<?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-29631819</id><updated>2012-01-14T20:34:18.938-06:00</updated><category term='God&apos;s voice'/><category term='eyes of God'/><category term='doubt'/><category term='earth'/><category term='materialism'/><category term='first grade'/><category term='photos'/><category term='John the Baptist'/><category term='eye'/><category term='evolution'/><category term='1967'/><category term='surgery'/><category term='evidence'/><category term='intelligent design'/><category term='truth'/><category term='virgin mary'/><category term='Zacharias'/><category term='gabriel'/><category term='legalism'/><category term='Sunday School'/><category term='age'/><category term='dating'/><category term='authoritarianism'/><category term='agnostic'/><category term='agnosticism'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='science'/><category term='christianity'/><category term='eyes'/><category term='atheist'/><category term='children'/><category term='Religulous'/><category term='romans 8'/><category term='bible'/><category term='ten commandments'/><category term='creation'/><category term='iridology'/><category term='disasters'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='stars'/><category term='alternative medicine'/><category term='parenting'/><category term='rust craft'/><category term='origin'/><category term='scripture'/><category term='atheism'/><category term='behe'/><category term='problem of evil'/><category term='faith'/><category term='context'/><category term='obedience'/><category term='cold reading'/><category term='biblical'/><category term='creationsim'/><category term='virus'/><category term='dust'/><category term='God&apos;s plan'/><category term='gothard'/><category term='ATIA'/><category term='morality'/><title type='text'>despite belief and sincerity</title><subtitle type='html'>seeking the facts in health, religion, and life in general a nurse reflects on reality</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-727540908520088192</id><published>2012-01-14T20:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T20:23:49.945-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Truly at war</title><content type='html'>One of the strangest moments from my childhood involved a Christianconcert I attended with my grandparents about America that ended witha video showing Russian atomic missiles pointed at our country, and adescription of how we will be blown off the earth if Christians didn'tpray hard enough. At the end of the presentation the audience wasencouraged to kneel and pray, and I found myself scooting as far undermy seat as possible in case the bombs fell then and there. JessicaAhlquist (http://jessicaahlquist.com/) highlighted the fact that thisconcern did not die with the Soviet Union. As a teenager I watched aseries of grainy VHS videos circulated by our homeschool groupdescribing how the Clinton administration was secretly removing thefreedom to practice Christianity in the US. I can see the case ofJessica Ahlquist increasing the sense that American Christians areunder attack. For those not aware miss Ahlquist was surprised to findthat her public high school had a Christian prayer banner posted onthe wall. As prayers go it was pretty lame, but it bothered her to thepoint that she sued to have it taken down. This week she won and thebanner is being removed, much to the consternation of Christians allover the country. The same week a suit involving another public schoolwhich invited a Christian rapper to preach in a required assembly wentagainst the Christians involved.Of course the nonreligious in the US are pleased at the results, butthe Christians complain that the war on Christianity in the US isintensifying. I hope my Christian friends see that this is not thecase. A public school is supposed to be a designated safe place forall students whether we are in agreement with their beliefs, but whena nonchristian enters a school that displays hints of Christian biasthe school ceases to be a safe place for that student. There truly isa war in the US, but it really is a war by certain EvangelicalChristians against anything not Christian. In public this war iscouched in terms that focus on promoting morality and character, butthe goal is saving souls any way possible. This makes sense if onewere to consider how real the Gospel message is to the Evangelical.They honestly believe that people are going to hell, and the best timeto reach them is during youth years. If I honestly thought I couldsave someone from certain unspeakable suffering by breaking the lawyou bet I would break any law necessary to save them.My Christian friends ask how a subtle sign or single hour of preachingcan hurt, but they fail to see how pervasive Chrstianity is in ourcountry while there really is little tolerance of other ideas,especially nontheistic ones. This last fall an atheist group walkedquietly in a parade with a banner simply identifying the group andparade-goers were angry that they carried the banner in front ofchildren. In both the cases I mentioned above threats of violence werestated along with the online posting of the addresses of the partiesinvolved with suggestions of the violence that could be done to thosewho oppose Christianity. Nontheists are acutely aware that they willbe targeted for harrassment if they self-identify as nontheistic orexpress nontheistic sentiments. Even more disturbing is theincreasingly public calls for war against Islam in the US. I receivedtwo unsolicited emails this week from a local group directly callingfor a war at any cost against the tolerance for Muslim ideas in theUS. It should not be a surprise that nonchristians in our nation aresensitive to hints of Christian bias in a public school because thosehints point to the fact that certain religious bullying will betolerated against them.So let Tebow do want he wants on the football field. I agree it seemsstrange, but he may end up being one of the few openly Christian guyswho actually lives what he preaches. Let's leave school areligion-neutral place, and let Tebow and his friends fill our popularculture with their faith. There is plenty of room in the culture forall of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-727540908520088192?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/727540908520088192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=727540908520088192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/727540908520088192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/727540908520088192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2012/01/truly-at-war.html' title='Truly at war'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-8995753171767823413</id><published>2012-01-14T20:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T20:21:13.389-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for battle?</title><content type='html'>ACT! for America sent me an e-mail today that exemplifies my worries for the US as I watch American Christians react in fear against perceived threats against them from the nonreligious and Muslims. The e-mail went right to the point of how Muslims want to evangelize the US in order to make our country fit their ideals. It struck me that if I rewrote the email to substitute "Christians" for "Islamists" the e-mail could reflect the worries of the other religions in countries where Christianity is making inroads. I have seen those who come out publicly as atheists or Muslims receive death threats from those self-identifying as Christians, and I wonder how many people that read these e-mails from ACT! for America or other groups asking for Christians to act for the nation's self-defense against Islam and atheism will lead to death threats being acted upon by Christians. It happened to abortionists to "protect the babies" why wouldn't Christians also take up arms to create fear in those who stand for other ideals? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-8995753171767823413?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8995753171767823413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=8995753171767823413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/8995753171767823413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/8995753171767823413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2012/01/time-for-battle.html' title='Time for battle?'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-2005513247828263556</id><published>2011-07-26T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T22:41:37.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gifts</title><content type='html'>I was asked by my nursing director to write a two paragraph note describing how Brookwood hospital supported me through nursing school, and as I set to write my paragraphs it occurred to me that I was given an opportunity that is not available anymore. Opportunity is a funny thing in that most opportunities that we encounter are creatures of our own making. It is only rare that we are given an opportunity for which we are totally unprepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a young, unemployed new father seeking any form of employment when one of my wife's friends suggested I apply for a "scrub" job at two local hospitals. One hospital ignored me completely, but the education nurse for Brookwood's Woman's operating room saw a kid willing to try and she gave me the opportunity to learn how to act as a scrub technician. I knew nothing about the OR and had no clue what a "scrub tech" was, but I jumped into the&amp;nbsp;opportunity&amp;nbsp;with gusto. Here was a chance to see cool things, make money for my young wife and child, and prepare for my future medical&amp;nbsp;career. After six months I was good enough to be considered as an educator of other prospective scrubs, and I learned that one out of ten of my students could make it. Most hospitals have stopped on-the-job training for this type of work because of the high failure rate for trainees, and the new "scrubs" I now meet have completed vocational training at some college or training school. I could not have one of the coolest nursing jobs ever today had that gift been given to me, and, as I wrote to my director, I will ever be grateful for all the help they gave me at Brookwood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another gift of which I became aware recently is the security sound health. After fighting depression for twenty-eight years I thought I was accustomed to my body&amp;nbsp;sabotaging me, but last Wednesday found me in an even more difficult situation as I basically lost the use of my body for a short time for no obvious reason. Over the period of about five minutes I went from standing and helping a friend to being unable to lift my head, open my eyes, or even speak. This is even more strange as I was fully awake and aware of everything happening around me. I heard the voices trying to get me to answer, and the hands moving me onto a stretcher. I heard the&amp;nbsp;panicked&amp;nbsp;breathing of my nursing friends as they rushed the vibrating stretcher down the hall of the hospital to the ER, and yet there was little I could do. I felt like I was tightly wrapped in a warm blanket that I eventually loosened and regained the strength to which I was accustomed. I had words like "stroke" or "seizure" floating around me for a while as I slowly regained my ability to speak, but my doctor is calling it an atypical migraine for now, though I had no headache. I am going to be seeking a second opinion since this was a pretty big event for me, but losing all my voluntary movement for thirty minutes made me realize how much I take for granted. Now every twinge is questioned as the start of another event. I don't know exactly what to think of what I experienced last week, but I do know this- I have been much more lucky than I ever realized!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-2005513247828263556?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2005513247828263556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=2005513247828263556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/2005513247828263556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/2005513247828263556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2011/07/gifts.html' title='Gifts'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-7443132911968419053</id><published>2011-05-22T21:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T22:35:10.