.&amp;nbsp; The marketplace takes care of this as people buy good products and services and don't buy the bad stuff.&amp;nbsp; Good businesses prosper, bad businesses go broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this system to work, however, Smith notes that the culture must have a moral foundation.&amp;nbsp; Entrepreneurs must be motivated by more than pure financial profit.&amp;nbsp; They must also seek to benefit society through their businesses:&amp;nbsp; they provide valuable goods and services, they provide jobs for their employees, and they also feed their own families (that is, they earn a profit).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The U.S. was begun with a uniquely moral foundation, based upon the Christian beliefs of many who settled here from Europe.&amp;nbsp; Historically, our nation has experienced numerous "awakenings," in which great numbers of people have surrendered to Christ.&amp;nbsp; This moral foundation has served as a check against raw capitalism.&amp;nbsp; It was the moral outcry that shut down the sweatshops and led to laws against child labor, for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the United States experienced favorable conditions for prosperity:&amp;nbsp; freedom and morality.&amp;nbsp; The freedom was granted by the Founders who created a form of government and trade based on liberty.&amp;nbsp; The morality was the inheritance of the early settlers who sought freedom of religion.&amp;nbsp; Of course neither our commerce nor our morality has been perfect.&amp;nbsp; There have been many failures in both areas.&amp;nbsp; But the free market, based upon morality, has arguably produced the greatest nation in world history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when the Church fails to share the gospel, problems develop.&amp;nbsp; Capitalists forget that there is&amp;nbsp; a higher value than profit.&amp;nbsp; The poor become neglected as the church lets government feed the needy.&amp;nbsp; The social unrest creates the conditions that Marx describes.&amp;nbsp; The masses come to prefer the security of a strong government to the freedoms which made our country great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, where will we go from here?&amp;nbsp; If we rely on the prevailing philosophical/political thoughts of today, then we will clearly head toward socialism.&amp;nbsp; That's where Europe has gone.&amp;nbsp; I do not believe that the European Union can begin to match the greatness of our country.&amp;nbsp; Marx seems to have ignored the corruption that comes with power.&amp;nbsp; The Soviet Union collapsed, in part, because of the corruption of its leaders.&amp;nbsp; Notably, one other contributing factor in the fall of the U.S.S.R. was the rise of the Church behind the Iron Curtain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can return to the political structures of our Constitution, but the freedoms granted there will only go so far without a rise in our national sense of morality.&amp;nbsp; That's a job for the Spirit of God to be carried out through his people, the Church.&amp;nbsp; Jesus changes hearts and lives.&amp;nbsp; We need another awakening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-9009252374872663446?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/9009252374872663446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/9009252374872663446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/03/maybe-marx-was-right.html' title='Maybe Marx was right'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-1808456827607824175</id><published>2010-03-16T22:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T22:08:09.779-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Get 'er done, on taxes</title><content type='html'>I've got less than a month to get my taxes done, so I'm finally buckling down to do it.&amp;nbsp; Every year I promise myself that I will do the taxes in Feb.&amp;nbsp; Then something comes up.&amp;nbsp; So I promise that I'll do them by March 15, still way early.&amp;nbsp; I missed that again this year, so I'm setting my sights on getting them done before April 1.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might actually happen.&amp;nbsp; I sat myself down tonight and began plowing through it.&amp;nbsp; Got a good start on it all, and it's not as bad as I thought it might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of procrastination, there is still something I need to blog about -- David Allen in Getting Things Done explains why only smart people procrastinate.&amp;nbsp; One of these days I'll write about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-1808456827607824175?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/1808456827607824175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/1808456827607824175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/03/get-er-done-on-taxes.html' title='Get &apos;er done, on taxes'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-7139858442867293559</id><published>2010-03-15T12:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T12:23:40.909-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Winding Down and Gearing Up</title><content type='html'>Moving is never easy, and it always helps to have a plan.&amp;nbsp; We are coming along with the construction of Connection Point, and we'll begin taking things out of the Longhouse this week.&amp;nbsp; There will be a wedding at the LH this weekend, so we have to get our band equipment out anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video projector and its cables need to come off the LH ceiling and out from under the building.&amp;nbsp; We will be winding up the various cables and storing them until we are ready to install them in Connection Point.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like we will have a couple of Sundays without our sound system and without video projection.&amp;nbsp; Then we should be ready on April 4 for our Easter service at Connection Point.&amp;nbsp; I hope we can have a rough schedule of the process in the bulletin this Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all the people who helped us clean and dream at CP yesterday.&amp;nbsp; The youth group and several parents came and cleaned up.