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Six reasons not to eat food you make in your own kitchen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A friend of mine posted a link to an article posted in May 2010 and titled "Six Reasons To Say No To Vaccination" It was a strange article which I will say is full of crazy ideas beginning with the statement at the beginning which comments&amp;nbsp;inaccurately&amp;nbsp;that vaccination is controversial. The six "reasons" turn out to be four reasons with one more slightly rephrased and another obvious statement of fact that is not much of an argument against vaccinations. &amp;nbsp;Here they are for a sense of insanity-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;#1: &amp;nbsp; Pharmaceutical Companies Can’t Be Trusted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #333333; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;This section focuses on the problems that have&amp;nbsp;occurred with other pharmaceuticals focusing on unexpected complications and side effects. This would work if the alternative therapies they advocate do not have unexpected complications. We can always make medicines safer and so we test them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;#2: &amp;nbsp; ALL Vaccines are Loaded with Chemicals and other Poisons&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;This is true in a sense, but the "poisons" they are worried about are not really the problem. All of the things we eat contain chemicals and poisons. The fact is that quantity and concentration really matter. As far as "poisons" and chemicals in vaccines they have been found safe for their purpose- studies have been repeated to test this idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;#3: &amp;nbsp; Fully Vaccinated Children are the Unhealthiest, Most Chronically Ill Children I Know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;She needs to meet some kids. Small sample size does not prove anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;#4: &amp;nbsp; Other Countries Are Waking Up to the Dangers of Vaccines&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Other countries believe in elves. Belief and sincerity do not define truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;#5: &amp;nbsp; A Number of Vaccines Have Already Had Problems/Been Removed from the Market&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Restating the first "reason" with a twist. Of course testing a vaccine removes it from the market. Test all your herbs the same way and many of them will be removed too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;#6 &amp;nbsp; You Can Always Get Vaccinated, But You Can Never Undo a Vaccination&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; This statement is a truism. I can say never kiss because you can never undo your first kiss. Sorry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Now for six reasons not to eat your own food-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;#1&lt;b&gt; Your kitchen cannot be trusted&lt;/b&gt;. Many meals every year are unintentionally contaminated with dangerous organisms that sicken and kill people. Just because you know where food come from doesn't mean it is safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;#2: &amp;nbsp; ALL Foods are Loaded with Chemicals and other Poisons&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;As&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;you probably know, plants produce "pesticides" to protect themselves from insects and other organisms. In sufficient amounts these can hurt or kill you or your family yet you knowingly feed these and other chemicals to your family in the form of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;broccoli, carrots, and other vegetables.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;#3: &amp;nbsp; Fed Children are the Unhealthiest, Most Chronically Ill Children I Know. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 22px;"&gt;The biggest pediatric health problem we have in the US is obese children. This problem would be solved by not feeding them any food from your kitchen or anyone else's. It may be&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;uncomfortable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 22px;"&gt;, but, well that's not the point is it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;#4: &amp;nbsp; Other People Are Waking Up to the Dangers of Food.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt; It might be a surprise to find that the necessity of food is not universally accepted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Breatharians believe that food and drink are unnecessary and impure. Since they are sincere I suppose we should believe them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;#5: &amp;nbsp; A Number of Foods Have Already Had Problems/Been Removed from the Market&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;. We all know about the dangers off raw eggs and fat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;#6 &amp;nbsp; You Can Always Eat, But You Can Never Fully Undo an Ingestion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;As soon as you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;put a food item in your mouth certain nutrients are absorbed and become part of your bloodstream. You can't undo that. Sad isn't it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-7443132911968419053?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7443132911968419053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=7443132911968419053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/7443132911968419053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/7443132911968419053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2011/05/six-reasons-not-to-eat-food-your.html' title='Six reasons not to eat food you make in your own kitchen'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-2765846910130996073</id><published>2011-04-05T11:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T11:03:56.372-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='authoritarianism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gothard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scripture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biblical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legalism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doubt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christianity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Flashbacks of the weird kind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ticxD0GfewA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, fun of seeing how far I have come! I watched all the parts of the above documentary by Louis Theroux on the Westboro Baptist Church Cult, and it is amazing how much of what they believe were my deeply held beliefs so many years ago. If you take away the vulgar language that marks so much of what the Family says you will hear what I was taught as a child and young adult. I had such a gut reaction to the statements of the members of The Family as the described the dangers of rebellion and thinking for oneself. I instantly identified with the kids who were so afraid that even speaking their hearts would send them to Hell because it would plant a seed of rebellion that would lead them down the wrong road. Even the sense of persecution and future exile that was to mark our transition into the end times was drummed into my head. I love how Louis Theroux let the members of the Family do all the talking so that we get a great view of their beliefs. Having come from a similar background I really believe that this was an accurate portrayal of the Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My message from this is that the Westboro Baptist Church Family is probably the best example of obedience to the Bible that I have seen in the USA, and a perfect example of how blind obedience to a book of faith can destroy lives and families. I like the fact that most evangelical Christians in the US actually live according to a more loving ethical standard than is presented in the Bible. I am glad I finally saw the light of Humanism.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-2765846910130996073?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2765846910130996073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=2765846910130996073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/2765846910130996073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/2765846910130996073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2011/04/flashbacks-of-weird-kind.html' title='Flashbacks of the weird kind...'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ticxD0GfewA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-8948224139401403949</id><published>2011-03-30T17:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T17:12:36.865-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When I die...</title><content type='html'>Last Wednesday night I was discussing with a friend how "kids nowadays" don't know how to write letters like they did "back then", and I told her of how many biographies of historical figures relied on the letters and diary entries of those people as sources of their ideas and opinions. Biographies of the future will need a glossary of codes for text messaging such as "brb" or "LOL". I have a few journals in which I occasionally pen notes to my wife and children, with each one having their own book with which we record our comments and questions to each other. Listening to the song "If I Die Young" by The Band Perry reminds me of the importance of the written word as the song insists that what we write means more when we are gone. Like we should never forget to say "I love you", we should leave plenty of evidence of our love and pride in those around us so that distance of miles or moments cannot erase what we have spoken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-8948224139401403949?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8948224139401403949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=8948224139401403949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/8948224139401403949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/8948224139401403949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2011/03/when-i-die.html' title='When I die...'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-1576785108741507876</id><published>2011-02-07T21:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T21:39:21.