&amp;nbsp; Meanwhile others were imagining how we will work the staging, sound and video set up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are winding down at the Longhouse and gearing up for a new era of ministry at Connection Point.&amp;nbsp; Thank you, Jesus, for making it happen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-7139858442867293559?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/7139858442867293559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/7139858442867293559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/03/winding-down-and-gearing-up.html' title='Winding Down and Gearing Up'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-4286753688741291035</id><published>2010-03-08T10:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T10:59:34.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nomads or Warriors?</title><content type='html'>Reading Numbers 3 this morning, I saw a portable worship set up.&amp;nbsp; The Levites&amp;nbsp;were the ones who took care of the worship equipment and set up, moving it all from place to place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never noticed that their work was similar to what portable churches do today.&amp;nbsp; Some of the Levites carried tent poles, some the curtains, others the utensils.&amp;nbsp; They had to move the tabernacle around in the desert, following the Pillar of Cloud/Fire.&amp;nbsp; Now, they would set up for up to months at a time, not setting up and taking down every week.&amp;nbsp; But the similarities are there.&amp;nbsp; Eventually, after 40 years, they entered the Promised Land, and the real battles began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years Crossroads has been a nomadic people in Stokesdale.&amp;nbsp; We have met in 9 places:&amp;nbsp; houses, school facilities, a nursing home, borrowed church buildings.&amp;nbsp; Now it seems like we are entering the Promised Land.&amp;nbsp; We have bought a building, and we are completing the construction now to make it an assembly space.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, though, if the battles are just now beginning.&amp;nbsp; We soon will have much more opportunity for ministry.&amp;nbsp; We will be able to share the love of Jesus with our community much better, with a place of outreach and ministry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when Israel went into the Promised Land, they had to fight for it.&amp;nbsp; We have gone through the requisite red tape, but there are certainly spiritual battles ahead.&amp;nbsp; As we work aggressively to build the kingdom of God, there will be spiritual opposition.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to pray for God's leadership, so that his Spirit will guide us and bring us success.&amp;nbsp; The battle is the Lord's.&amp;nbsp; We need to remember that and stay on our knees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-4286753688741291035?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/4286753688741291035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/4286753688741291035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/03/nomads-or-warriors.html' title='Nomads or Warriors?'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-3384009220891520310</id><published>2010-03-03T17:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T17:17:52.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Connection Point construction underway</title><content type='html'>After months of jumping through hoops, we are finally getting our new building ready to use!&amp;nbsp; Materials were delivered yesterday, and crews began work today.&amp;nbsp; We owe a special word of thanks to the men in our church who have been doing all the behind-the-scenes work.&amp;nbsp; From site plans to parking arrangements to blue prints, it is a complicated process.&amp;nbsp; At least it seems complicated to me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now we are moving forward.&amp;nbsp; It is a good thing, too.&amp;nbsp; We need to be moved out of the Longhouse by April 1, so we have only a few more weeks to work with.&amp;nbsp; God has provided exactly what we need at just the right time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The possiblities of the new facility are exciting.&amp;nbsp; This will be a place of ministry to the whole community, and just a tool for building the kingdom of God.&amp;nbsp; I look forward to seeing many lives transformed through the connections made at Connection Point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-3384009220891520310?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/3384009220891520310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/3384009220891520310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/03/connection-point-construction-underway.html' title='Connection Point construction underway'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-6692138607564979527</id><published>2010-03-02T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T21:33:05.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Screen saver</title><content type='html'>Yes, I do love snow.&amp;nbsp; This is the perfect kind.&amp;nbsp; It is falling for hours, sticking a little to the ground, and we're not getting snowed in.&amp;nbsp; Perfect.&amp;nbsp; It also doesn't seem like it will mess up too many scheduled events.&amp;nbsp; And the power hasn't gone out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched it snow tonight for hours, just relaxing while staring into the backyard.&amp;nbsp; The flood lights turn it into a show.&amp;nbsp; It is better than a screen saver -- unpredictable, flowing, changing, peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Jesus, for making your creation beautiful, and for sharing it with us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-6692138607564979527?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/6692138607564979527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/6692138607564979527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/03/screen-saver.html' title='Screen saver'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-6600738156896408377</id><published>2010-02-22T18:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T18:07:51.398-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bold</title><content type='html'>Reading Exodus 33 today, I noticed again what Moses asked of God.&amp;nbsp; At this point, the Israelites have rebelled by making the golden calf.&amp;nbsp; God is so disgusted that he threatens not to accompany his people on the journey to the Promised Land.&amp;nbsp; Moses pushes back, and asks that God reconsider.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In v. 17 God says, "I will do the very thing you have asked, because I am plesed with you and I know you by name."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if I were Moses, at this point I would say, Cool, glad we reached this understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Moses says, "Now show me your glory."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moses knows there is a whole lot more to God than meets the eye.&amp;nbsp; He has seen God reveal himself in a burning bush, ten plagues, a pillar of fire and cloud, a parted sea and water from a rock.&amp;nbsp; Even with all these spectacular revelations, Moses knows that God has more to reveal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dares to ask God to show his glory.&amp;nbsp; I like Moses' boldness.&amp;nbsp; I need that same kind of boldness.&amp;nbsp; As God does miraculous things for us at Crossroads, I need to ask him for more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me your glory, O Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-6600738156896408377?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/6600738156896408377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/6600738156896408377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/02/bold.html' title='Bold'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-5381252279858599348</id><published>2010-02-20T21:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T21:15:24.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympic effort</title><content type='html'>The Olympic games always take me back to childhood.&amp;nbsp; The music alone is so friendly and familiar.&amp;nbsp; It's fun to watch all the competitors.&amp;nbsp; The stories of the athletes tell of dedication and support from families.&amp;nbsp; I was especially touched by the Canadian who won the first ever gold medal earned by a Canadian on Canadian soil.&amp;nbsp; This athlete's older brother has cerebral palsy and serves as his biggest fan.&amp;nbsp; It was great to see them celebrate together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some athletes pay a very high price for their success.&amp;nbsp; They spend years of their lives, sacrificing everything but the sport.&amp;nbsp; Some athletes only see their parents a couple of times a year.&amp;nbsp; They get up at 4 a.m. to train, then go to school.&amp;nbsp; After school they train some more, then stay up late to keep up with their studies.&amp;nbsp; That level of sacrifice is impressive, but I wonder how many of these folks regret what they have missed.&amp;nbsp; Not only do their relationships suffer, but they miss out on a lot of the fun of youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it worth it to win an Olympic medal, if you give up your childhood?&amp;nbsp; I don't think you can make up for the lost years.&amp;nbsp; Most athletes never receive medals.&amp;nbsp; After giving your whole life for something, it must leave you empty when it's all over, with or without a medal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure many dedicated athletes can overcome these challenges, and live a balanced life through their training.&amp;nbsp; But to me, many of these training programs look way out of balance and can keep someone from having a normal life in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet to compete at the highest level, it looks like you have to go for broke.&amp;nbsp; What would it look like if we went for broke in loving Jesus and loving others?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-5381252279858599348?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/5381252279858599348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/5381252279858599348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/02/olympic-effort.html' title='Olympic effort'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-2676619647692087793</id><published>2010-02-17T17:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T17:08:08.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting There!</title><content type='html'>Today we heard from the Stokesdale town planner that our site plan has been approved!&amp;nbsp; I can't believe how long this has taken, but at least we can move ahead with the process of up fitting our new building, Connection Point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From here we apply for permits for our building process.&amp;nbsp; I think this should be fairly straight forward, because we have been working with the authorities in the whole planning process.&amp;nbsp; We will be constructing walls, upgrading the septic system and adding to the HVAC system.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The possibilities are exciting for this new community gathering place in Stokesdale!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-2676619647692087793?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/2676619647692087793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/2676619647692087793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/02/getting-there.html' title='Getting There!'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-8082974993616610707</id><published>2010-02-13T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T20:42:43.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Years</title><content type='html'>On Feb. 13, 2000 Crossroads held its first ever public worship celebration.&amp;nbsp; We rented the Stokesdale School cafeteria, imported some singers, and invited a Sunday school class from Eden to come boost our numbers.&amp;nbsp; We had done plenty of praying and&amp;nbsp;advertising, and trusted God to show up.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the weeks before, we had had about 16" of snow.