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The cost of Character</title><content type='html'>"I could do that!" My acquaintance was somewhat excited. I can't tell if he really would do it, knowing that the clinic I described would be a total sham, but I believe he just might be serious. "Josh, you can be our front guy because anyone would believe you, but we will do all the work." I shudder as I think of the horror that overtook me the last time I was involved in the endeavor he proposed. I thought that as a health care consultant I could really help people. I would gaze into their eyes or use the latest in muscle-testing methods to determine their health problems and give my clients solutions to their most pressing health problems while staving off future disasters. I am told I was very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One man came to me seeking a cure for his ulcerative colitis that had once again flared up with a vengeance. The guy was a good man and a doting father. He was tired of the cramping and diarrhea, and he hoped I could give him the solution he so earnestly desired. I looked at his iris, discussed his health weaknesses, and suggested some herbs he could take with some lifestyle and diet changes. His health seemed to improve until he was admitted to the hospital for a bowel obstruction. This time his supposed ulcerative colitis flare-up was actually symptoms of colon cancer that developed as a probable complication of his longstanding disease. Had he gone to his regular doctor instead of me my client would have probably found his colon cancer soon enough to remove it. Instead it was found after it was too far advanced, and my client's cancer spread to his liver where it killed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one blamed me for my lack of knowledge, but I feel like I should have known this was a common complication of ulcerative colitis and insisted my client seek medical advice. I didn't know my limitations, and I really didn't help this guy. Temporarily undaunted I sought to expand my knowledge and experience, but as&amp;nbsp;I studied I found that more science pointed to my practice as dangerous at worst and useless at best. I left it so that I would not give any more people false confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this friend wants to play the game. He wants to knowingly give useless medicine to the sick and worried because it will provide gain. I shuddered at the thought. I just can't do it. As I lay in bed that night I suddenly realize that I could do it better than last time. I could use clearly safe, but useless treatment like homeopathic preparations as a gimmick and get patients into my clinic to get good diet and lifestyle advice. I could once again give those who felt lost in the medical landscape a welcome desk to sit at be reassured. I could bill myself as a health care coordinator and give those who see too many doctors a sense of order to their lives. But could I really lie to my clients to gain income and a sense of accomplishment? I could work half as hard to make the same income, but in the end I feel like I would&amp;nbsp;lose more of myself than I would gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I get when I was raised to be honest, but a hard life? Maybe, at least, I could trust my own advice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-1576785108741507876?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1576785108741507876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=1576785108741507876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/1576785108741507876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/1576785108741507876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2011/02/cost-of-character.html' title='The cost of Character'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-2052690665729512769</id><published>2011-01-25T14:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T14:03:57.896-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Discrimination</title><content type='html'>Snuggle up with my friend who recently attended my church in Homewood, Alabama and you will see just how friendly they are here in the South. She and her family were invited to several very respectable homes in our church well before the Pastor began his sermon and he even asked them over to his house after the sermon. I told her later that she would be more than welcome to join our church and her response that the welcome was a little much, almost desperate. Another dear friend attended recently, but he was ignored, almost shunned. Why this contradiction? The answer is complex, but the situation was highlighted by a recent request by a local mission to the poor to build a thrift store in an "upscale" suburb of Birmingham. &lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://blog.al.com/spotnews/2011/01/vestavia_hills_council_denies.html"&gt;this link&lt;/a&gt; to see how the suburb responded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly the debate played out through a series of e-mails that were sent to a few members of my church. I knew that the community at large would oppose the thrift store because they didn't want poor people spending too much time in our city, but I wondered if the more outspoken of our community would actually admit their reason. This e-mail exchange actually did well to outline the feelings of both sides. The original e-mail was a forward that basically said "we don't want their kind in our city" and it was responded to by another member of my church who stated that there was room in God's kingdom for the poor. The poor hapless soul that sent the first e-mail simply responded that he had nothing against the poor as long as they were not in his city painting graffiti and fighting amongst themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feeling is very raw and fresh, but what about my minority friend that attended my church and garnered such attention? She is a black woman married to a fine, upstanding black man. I have been told by many black friends that visit my church that they are quite disturbed with how aggressively they are courted by church members begging them to join our white, upper-class congregation. It doesn't really matter if you are a poor black single mother or a well-to-do black family you are going to be welcomed into my church because we want to appear non-discriminatory. The sad thing is when my dear friend who was a lower middle class, overweight white man from a rural town came to my church he was generally ignored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have we not learned? Discrimination is still alive and well here in the South. It doesn't matter if you are against someone that looks black or someone that looks poor we are still judging someone by the way they look rather than the way they are. My dear friend who was excluded by the wealthy of my church is a successful businessman who has also served as an Evengelical Christian pastor for more than thirty years. He may look lower class because he was raised by poor white farmers who built their fortune from the ground up and changed the moral standing of their community by living the most godly example I have ever seen anyone live without adopting the expensive clothes and habits of those in my church. This man who looks below your class will not bat an eye to meet your most basic need emotionally, spiritually, and physically, but the members of my church would rather edge him out of their church, and keep people that look like him from shopping in their city. I feel like my church and city has ignored Christ's call to reach out to "the least of these my brothers". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time to look ourselves honestly because we fail our Saviour so easily. I am going to have to do the same because right now I am seeing that I will easily discriminate against the guy driving by in the BMW with his nose in the air. Jesus loves you too, and I may have misjudged you. I hope I have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-2052690665729512769?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://blog.al.com/spotnews/2011/01/vestavia_hills_council_denies.html' title='Discrimination'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2052690665729512769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=2052690665729512769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/2052690665729512769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/2052690665729512769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2011/01/discrimination.html' title='Discrimination'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-7495688833288651478</id><published>2011-01-04T15:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T15:39:36.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do with Sarah</title><content type='html'>I started this post a while back and decided to put it up today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Peter 3:5-6 "For this is how the holy women who hoped in God used to adorn themselves, by submitting to their own husbands, as Sarah obeyed Abraham, calling him lord. And you are her children, if you do good and do not fear anything that is frightening."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During adult Sunday School this morning we just barely touched on this passage as we discussed Scripture passages that are often taken out of context. There is a whole bunch of discussion that can be had on the place of submission in marriage as the Protestant Bible describes it, but suffice it to say that I do not believe that the man is the absolute ruler of his home and his wife is to bend to his every silly whim. Sarah, Abraham's wife that was mentioned in the above passage, was upheld as an example that called her husband "lord" and obeyed him. My wife stated that she had trouble thinking of Sarah as a woman whose example should be followed. She probably remembered how Sarah lied for her husband and twisted a plan to get Hagar to bear a child for her, but Sarah is a great example of how God sees past our limited view. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Peter references Sarah's faith in frightening times I suspect that he is thinking of the times she was virtually imprisoned in another man's home because of her husband's deception. We westerners often think that she should have insisted on saying she was married the two times her husband passed her off as only his sister, but consider the possibility that women were essentially property in that time and place. If Sarah had tried to convince her captors that she was married it is possible that she would have been punished for lying since her owner's (Abraham) word would have meant more than hers. Sarah knew that Abraham had been promised a child THROUGH HER, and so, if I read Peter correctly, she trusted God to protect her even when not where she wanted to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do I explain to my girls how to emulate Sarah?&lt;br /&gt;Link: http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=1+Peter+3%3A1-7&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-7495688833288651478?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7495688833288651478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=7495688833288651478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/7495688833288651478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/7495688833288651478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-to-do-with-sarah.html' title='What to do with Sarah'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-4087213340488197899</id><published>2011-01-03T08:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T08:21:51.469-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Facing Reality</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year! I hope this year is as good as my last year was. Yesterday Wonderful went through a bunch of the letters I wrote to her over the years and I was reminded of all the chances we had to lose our close relationship that I treasure so much. The same day I learned that another acquaintance has finalized his divorce after his wife left. There are somany reasonsthat a marriage can break up, but two people committed to each other can surmount each one if both are willing to work. Thank you Wonderful for starting another New Year with me. I want you more than ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-4087213340488197899?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4087213340488197899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=4087213340488197899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/4087213340488197899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/4087213340488197899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2011/01/facing-reality.html' title='Facing Reality'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-4455189651803665824</id><published>2011-01-01T20:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T15:14:45.984-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alternative medicine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doubt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iridology'/><title type='text'>How I succeeded as an iridologist</title><content type='html'>I sat through many of my father's iridology sessions before I felt confident to do my own, but after practicing for a year I realized that I was beginning to adapt a technique for what many call "cold reading". I began to test my hypothesis, and I realized I could really pull it off with reasonable success. Even now I occasionally have former patients show up to my parents' office looking for me because I was the only one who helped them twelve years ago. Now the times have changed and I seek to do hard science with my patients as a nurse, but those little signals that I learned still give me clues as to what may be wrong with some of my patients. When working in the ER I have fun playing my intuitive game while determining what needs the patient has that he/she is not communicating. Looking back I realize my father is a master cold reader who is so good that he doesn't even realize what he is doing. It began when he started working as a pastor offering counseling. This great video explains how that can occur, though my father never sought to be fraudulent in any way. He is just very good at instinctively picking up on hidden signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IjPsnfysrp8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IjPsnfysrp8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-4455189651803665824?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4455189651803665824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=4455189651803665824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/4455189651803665824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/4455189651803665824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2011/01/how-i-succeeded-as-iridologist.html' title='How I succeeded as an iridologist'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-1438828540317209317</id><published>2010-11-07T08:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T12:13:04.246-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Get-Mas Revisited</title><content type='html'>Almost a year ago I wrote about my frustration over the Christian worry that we are going to lose the "true" meaning of Christmas. It grates on my ears every time I hear Christians try to defend their pagan holiday as "Jesus' Birthday" and how it is sacred. Last year I attempted to flesh this out, and even try to get my family and friends who complained that "Jesus' Birthday" is being damaged by the athiests to actually separate the gift giving from the day so that it is truly made a day to focus on Jesus. Wow! The response I got was telling. "You can't have Christmas without the gifts!" I was told. So I learned that American Christmas is not really about Jesus,  but it is about the original pagan practice of gift-giving to which the Roman Catholics added Jesus. This is ironic to me in that the same people who insist that we keep  true to the original intent of the American Constitution and the originally understood meaning of biblical.creation stories actually prefer a recent incarnation of a pagan festival. So here I stand again insisting that Christ is not truly a part of American Christmas and that our Christian activists need to be honest or actually make Christmas about Jesus and celebrate gifts another day. New Year's day would be a great pagan holiday to give gifts on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-1438828540317209317?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1438828540317209317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=1438828540317209317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/1438828540317209317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/1438828540317209317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2010/11/get-mas-revisited.html' title='Get-Mas Revisited'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-5594427220339658143</id><published>2010-11-06T22:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T22:03:44.570-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='origin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creation'/><title type='text'>I am stardust...</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite ideas is the fact that the molecules that make up our bodies are truly combinations of elements that were originally shed by the stars at the beginning of our universe. As the quote attributed to Allan Sandage goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;”Every one of our chemical elements was once inside a star. The same star. You and I are brothers. We came from the same supernova.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;Just a thought that came to me after watching an astronomer's video on YouTube tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-5594427220339658143?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/user/philhellenes#p/a/u/1/r6w2M50_Xdk' title='I am stardust...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5594427220339658143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=5594427220339658143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/5594427220339658143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/5594427220339658143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-stardust.html' title='I am stardust...'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-7517614012655513568</id><published>2010-10-22T16:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T22:04:32.359-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christianity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disasters'/><title type='text'>The last book</title><content type='html'>I took the risky move of borrowing a sci-fi film that I didn't know anything about. I did this mainly because it had Denzel Washington in it and I generally like his work. The movie was a bit of a surprise in that it had a good bit of&amp;nbsp;philosophical&amp;nbsp;interest for me. This is not to say that I will watch with my children or parents. It is not that kind of movie, but it is one that raises an interesting question of what the end of our society could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story occurs thirty year after a war basically destroys the world with very little food for a still very populated planet. Some people resort to&amp;nbsp;cannibalism&amp;nbsp;while others resort to other methods of survival. The camera follows one Eli who seems to be a superman type of character with a few interesting.flaws and scruples. As the story moves on we find that most people in the world are illiterate and destroyed all the Bibles they could find attributing the war to the followers of the book. Eli is lead by "a voice" to the last Bible and carries it on a 30 year pilgrimage to safety. Don't worry I didn't ruin the movie for anyone still wanting to watch it, though I will admit that it is not all that great outside some of its cerebral interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would the world look like without the Bible? In the movie and in the minds of many people that argue for Biblical morality the world would be a lawless and destructive place without the moral guidance of the Holy Scriptures to guide us. In fact I must disagree for three reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Christians don't even follow scripture as a moral guide. Ask most Christians about their guiding Scriptural passages and you will get some innocuous verses or phrases they learned in elementary Sunday School mixed with some concepts they picked up from some popular speaker or writer. Ask any Christian on the street and you will find that they can barely make their way through a Bible much less relate the basic message in each book of the Bible. I can assure you that almost none have read the Bible from cover to cover. So what do Christians find as a moral compass? They use their culture, though not necessarily their secular culture. The leaders of various evangelical factions hold a cultural sway strong enough that churches and political groups can count on them to vote their way in most elections. James Dobson, James Kennedy, and even the Mormon Glenn Beck can be included in this influential group although there are others with slightly less influence in the Southern Baptist Convention, and Bob Jones University. That a Mormon can lead Evangelicals is a sign that theology is not a necessary prerequisite. Most American Christians follow their herd instincts to do whatever their Christian friends and leaders do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. History teaches us that Scripture is not a very strong moral guide. The situation presented in the movie is actually a rough representation of what happened after the fall of the Roman Empire. The Roman Catholic Church held the Scripture in high regard, but did not develop a strong moral or legal code from Scripture. In fact the Greek and Roman philosophers were the moral compass to which Scripture was adapted. Interestingly even our American Founding Fathers followed the Roman and Greek guides along with some Native American examples as practical helps in developing our country with Biblical adaptations that probably added&amp;nbsp;legitimacy&amp;nbsp;to their work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. This reason is the most compelling of all- There is not a single moral code in Scripture. My favorite example is that of the value of human life. Modern Christians hold that all human life is sacred, but that standard is not widely applied in Scripture. Jesus comes the closest to holding this standard. Modern Christians would do well to follow the moral guidance of Jesus, but then their theologic standard may be problematic.&lt;br /&gt;While Jesus clearly stated that He did not come to destroy the Law He did cast doubt on its practical value. Even in the Old Testament not all rules were applied consistently with God arbitrarily guiding His people in various actions that contradicted His supposed law. For example, modern Christians would dismiss the command to sacrifice a child for God as a command from a demon and not God, and yet Abraham was congratulated for bringing his son to the altar. Several times throughout the Bible the authors congratulate the heroes for their situational ethics as a deeper understanding of God's implied law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only are American Christians not following the moral law of the Bible they are probably making the better choice. I just hope they someday realize it and stop following all the evangelical fads they seem to love so much. It would hurt if we all actually thought for ourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-7517614012655513568?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7517614012655513568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=7517614012655513568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/7517614012655513568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/7517614012655513568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2010/10/last-book.html' title='The last book'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-1563516515199287541</id><published>2010-10-21T16:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T22:05:04.604-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christianity'/><title type='text'>Is Murder Justified?</title><content type='html'>I follow a number of blogs for personal growth and education. Among these blogs are some that focus on science, religion, and theology from different perspectives. One blog I like is entirely for fun. It is the blog of a philosophy professor who designs online questionnaires that act as philosophy experiments. The most recent addition to his series is a set of questions answering the above question. While philosophy tends to deal in hypothetical questions, especially as related to questions of morality, this set of questions mostly relate to true situations and how the reader responds to them. Jeremy Stangroom chose as one of his questions the scenario of Richard Parker who was killed by his shipmates after they found themselves shipwrecked and starving in a lifeboat. Richard Parker was chosen to be killed to sustain the lives of the other men because he did not have a wife and children depending on him, and it seemed that he was on the verge of dying anyway. Later investigators agreed that the men would have died had they not eaten the body of Richard, but they were convicted of murder even though the murder was the only choice possible to save the lives of several men. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the interesting questions that this raises is what would be the Biblical response to this situation? American Christians would state that every life is precious which is why they tend to dislike abortion and euthanasia, and so they would tend to feel that one life is too precious a cost for the attempt at saving two or more other lives. Of course this instinctive response is not necessarily Biblical. Based on the math present in the many Bible stories that deal with substitutionary death one life lost is a reasonable cost for the saving of many others. This is an issue at conflict with the American Evangelical aversion to abortion. God is certainly not "pro-life" in the Bible, and yet many Americans would still oppose abortion and the killing of Richard Parker as being against Scripture when their ethics really are a product of their culture and not the Bible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-1563516515199287541?