&amp;nbsp; Seems like we had four good snows that Jan.&amp;nbsp; I was loving it, when it dawned on me that weather could put a damper on our Feb. 13 launch.&amp;nbsp; Suddenly I began praying for God to rein in the weather.&amp;nbsp; He did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a cool, damp day, but nothing frozen.&amp;nbsp; We had greeters with umbrellas to help people get inside.&amp;nbsp; Our children's Sunday school was held in a wide hallway, down from the cafeteria.&amp;nbsp; We did not have access to any classrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was nervous, of course, as I preached on "Getting the Love You Want."&amp;nbsp; Lisa and I sang with the guest vocalists, and we were accompanied by performance tracks.&amp;nbsp; It was a lot of fun, actually.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we've been at it for ten years, and we've met in ten different locations.&amp;nbsp; Soon we will move to Connection Point, a building we are up fitting for worship and ministry.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has happened in the last ten years.&amp;nbsp; These have been the best years of my life, and I have seen God at work the whole time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-8082974993616610707?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/8082974993616610707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/8082974993616610707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/02/ten-years.html' title='Ten Years'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-928172659678263156</id><published>2010-02-08T11:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T11:17:39.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans can change...</title><content type='html'>After an entire weekend without power at my house, I am learning a few things.&amp;nbsp; First, I can't count on things always working out like I plan.&amp;nbsp; Even the best laid plans are subject to...life.&amp;nbsp; In James 4, we see that we have to acknowledge that our ideas for the future are also subject to God's will.&amp;nbsp; That's why we throw around the phrase, "Lord willing..."&amp;nbsp; We know that something can happen to change our plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also learned that communication is different than it used to be.&amp;nbsp; I was w/o power from 4:15 Friday afternoon until about 6:30 last night.&amp;nbsp; We had watched the first half of the Super Bowl at the home of some friends, and got back to an electrified home (YES!), but we had no cable.&amp;nbsp; I had to listen to the second&amp;nbsp;half on an AM radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse than that, I could not check email or even use our digital phone.&amp;nbsp; Good thing we have cell phones.&amp;nbsp; When we got up this morning the cable was working too.&amp;nbsp; Finally.&amp;nbsp; Of course, with an appt in GSO first thing this morning, I did not have time to get connected right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have thought that a weekend away from digital communication would not be such a big deal.&amp;nbsp; It's probably not.&amp;nbsp; It just feels weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-928172659678263156?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/928172659678263156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/928172659678263156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/02/plans-can-change.html' title='Plans can change...'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-5085921366318555623</id><published>2010-02-03T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T10:19:37.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Done</title><content type='html'>I finished &lt;em&gt;Getting Things Done&lt;/em&gt; last night, thanks to snow on the ground and more time to read.&amp;nbsp; The last 3 chapters of the book show how practical organization can lead to greater accomplishments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had some profound things to say about procrastination, but I'll have to blog about that later.&amp;nbsp; What I want to do today is collect all my "stuff" and put it in my in-box.&amp;nbsp; Stuff, as David Allen defines it, is anything you might want to do something about sometime.&amp;nbsp; That's such a broad category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This&amp;nbsp;includes&amp;nbsp;projects at work, projects at home, ideas for developing relationships, trade magazines to read, letters to write, items to get at Wal-Mart, things to repair, etc., etc.&amp;nbsp; In other words, we can get a handle on EVERYTHING we care about doing, or might care about doing at some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This task alone seems daunting to me.&amp;nbsp; But, he says, if you can get a system that captures everything, then you can feel good about what you are &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; doing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall victim to the uneasy feeling that I should be doing something else right now.&amp;nbsp; There is always the possibility that I &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; be engaged in something else:&amp;nbsp; a book I should read, a blog I should write, a book of the Bible I should study, a person I should pray for, a situation that needs my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get it all organized, then I can feel good about what I'm not doing.&amp;nbsp; Then I can really focus on the task at hand, rather than being plagued by a vague sense of foreboding.&amp;nbsp; "Oh yeah, I need to remember to do that...and that...and that..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Allen puts it, the human mind should be engaged in thinking &lt;em&gt;about&lt;/em&gt; things, not thinking &lt;em&gt;of &lt;/em&gt;things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-5085921366318555623?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/5085921366318555623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/5085921366318555623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/02/half-done.html' title='Half Done'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-7172782681148466993</id><published>2010-01-30T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T20:05:19.585-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Old School</title><content type='html'>My 30th high school reunion is this fall.