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.philosophyexperiments.com/carneades/Default.aspx' title='Is Murder Justified?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1563516515199287541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=1563516515199287541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/1563516515199287541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/1563516515199287541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2010/10/is-murder-justified.html' title='Is Murder Justified?'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-6967449914286080881</id><published>2010-09-04T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T22:19:45.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild at Heart</title><content type='html'>My wife and I recently watched a movie about&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Christopher McCandless who, in an attempt to find himself and be cleansed of his worldly distractions, found his way to wilderness Alaska where he lived for a few months and eventually died. It is fascinating to me to see this story and recognize the idealism of the young man. I remarked to Wonderful that I was considering something similar when I was single in my twenties because I felt that I has been damaged by my materialistic society too. I had even gone so far as to research how to disappear without a trace, but I abandoned my quest for an escape when I realized that I had a responsibility to give to my society. I could not simply walk away from everything and accomplish what I was created to do. I also had a deep attachment to my parents, who are wonderfully loving, and realized that I really needed them in a sense. So I branched out in other ways and found a position hundreds of miles from home where I made a name for myself, and surrounded myself with people who didn't care about my father's accomplishments. I learned the same things about the value of relationships that Christopher did without risking my parents' sanity so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;I look back at those days of idealism and realize that I had so much to learn. I have watched many teenagers grow up, and it is true for them as it was for me- you change alot every year until you are late into your twenties. I think it has something to do with brain development. At any rate when I was younger I preached a good sermon and persuaded some people who were charmed by my simplistic idealism like Christoper did, but in the intervening years I learned it isn't so simple. Like Christopher I was arrogant and selfish, and if he survived his time in Alaska I wonder if he would look back on his youthful idealism with the same level of regret that I do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;If I could, I would go back and tell myself that not so many people are persuaded by the truth as you expect there should be. I thought it would be so simple to find the truth and share it, but the fact is that "truth" is much more complex and elusive than it appears to a young mind. I would tell myself that people are not as easy to understand as they should be. I wish I could tell myself at twenty that people are much more important than ideals, and relationships are much more valuable than ironing out contradictions. People lie to themselves much more than they realize, and miss the point much more than they should. But they have so much to offer even so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;I still feel right about the materialism, though. We can acquire things and a name, but in the end the monument erases the person it represents, and memories become the story while the true person melts away into nothing. Ask John Adams about that, he would know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-6967449914286080881?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6967449914286080881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=6967449914286080881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/6967449914286080881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/6967449914286080881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2010/09/wild-at-heart.html' title='Wild at Heart'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-5077663528641243515</id><published>2010-08-10T21:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T22:06:16.645-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christianity'/><title type='text'>Morality and religion</title><content type='html'>Early in my reconsideration of Christianity I came across the concept of morality as a construct of a religious belief, and I began to wonder if our morality really is the work of our religion. There are several ways to look at this, but the most easy I can consider right now is the issue of genocide. It is fascinating that genocide was repeatedly commanded by God in the Bible, and yet many Christians quote the Bible to support their calls against genocide. What is truly happening is that the culture is pressuring Christians to hold certain views as morally good, and Christians are selecting, or "cherry-picking", Bible passages that support their ideals rather than acknowledging the contradiction found in Scripture between our modern dislike of genocide and the Scriptural mandates to support it. If Christians were to be truly Biblical, they would support the wholesale murder of all&amp;nbsp;Muslims&amp;nbsp;and resettlement of their lands by Christians or Jews.A more whimsical look at how our culture dictates our choices is reflected in my post last year about the mistaken belief that Christmas is about Jesus (&lt;a href="http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/get-mas.html"&gt;http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/get-mas.html&lt;/a&gt;). At any rate an interesting blog post about morality adds much more to the discussion than I can at this time-&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.centerforinquiry.net/blogs/entry/why_should_i_be_moral/"&gt;http://www.centerforinquiry.net/blogs/entry/why_should_i_be_moral/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am interested in your thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-5077663528641243515?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5077663528641243515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=5077663528641243515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/5077663528641243515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/5077663528641243515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2010/08/morality-and-religion.html' title='Morality and religion'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-7778738622642991073</id><published>2010-07-07T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T21:56:35.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dissecting</title><content type='html'>I am an OR nurse which means many of my interests relate to something in surgery. Having scrubbed in and assisting surgeons for ten years really cements this tendency. At any rate dissecting tissue is fascinating me. One of my favorite surgeons with which I have worked is&amp;nbsp;a Dr. Max Austin, a GYN/oncologist who always brought residents with him to the OR. Not only did I get to see the surgeries he did I also enjoyed hearing him explain to new doctors why he did what he did. I stood fascinated as he led his residents through each step of the procedure, and one part I found interesting right at first is the fact that he was always looking for "the plane". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The plane" is the point where the obvious change between types of tissue occurs. Whether it be the layer of cells between the abdominal lining and the muscle of the uterus, or the muscle of the uterus and its lining these layers often are easier to separate if you can find the point where one begins and the other ends and begin to separate them there. I have since seen the principle apply to dissecting around gallbladders or prostates. The point at which such dissection becomes difficult is when a cancer has invaded the tissue surrounding the tumor. I have seen the tendrils of cancer tumors totally obliterate the normal planes leaving surgeons to guess where to dissect. When planes are difficult to find worse bleeding occurs and complications are more severe with surgery time being much greater. Another occurrence that makes finding the plane more difficult is scarring from prior surgery or disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I looked over the last post it occurred to me that some may find it difficult to discern where I find the plane between truth and falsehood in health care. The fact is that I identified many poor health care choices that various family members made in a week of being together. At first glance it would seem that I simply rejected those practices that are not part of conventional medical practice. This is why I have been accused of being totally against alternative "medicine". The fact is that the plane between truth and falsehood is much more difficult to demonstrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take, for example, the colloidal silver that my mom applied to every cut and burn and made everyone who had signs of infection take. I don't support the use of colloidal silver, but it is not because&amp;nbsp;I know of an alternative "doctor" who prescribed it. In fact what happened is that my mother sent this colloidal silver liquid to me to prevent an infection in my family. Her statement was that taking a little silver every day prevented bacterial and viral growth in the body and kept one healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first thought was common- nothing can fix everything. It is true that many claims made by alternative health care practitioners regarding their wares cover everything from arthritis to cancer,&amp;nbsp;but&amp;nbsp;these&amp;nbsp;claims have never borne much fruit.&amp;nbsp;Consider this fact- if colloidal silver did kill every bacteria, then there goes the gut bacteria that help us make vitamin K. How about your skin bacteria that protect us from staph infections? Does silver taken orally kill off all the bacteria that give one bad breath? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I know the claims made for silver may be a bit extreme I always consider the possibility that some truth may underlie the excessive claims. In fact studies done almost one hundred years ago supported the idea that ingesting silver molecules in liquid solutions reduced bacterial infections. The downside was that more then 3000 milligrams of silver were necessary daily to have that effect, and even so it was only a mild antibacterial that did not prevent pneumonia very well. This massive dosage of silver did have one obvious effect in that it turns the skin gray. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dissection of the facts from falsehoods in claims such as these I often start with recognized authorities. Many of my alternative |"medicine" friends decry such sources because they see it in the best interest of the authorities to suppress information that will support alternative "medicine". In my experience such authorities are a great place to start in research because they have history on their side and love to share it. In the case of silver the CDC, FDA, and EPA all had interesting articles that they published on the different risks and benefits of silver. In the case of a common item such as silver one of my favorite places to start is the EPA because they have files of MSDS sheets produced on such items which are used in industry. This is where toxic doses may be found. The EPA data was especially helpful in developing my information on ozone generators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to silver. After finding that the official history of silver in medicine was less that sterling I thought I should see what additional claims were being made for those who sold silver. I found that Nature's Sunshine stated that their colloidal silver preparations had specially formulated silver molecules that are more bioavailable than older preparations. The question in my mind is now how much is necessary to have an effect? For this information I turned to Medline to find studies on local effects of silver preparations on infections. The studies I found reported that a fairly high concentration of silver was necessary to retard the growth of micro-organisms in any tissue. Even if the silver in colloidal silver liquids was more bioavailable the body would have to deposit enough silver in the effective area to essentially turn the area gray. Taking this much silver would have negative effects on helpful bacteria and cause many more health problems than it would help. As a side note none of the colloidal silver preparations have high enough concentrations that would have provided the necessary silver to have the desired and undesired effects. One would have to drink gallons of the the colloidal silver solution to gain any benefit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But was there some truth to these claims? Technically yes. Silver solutions with high concentrations of silver molecules&amp;nbsp;have been known to reduce the growth of bacteria in the lab. The question is whether the complex biologic systems in the body will allow silver to do its work. The most effective silver applications have been topical creams and silver impregnated dressings used for severe wounds or extensive surgical wounds. Short-term trial results have been mixed, but some people swear by silver dressings in the hospital. They are most effective at reducing the risk of infection in clean wounds, but don't seem to help already infected wounds. In my own experience silver impregnate creams are not as effective as triple-antibiotic creams. Oral silver whether colloidal or otherwise just hasn't lived up to its expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in answer to those who say I dismiss all alternative "medicine" claims outright the answer is a qualified no. I totally reject palm readers and craniosacral therapy because the science just isn't there, but other claims&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp; look into because I often find something I can use in my own practice. I even research odd claims just in case. It is a matter of looking for the plane between truth and falsehood, and being alert for the sometimes very thin line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-7778738622642991073?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7778738622642991073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=7778738622642991073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/7778738622642991073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/7778738622642991073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2010/07/dissecting.html' title='dissecting'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-6264011817727486003</id><published>2010-07-05T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T20:01:40.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flag</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yszFXl1bWJs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yszFXl1bWJs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great video thanks to http://www.onemarinesview.com/one_marines_view/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-6264011817727486003?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6264011817727486003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=6264011817727486003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/6264011817727486003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/6264011817727486003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2010/07/flag.html' title='Flag'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-8437498973096900846</id><published>2010-07-05T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T13:47:04.804-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How should a nurse nurse?</title><content type='html'>I had a delightful time with family last week. It was such a delightful time that I fought tears for hours as I faced the prospect of piling everyone into the car, and then as I left with my four securely buckled in. A few times tears did spill especially as I hugged my dearly loved parents and siblings&amp;nbsp;goodbye. I love and enjoy the people&amp;nbsp;who gave me life and a future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, the grouping of several families that live different lives creates tension. This past week highlighted some of our differences as my extended family and I encountered various health problems. An interesting cream that one family member used for every skin lesion was a colloidal silver preparation. Another application of this silver preparation was used on a young boy who presented with an upper respiratory infection that had a moderately high fever (103 f). An oral liquid with silver suspension was given to the boy regularly throughout the day with the hope that the body would take the minute amount of silver in the liquid to the area of infection and kill the causative organism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflexology and what appeared to be craniosacral therapy was used to treat this small boy's fever as well as garlic cloves that were attached to his feet where they were supposed to be more easily absorbed. The parents involved also gave the boy a vinegar bath and oral feverfew (herb) to reduce his fever. I will not discuss the efficacy of these methods now, but I will state that the mother of the child finally resorted to acetaminophen to bring the fever to more tolerable levels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also encountered a family member using a "Q-Ray" bracelet for his musculoskeletal health. In the midst of all this were the dietary options provided by various family members who believed their siblings or spouses had food allergies with questionable symptoms, and the ubiquitous ozone generators that the host family uses to "clean" the air in the home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the nurse who follows science-based medicine to do? I love each of these family members and want to have meaningful encounters with them in the future, and yet I can identify several lapses in science-based health care which are sometimes purposeful and other times inadvertent. I finally chose to overlook the poor science while practicing it as best I could, and hope for the best though I did mention to the parent involved that I had acetaminophen if she wanted it for her child. I do not know what the hardcore ethical thing would be to do. I suppose I could have sensitized my family members to each of what I felt was their poor choices, but I feel as if I would have ruined my future potential for good with them as well. More importantly I love each member of my family and the concern of losing my relationship with them is greater than the desire to have them follow perfect health practices which they would not necessarily recognize as such or even be prepared to recognize.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-8437498973096900846?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8437498973096900846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=8437498973096900846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/8437498973096900846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/8437498973096900846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-should-nurse-nurse.html' title='How should a nurse nurse?'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-6318497133304435051</id><published>2010-07-05T11:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T11:41:32.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last week</title><content type='html'>Last week saw me with my dear family. Mom and Dad have all the children of their progeny over for a cousin's camp the last week of June every year. I have always loved this as a chance to spend time getting to know my nephews and nieces, as&amp;nbsp;well as a chance to spend time with siblings. Sadly work kept all the guys away but myself and Dad so I spent a great bit of my time with the kids running games and teaching bible verses to the younger kids while Dad taught the older ones and read the missionary story of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Gibson_Paton"&gt;John Paton&lt;/a&gt; to the group. Mom and Dad focused on the theme of bugs for cousin's camp this year, and the kids loved it. Kristen, my sister, took the theme to a new level with bug themed meals including a beautiful ladybug cake for two of the cousin's birthday, bug shaped snacks, and even (scrumptious!) meatloaf molded in the shapes of four different bugs. We had a great time! My favorite contributions were the bug videos, family pictures on the TV screen, and IDs of the fish the kids caught in the creeks that border my parents' land. for your info- they caught a full grown &lt;a href="http://pond.dnr.cornell.edu/nyfish/Percidae/tessellated_darter.html"&gt;tessellated darter&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pond.dnr.cornell.edu/nyfish/Cyprinidae/e_blacknose_dace.html"&gt;eastern blacknose dace&lt;/a&gt;, and at least two different types of crayfish along with several small minnows that were not identified. I also introduced the children to the joys of Pat and Mat &lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E0v3fG5S2Uw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E0v3fG5S2Uw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&amp;nbsp;as well as the videos of Miniscule &lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N00rA1aFwJI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N00rA1aFwJI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&amp;nbsp;and Bakkom &lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KxZcfr5yolo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KxZcfr5yolo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;, as well as some educational videos on bugs- &lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vMG-LWyNcAs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vMG-LWyNcAs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all, we had fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-6318497133304435051?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6318497133304435051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=6318497133304435051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/6318497133304435051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/6318497133304435051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-can-nurse.html' title='Last week'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-1366173234017253335</id><published>2010-06-19T22:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T22:10:06.941-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Death by Homeopathy?