&amp;nbsp; Whoa.&amp;nbsp; I went on to the class reunion website today to fill out my profile.&amp;nbsp; I also signed up to receive emails when certain classmates updated their info.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I read through the list of 524 students, the memories came flooding back.&amp;nbsp; I saw names that I remembered hearing, but could not put a face with.&amp;nbsp; I thought of folks I&amp;nbsp;had forgotten for 30 years.&amp;nbsp; I felt like I was in high school again:&amp;nbsp; Does that person want me to stay in touch?&amp;nbsp; Do they care about me?&amp;nbsp; What would they think?&amp;nbsp; Do they remember me?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never part of the "in" crowd.&amp;nbsp; It always seemed like I was trying to fit in.&amp;nbsp; I guess that made me a normal teenager, but it was not very comfortable.&amp;nbsp; Should be interesting to see these people again.&amp;nbsp; I'm going to get out my old annuals and begin remembering names and faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would much rather just remember the old times than go back and live them again.&amp;nbsp; I'm glad that I'm not who I was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-7172782681148466993?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/7172782681148466993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/7172782681148466993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/01/old-school.html' title='Old School'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-6575294595647153637</id><published>2010-01-29T19:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T19:22:29.975-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Out there</title><content type='html'>I took the Myers-Briggs personality test yesterday and learned that I'm no longer an introvert.&amp;nbsp; I took the test in 1997 and I was clearly introverted.&amp;nbsp; I have noticed my becoming more outgoing, and the MBTI folks noticed, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over all, score as&amp;nbsp;ENTJ,&amp;nbsp;that is, Extrovert-iNtuitive-Thinking-Judging.&amp;nbsp; I'm real high in intuitive and thinking, and just barely in the categories of Extroversion and Judging.&amp;nbsp; Not that there's anything wrong with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just shows that people can change.&amp;nbsp; I may be growing up.&amp;nbsp; Nah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-6575294595647153637?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/6575294595647153637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/6575294595647153637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/01/out-there.html' title='Out there'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-4010941314713686442</id><published>2010-01-26T20:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T20:14:38.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tim Tebow is alive</title><content type='html'>I'm not a Florida Gator fan, but I do have a ton of respect for their QB.&amp;nbsp; He is a superior athlete.&amp;nbsp; And he usually has something curious under his eyes.&amp;nbsp; He puts Bible references on his eye black.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this 2007 Heisman Trophy winner is to be featured in a Super Bowl commercial which celebrates life.&amp;nbsp; His mother was advised in 1987 to abort her son, because she had contracted some serious infection on a mission trip.&amp;nbsp; They told her that she could die in childbirth.&amp;nbsp; She elected to carry her son anyway, and Tim has lived to tell about it.&amp;nbsp; The mother and son are both in the commercial, which has been seen by only a handful of people.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I applaud him for taking a stand for something significant -- something much more important than the Saints or the Colts winning a championship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also applaud CBS for allowing the ad, and I'm looking forward to seeing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-4010941314713686442?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/4010941314713686442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/4010941314713686442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/01/tim-tebow-is-alive.html' title='Tim Tebow is alive'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-1280550493676151846</id><published>2010-01-22T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T22:26:10.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving through Samaritan's Purse</title><content type='html'>As we all wonder what we can do about Haiti, we see lots of worthy relief organizations at work on that island.&amp;nbsp; Donations can be made to many organizations to help.&amp;nbsp; In some ways, it almost seems immaterial which organization receives our dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Crossroads we will be sending our donations to Samaritan's Purse, an organization head quartered here in NC.&amp;nbsp; Through SP we can help bring food, water, medicine and other relief to the hurting Haitians.&amp;nbsp; Franklin Graham says that there will be about six flights per day taking the needed supplies into the disaster area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my prayer that this disaster will become a turning point in the history of that impoverished nation, and that the future would bring much better living conditions for all people there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-1280550493676151846?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/1280550493676151846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/1280550493676151846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/01/giving-through-samaritans-purse.html' title='Giving through Samaritan&apos;s Purse'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-4683058508142251977</id><published>2010-01-20T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T21:59:05.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Curious</title><content type='html'>I'm sucking wind on reading the NT through in 30 days.&amp;nbsp; A couple of days behind.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the NT a lot, but have never read it through in 30 days before.&amp;nbsp; Reading big chunks helps me see the big picture better.&amp;nbsp; But I'm also seeing some interesting details that I've never noticed before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have been reading Mark, and I saw something curious in ch. 8.&amp;nbsp; Jesus meets a blind man in v 22.&amp;nbsp; The man's friends lead him to Jesus and beg the Lord to touch him.&amp;nbsp; Then -- and I had never noticed this -- Jesus takes the man by the hand and leads him outside the village. Hmm.&amp;nbsp; Why did Jesus want to get him out of town?&amp;nbsp; Maybe Jesus just wanted to talk with him along the way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus restores this man's sight partially and then fully:&amp;nbsp; the only two step healing in Jesus' ministry.&amp;nbsp; But why did he have to be out of the village of Bethsaida?&amp;nbsp; You could just ignore that detail, except the last thing Jesus says to him is, "Don't go into the village."&amp;nbsp; Jesus sends the man home, apparently to another town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just curious.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes Jesus does things that we don't understand.&amp;nbsp; He has a reason for everything, but sometimes we just don't get it.&amp;nbsp; Same is true today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-4683058508142251977?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/4683058508142251977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/4683058508142251977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/01/curious.html' title='Curious'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-7025109706809339620</id><published>2010-01-14T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T21:14:28.062-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL Cat Bible</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="versetext"&gt;&lt;span id="8"&gt;I am not making this up.&amp;nbsp; There is a &lt;a href="http://www.lolcatbible.com/index.php?title=Main_Page"&gt;lolcat Bible&lt;/a&gt; "translation" available on the www.&amp;nbsp; This is an open source translation, produced by people who get into the lolcat scene.&amp;nbsp; In honor of my current series on the Ten Commandments, here is the translation of the fourth Commandment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="versetext"&gt;&lt;span id="8"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="8"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="versetext"&gt;&lt;span id="8"&gt;"Remembur Caturday An keep holy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="9"&gt; U ketch mousies 6 dais An finish ketchin, K?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="10"&gt; Caturday, u no ketchin mousies. U An all ur peepz go wrship me. And, if yu beez gudd, I maks it so yu can stays home and do alla stuffs yu wanted tu doos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="11"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I maded heavenz An erth An see An the stuff that does teh funney hoppey stuffz in An on it - so I make it holy cuz I no ketch mousies."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="versetext"&gt;&lt;span id="11"&gt;This fad began with photographs of cats with clever captions rendered in broken English.&amp;nbsp; The lolcat language was used for creating a LOLCODE programming language.&amp;nbsp; Eventually someone took on the big project to translate the Bible, getting many authors to contribute.&amp;nbsp; I'm not sure if the whole Bible is even complete yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="versetext"&gt;&lt;span id="11"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="versetext"&gt;&lt;span id="11"&gt;I have found some of the wording to be, shall we say, off color.&amp;nbsp; The translators most likely did not consult the original Hebrew, Aramaic and Greek texts.&amp;nbsp; God is called "Ceiling Cat," Jesus is "Happy Cat," and Satan is "Basement Cat."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="versetext"&gt;&lt;span id="11"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="versetext"&gt;&lt;span id="11"&gt;I am probably really twisted, but I find the whole idea hysterical.&amp;nbsp; It's not the stuff for personal discipleship, and I can't imagine a lolcat devotional Bible.&amp;nbsp; According to Wikipedia, there may be a lolcat Koran produced, too.&amp;nbsp; That's really insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-7025109706809339620?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.lolcatbible.com/index.php?title=Main_Page' title='LOL Cat Bible'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/7025109706809339620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/7025109706809339620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/01/lol-cat-bible.html' title='LOL Cat Bible'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-8990517068491881717</id><published>2010-01-13T21:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T21:34:55.017-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Needing Grace</title><content type='html'>I began reading the New Testament through in 30 days.&amp;nbsp; First time for me to read the whole thing that fast.&amp;nbsp; I'm not quite current, but I see that there are grace days ahead.&amp;nbsp; I did not finish today's reading, as laid out in the &lt;a href="http://newthru30.com/"&gt;newthru30.com&lt;/a&gt; website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished the book of Matthew already and need to get on the next book, which is Acts.&amp;nbsp; It may really help to read a non-gospel book in between Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John.&amp;nbsp; Looks like a good plan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually becoming a big fan of reading large chunks of scripture at a time.&amp;nbsp; I get much more of the flow of the book that way.&amp;nbsp; Especially when I read the Gospels, I think, "Now, didn't I already read that?"&amp;nbsp; When I read a whole Gospel in a day or two, I can remember better which stories are in that Gospel.&amp;nbsp; I can see connections.&amp;nbsp; I can see what the (human) author was trying to emphasize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard of Christian leaders who would read the whole NT every month.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I'll get there someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-8990517068491881717?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://newthru30.com/' title='Needing Grace'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/8990517068491881717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/8990517068491881717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/01/needing-grace.html' title='Needing Grace'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-4062117122696809914</id><published>2010-01-11T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T21:36:06.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Tickler File"</title><content type='html'>It's a funny name for a filing system, but it shows some potential.&amp;nbsp; In GTD, I learned about this system that lets me plan to address a certain item on a certain day in the future.&amp;nbsp; If I don't want to (or can't) work on something today, I can put it in a folder up to 30 days out.&amp;nbsp; It will automatically remind me to work on that item on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all done with good old manila folders -- very low-tech, but very understandable.&amp;nbsp; I don't want to explain it in detail (like you would want to read that here anyway...), but I do plan on creating such a system.&amp;nbsp; I still haven't finished the book, but I'm about 3/4 through it.&amp;nbsp; I want to wait until I read the whole thing before I go whole hog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned the tickler file system to Lisa, and she said, "Yeah, I already do that."&amp;nbsp; Well thanks for sharing the brilliant idea.&amp;nbsp; No wonder she's so organized.&amp;nbsp; But I'm WAY ahead of her in reading the book.&amp;nbsp; Heh, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also using my label maker on my file folders.&amp;nbsp; It is fun, and I can tell a big difference in my filing cabinet already.&amp;nbsp; I'm filing stuff now, instead of stacking it all up to deal with later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still on board with Getting Things Done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-4062117122696809914?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/4062117122696809914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/4062117122696809914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/01/tickler-file.html' title='&quot;Tickler File&quot;'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-4421896156967020403</id><published>2010-01-09T17:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T17:31:06.934-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>When I was in graduate school, newly married, a friend called me to invite us to come play Rook on a Friday night.&amp;nbsp; I wondered Why?&amp;nbsp; Why me?&amp;nbsp; Why play cards?&amp;nbsp; What's the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was perfectly content to sit at home in our cozy apartment and read or watch our 13-inch b/w TV.&amp;nbsp; It was a lot of trouble to get up and go somewhere.&amp;nbsp; (This was long before having children, so I had no idea what real inconvenience was all about.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not think of any real reason not to go play cards, so we went.&amp;nbsp; I really needed to go, but I didn't know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life seems OK without friends, but God wants us to have a much richer experience.&amp;nbsp; He wants us to connect.&amp;nbsp; He wants us to know other people and be known by them.&amp;nbsp; Friends help us become more like Christ.&amp;nbsp; They encourage us, challenge us, correct us.&amp;nbsp; They build our capacity for joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends help you when your car breaks down or your family breaks up.&amp;nbsp; They are there to say the hard things.&amp;nbsp; They know your heart, and ignore it when you act like a jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of all this, friends are fun.&amp;nbsp; They add real depth to your life.&amp;nbsp; Ideally, our friendships show God's love to the world around us.&amp;nbsp; People see our friendships and understand that being loved is a gift that comes from Him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is all about relationships.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-4421896156967020403?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/4421896156967020403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/4421896156967020403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/01/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-4565478238714927108</id><published>2010-01-07T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T20:59:59.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tweaked</title><content type='html'>Over the weekend I noticed a new green light on my cable TV box.&amp;nbsp; Being new to cable TV anyway, I wasn't sure what the light meant.&amp;nbsp; The label on the box said "bypass."&amp;nbsp; OK, my bypass is on.&amp;nbsp; It didn't hurt though.&amp;nbsp; I mean, the cable picture still worked fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did the online chat with a "technician."&amp;nbsp; Yeah, right.&amp;nbsp; After I waited my 20 min in the queue, I got the technical advice to unplug the box and plug it back in.&amp;nbsp; Actually I did not think of that (shame on me), but it didn't work anyway.&amp;nbsp; The chat guy told me that I needed a service call, which he promptly set up for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tech guy shows up on Wednesday, and with two presses of the remote turns off the bypass light.&amp;nbsp; It would not have caused me a problem b/c it has to do with a feature we don't have.&amp;nbsp; Then he fixed problems I was not aware of.&amp;nbsp; He set the picture to fill up my widescreen set.&amp;nbsp; He adjusted the volume with the box, so that I would not need to turn the TV up to 65 to hear the show.&amp;nbsp; And he adjusted the picture from 780p to 1080p, so that I could really get the full benefit of the HD signal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You really needed a service call, and you didn't know it," he said.&amp;nbsp; Wow.&amp;nbsp; This guy knew his stuff, and he fixed problems that I didn't know I had.&amp;nbsp; It should really improve the TV experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many things God wants to tweak in my life, just so that I can fully experience him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-4565478238714927108?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/4565478238714927108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/4565478238714927108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/01/tweaked.html' title='Tweaked'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-8008529122332228102</id><published>2010-01-06T17:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T17:45:27.345-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy or hard</title><content type='html'>I bought some replacement shoelaces for my daughter's shoes recently.&amp;nbsp; Now the hard part of that project is remembering to buy the laces.&amp;nbsp; The old, knotted strings had to go, but more than once we walked out of Walmart with no replacement strings.&amp;nbsp; Finally we remembered to get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down to perform the surgical procedure.&amp;nbsp; As I began pulling out the leather thong, I noticed that I could not find the other end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I noticed that the laces weave in and out all the way around the heel.&amp;nbsp; I had always thought those laces were purely decorative, but it turns out that they really connect to the tying end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That presented me with two problems.&amp;nbsp; First, I would have trouble threading the laces through a 3-inch subterranean pathway.&amp;nbsp; It's hard to push a string, especially through a long, tight, curved sheath.&amp;nbsp; And the other problem was that I had bought laces that were way too short.&amp;nbsp; Dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I laced them back up, and forced my kid to walk around with knotty shoes again.&amp;nbsp; It wasn't too long before we got some longer strings.&amp;nbsp; By then I had mentally engineered a process for threading the strings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big surprise is that it worked.&amp;nbsp; I taped the new string to the old string and carefully pulled out the old as I threaded the new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I expected to be so hard turned out to be easy.&amp;nbsp; I often find that to be the case.&amp;nbsp; The hard things turn out to be easy.&amp;nbsp; But I never know until I try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-8008529122332228102?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/8008529122332228102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/8008529122332228102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/01/easy-or-hard.html' title='Easy or hard'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-9133778070622783819</id><published>2010-01-04T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T21:44:39.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the swing</title><content type='html'>It was hard for some folks to go back to work today.&amp;nbsp; We get spoiled very easily.&amp;nbsp; It is much easier to go back to work when&amp;nbsp; you know another day off is coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was actually God's idea.&amp;nbsp; His people should never be more than six days away from a real rest.&amp;nbsp; With a schedule like that, going to work ain't so bad.&amp;nbsp; For the Israelites, God also called for several feasts every year.&amp;nbsp; That gives you weeks of celebration thrown in as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this year we can get closer to God's ideal for real living.&amp;nbsp; That's worth celebrating!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-9133778070622783819?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/9133778070622783819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/9133778070622783819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-in-swing.html' title='Back in the swing'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620972778806081963.post-6784684507392306077</id><published>2010-01-02T15:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T15:29:09.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming in 2010</title><content type='html'>I have been working on my new message series on the Ten Commandments, which begins tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; This is a foundational piece of scripture, with implications for history, faith and culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was interested to note that we will be studying the Ten Commandments from Exodus 20 in 2010.&amp;nbsp; Only God could put all that together.&amp;nbsp; Another bonus, Crossroads will be celebrating our Tenth Anniversary on February 14.&amp;nbsp; Got to love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has great insights in his his ten words shared with us for covenant living.&amp;nbsp; I'm eager to dig into the words and learn more of who God is and how he is calling me to live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620972778806081963-6784684507392306077?l=dkbailey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/6784684507392306077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620972778806081963/posts/default/6784684507392306077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkbailey.blogspot.com/2010/01/coming-in-2010.html' title='Coming in 2010'/><author><name>David Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06157887404120823139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCwcFp-RQ4/S3n6_KcncUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1nhd2lhd0Vw/S220/DKBandLicorice+(1).jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