</title><content type='html'>Steven Novella who blogs on &lt;a href="http://www.theness.com/neurologicablog/"&gt;Neurologica&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;recently wrote a &lt;a href="http://www.theness.com/neurologicablog/?p=2040"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; that presents the idea that those who practice homeopathy can be held accountable for the deaths of those that believe them and follow their instructions. The story he tells is of a woman who died of a very curable form of cancer when she followed her homeopath's advice and refused surgery and chemotherapy which would likely have been curative. I do not recall having personally dealt with anyone who practiced alternative medicine that suggested their patients totally reject their medical doctor's advice in favor of alternative medicine. I have worked with some who have suggested quite strongly that the medical "habit" of "cut, burn, and poison" will not work as well as their supposed superior methods. As an aside I find it interesting that herbalists fuss at pharmacologists for their "unnatural poisons" while the herbalist sells "natural" poisons that supposedly do the same thing. I suppose an herbalist would object to the cut and burn for cancer but should admit that they too poison. I personally have never seen a cancer patient with verified cancer diagnosis cured by alternative medicine. I have seen many cancer patients cured by conventional medicine while also taking alternative medicine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of my post is to follow up from the perspective of someone who was an adherent to the false medicine type that killed the woman mentioned by Novella. I can see how&amp;nbsp;one person whose career in alternative "medicine" I have followed quite closely would respond to the above story. He would state that he practices "complementary medicine" and is most successful when he can coordinate care with a medical professional. The bizarre logic of the statement aside this naturopath's practice is not necessarily in line with his statement. I recently received an e-mail from a family member who stated he was ending his cancer treatment on the advice of this particular practitioner. Here is how it works- the patient comes to his "alternative medical doctor" and the "doctor" assures the patient that he can do something in this case (the alternative medical doctor will always have something that he thinks might work). The patient, with a sigh of relief, asks the "doctor" if he needs to have his chemotherapy continued (or whatever else was advised), and the "doctor" suggests that he probably does not need it but he cannot say to stop it. The "doctor" stops just short of telling the patient to leave off his effective truly medical treatment and so can say with a clear conscience that he did not tell the patient to stop it, but remember that the "doctor" of naturopathy claims the same amount of knowledge as the oncologist, and the patient trusts the suggestions of the naturopath as much as the oncologist. It is not the same as getting a second opinion, but many patients who do not understand these things think that they got a good second opinion from a well-studied professional when they go to an alternative health advisor because they call themselves doctor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key here is that the "doctor" really believes that his methods actually work. It may be because his ideology gives him certainty, or because he just doesn't know any better and has fallen victim to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Confirmation_bias"&gt;confirmation bias&lt;/a&gt;. The naturopath I mentioned above believes that he is more knowledgeable than most medical doctors, and has sought a means by which he could legally call himself "doctor" without actually doing the work that PhD candidates or MDs have done to be called "doctor". This particular naturopath took some correspondence&amp;nbsp;"coursework" from what is a known diploma mill, and then sat for an exam from some shady accreditation board that is not recognized by the department of education. The board then conferred on this man a doctorate which only cost him $400. The US state in which he practices does not regulate naturopaths and so he is free to practice as a doctor of naturopathy. He honestly feels that his recently acquired&amp;nbsp;title will allow him the recognition that will allow him to accomplish the things he feels he can do better than most medical doctors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings me to my new blog title. my friend very sincerely believes that he knows a great deal, but that doesn't make it true. A recent visit to my friend's office showed me just how wrong he is. My friend has a palm reader that connects to his computer to scan a person's health condition from their hand and input it into a computer program. He also does live blood cell analysis, and uses several other dubious methods to diagnose health problems. In addition to all this he sends his patients away with herbs and other potentially dangerous "natural" medications. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true that a medical degree does not make a genius, and I must admit that my friend the naturopath does very well with his limited education. The problem is that a genius can only work with the tools he has acquired. A dunce can muddle through medical school training and work as an inferior&amp;nbsp;doctor, but a genius only has potential until he has training. Many critiques of alternative medicine dismiss the alternative "doctor" as a money-grubbing quack who is knowingly endangering their patients, but there are a majority that truly believe that their limited knowledge is enough to truly help people. Many don't really even know how to critique their own mistakes, and are easily led astray by shady dealers who sell them crazy things like palm readers and degrees that won't ever be accepted by the board of education. Sadly these advisors will be responsible for leading many to their deaths even if unintentionally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-1366173234017253335?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1366173234017253335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=1366173234017253335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/1366173234017253335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/1366173234017253335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2010/06/death-by-homeopathy.html' title='Death by Homeopathy?'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-2510517067968719862</id><published>2010-05-10T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T20:52:09.988-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sunday's Coming" Trailer</title><content type='html'>I think this is an interesting view of Sunday Morning in certain Churches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="225" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=11501569&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=11501569&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/11501569"&gt;"Sunday's Coming" Movie Trailer&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/northpointmedia"&gt;North Point Media&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-2510517067968719862?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://vimeo.com/11501569' title='&quot;Sunday&apos;s Coming&quot; Trailer'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2510517067968719862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=2510517067968719862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/2510517067968719862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/2510517067968719862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2010/05/sundays-coming-trailer.html' title='&quot;Sunday&apos;s Coming&quot; Trailer'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-7013999759307300479</id><published>2010-05-06T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T22:38:08.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>National Day of Prayer</title><content type='html'>Just in case you missed it, the National Day of Prayer&amp;nbsp;occurred&amp;nbsp;today as proclaimed by our president (&lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/the-press-office/presidential-proclamation-national-day-prayer-0"&gt;presidential proclamation - national day of prayer&lt;/a&gt;). A judge correctly noted that the National Day of Prayer did not fit the ideals of&amp;nbsp;separation&amp;nbsp;of Church and State envisioned by many of our founding fathers, but she did not suggest that it should be cancelled this year though many people have reported that it was cancelled. Meetings were held around the country to observe the National Day of Prayer. It bothers me that people are making a big deal about how it was "cancelled" when it turns out to be a falsehood. I am reminded of a conversation I had with my daughter last weekend about the fact that anger is not wrong unless it keeps us from being in control of ourselves. Many politicians have learned how to use public anger to gain support, and I am seeing certain politicians using public anger on issues such as the allegedly cancelled National Day of Prayer to gain support for their campaigns. I told Middlesweet to remember that anger should not guide us, but motivate us to act. Let us remember to check the facts and follow the truth rather following our guts as unthinking angry Americans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-7013999759307300479?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.whitehouse.gov/the-press-office/presidential-proclamation-national-day-prayer-0' title='National Day of Prayer'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7013999759307300479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=7013999759307300479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/7013999759307300479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/7013999759307300479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2010/05/national-day-of-prayer.html' title='National Day of Prayer'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-1494214704059193330</id><published>2010-02-16T22:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T22:36:08.829-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Photos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2688/4363738039_33fd14e438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 333px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2688/4363738039_33fd14e438.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See our recent update on the snow in Birmingham, Mercedes marathon, kids run, and Sarah &amp;amp; Abby's funny smile after dental work numbed their cheeks. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/themathers/sets/72157623326672703/"&gt;All this on flickr!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-1494214704059193330?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.flickr.com/photos/themathers/sets/72157623326672703/' title='Photos!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1494214704059193330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=1494214704059193330&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/1494214704059193330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/1494214704059193330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2010/02/photos.html' title='Photos!'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2688/4363738039_33fd14e438_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-179710586969775476</id><published>2010-01-22T23:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T00:17:22.992-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='authoritarianism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ten commandments'/><title type='text'>Some links and a great virus lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;As you may be aware I read a bunch on different issues in theology, philosophy, and healthcare. In the last week I have come across a few gems that I wanted to keep and I though you might like them as well. The first is a post on a new method to medically fight viruses in &lt;a href="http://scienceblogs.com/effectmeasure/2010/01/new_tool_to_figure_out_what_th.php"&gt;Effect Measure&lt;/a&gt;. Some parts of the article are a little heavy on biology, but he starts by explaining how a virus hijacks the cells of the host (read "you"- your the host when the virus makes you sick) with an analogy to the inner functions of an office. It is a great analogy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another post that I wanted to save is on raising children to be more able to maintain a moral compass. I warn you that this was bent to support the argument that children raised by atheists are better than those raised by the religious (&lt;a href="http://commonsenseatheism.com/?p=5902"&gt;Raising Children Without God)&lt;/a&gt;, but the point is still good. Many parents don't take the time to explain themselves to their children because it is more difficult and consumes time, but I (even though I am not an atheist) feel as if I explain myself to my children they are more likely to adapt our moral rules to other situations and not take some authority's word as equal to God's because he/she said so. Think of it as cult-proofing your child, or teaching them to be Bereans. We will leave the argument over whether God's rules are truly arbitrary for another time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more gem I was sent by Wonderful is a little more rough cut, but just delightful so I had to share it. It is certainly not original to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:19px;"&gt;The Ten Commandments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-size:14pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;       Some people have trouble with all those '&lt;span&gt;shall's&lt;/span&gt;' and 'shall not's' in the Ten&lt;br /&gt;      commandments. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;       Folks just aren't used to talking in those terms. So, in middle  Tennessee &lt;br /&gt;      they translated the 'King James' into ' Jackson   County ' language....&lt;br /&gt;      no joke, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(31, 73, 125); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;(posted on the wall at  Cross   Trails   Church in Gainesboro ,  TN )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:14pt;"&gt;(1)&lt;span style="color: rgb(31, 73, 125); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;Just one God&lt;br /&gt;(2) Put &lt;span&gt;nothin&lt;/span&gt;' afore God&lt;br /&gt;(3) Watch &lt;span&gt;yer&lt;/span&gt; mouth&lt;br /&gt;(4) &lt;span&gt;Git&lt;/span&gt; yourself to Sunday &lt;span&gt;meetin&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;(5) Honor &lt;span&gt;yer&lt;/span&gt; Ma &amp;amp; Pa&lt;br /&gt;(6) No &lt;span&gt;killin&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;(7) No &lt;span&gt;foolin&lt;/span&gt;' around with another fellow's gal&lt;br /&gt;(8) Don't take what &lt;span&gt;ain't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;yers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9) No &lt;span&gt;tellin&lt;/span&gt;' tales or &lt;span&gt;gossipin&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;(10) Don't be a&lt;span&gt;hankerin&lt;/span&gt;' for &lt;span&gt;yer&lt;/span&gt; buddy's stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-size:14pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's plain an' simple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(31, 73, 125);  font-size:14pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-size:14pt;color:black;"&gt;Y'all have a nice day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-size:14pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-179710586969775476?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/179710586969775476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=179710586969775476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/179710586969775476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/179710586969775476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2010/01/some-links-and-great-virus-lesson.html' title='Some links and a great virus lesson'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-3864316413282688514</id><published>2010-01-19T19:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T21:02:28.530-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evidence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scripture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='context'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><title type='text'>How to read it</title><content type='html'>When I was a boy I remember a preacher quoting a verse in the New Testament (Ephesians 4:28) that instructs those who have stolen to cease from their thieving ways and f&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;ind gainful employment. He quoted it like this - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Let him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;stole steal no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;let him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; labor" and then played with the punctuation to get "Let him who stole steal, no more let him labor." The pastor's point was that the meaning of the passage can be changed by punctuation. Thankfully the Greek is not so difficult to decipher. The passage would have to be twisted purposefully to be misunderstood, but we do tend to make mistakes in how we read other parts of God's revelation. This is why context is so important to help us catch mistakes in reading. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The King James version of Ephesians 4:28 reads- "Let him that stole steal no more: but rather let him labour, working with his hands the thing which is good, that he may have to give to him that needeth." Even if the punctuation was messed up and a few words left out to confuse for a moment the rest of the verse would cause one to consider other meanings that are probable for the verse. The same is true for the rest of God's revelations- when taken together they explain the message. This is why I cannot discredit something a scientist tells me simply because it disagrees with how I read the Bible. It is possible that I misread Scripture because of a bias and missed the point. Here is a great video to further illustrate how re-reading something can bring out other meanings-&lt;a href="http://www.wimp.com/freakymessage/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wimp.com/freakymessage/"&gt;http://www.wimp.com/freakymessage/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-3864316413282688514?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3864316413282688514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=3864316413282688514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/3864316413282688514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/3864316413282688514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-to-read-it.html' title='How to read it'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-3748499810220616436</id><published>2010-01-18T18:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T18:25:41.999-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problem of evil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s plan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disasters'/><title type='text'>Evil problems</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;h2 class="date-header" style="margin-top: 1.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-size: 13px; "&gt;In light of the recent earthquake I was reminded of the "problem of evil". God, as CS Lewis wrote, is not a tame lion who cannot be pegged into any certain category. It would be dishonest to say that accepting God makes it easy to accept the hard things that happen at His hand. I am reposting something I wrote a few months ago on another blog-&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 class="date-header" style="margin-top: 1.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Thursday, July 9, 2009&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="post hentry uncustomized-post-template" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;a name="2645465095217096171"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.1em; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://inprocesstoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/horror.html" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Horror&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-header-line-1" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3em; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3em; "&gt;The dream seemed to be as vivid as if I truly had been there, and the feelings of helpless horror were incredibly memorable. This dream was a continuation of a series of dreams that I have had since I first began reading as a preteen about the Nazi roundups and mass murders in the second World War. In this case I was a member of a group of Jews targeted for elimination and I stood helpless waiting my turn as I watched people ahead of me tormented in terrible ways before they were murdered. I awoke with a shudder and the question occurred to me "Why did I survive?" As my mind came back to full awareness I realized that my survival was as it always was in my dreams, but then I noted with revulsion that people are still torturing their fellow humans in such ways even today. While the dream was not real, it reflected in a small way events that happen all the time around the world where one group of people is powerful enough to treat others to such horrors as most Americans have no concept.&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3em; "&gt;This is the problem I have with the form of Christianity that I practice in which I acknowledge the existence of a supreme creator deity that supersedes and controls every other member of reality. We call this deity The righteous, loving God and discuss Him as an all-knowing, all-present, and all-powerful person who is perfectly good and just. With all this recognized why on earth (or any part of the universe for that matter) would this wonderful deity allow such things to occur as the horrors that people experience in the world today? This is my version of the problem of evil- If God is so good why does He let really bad things happen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3em; "&gt;Some of the answers that come instantly to mind is that Satan causes evil or that God is doing a greater good by allowing suffering now. I instantly dismiss the claim that Satan is at fault for evil. Satan may be noted in the Bible as the actor that produces evil, but God limits and controls what evil Satan does. God, even if it is indirect, plans and controls the evil that happens. Think, for example, of the fateful conversation between God and Satan that is recorded in the book of Job where God gives incremental allowances for the level of suffering which Satan is to subject Job just to prove that God is right about Job's righteousness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3em; "&gt;If God is truly good and just why does He allow evil when He can control it? Some of the arguments I have heard or thought of to explain this are the ideas that God wants us to have the option to choose Him so He allows the option to choose evil, that God allows us to see such horrors to contrast His goodness or to give hope of a better future in Heaven, and that God has a better view of what is going on and what is evil in our view is good in the bigger picture which He can only see. I have to admit that I am still unsure that any of these work. Is it possible that the common American Christian view of God as a sweet, wonderful, good God is mistaken? Maybe He is a mean, vindictive, petty God who picks and chooses evil events for His own twisted pleasure? What evidence in there in Scripture that God is good?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-3748499810220616436?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3748499810220616436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=3748499810220616436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/3748499810220616436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/3748499810220616436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2010/01/evil-problems.html' title='Evil problems'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-7444914114109501553</id><published>2010-01-15T12:06:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T22:39:50.536-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disasters'/><title type='text'>Belief, sincerity, and truth</title><content type='html'>"Belief and sincerity do not define truth; it exists despite belief and sincerity." I wrote this about ten years ago on a newsgroup discussion in which I was discussing with some members about how accurate some alternative health care practitioner's claims were. I don't remember the subject of the debate, but one of the members of the newsgroup picked up my comment and posted it to his page of favorite quotes. There- now I am famous in my own mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still believe what I wrote a decade ago. I am now engaged in a bit of an e-mail debate with a close friend on how to interpret Genesis 1 and 2 and I am struck on how strongly his points are based on his instincts rather than facts. What amazes me (though it shouldn't) is the fact that so many people take very strong positions with equally strong belief and sincerity even though facts are lacking. Poor Wonderful acts as my barometer since she has little interest in philosophy, and so she is exposed to my unadulterated craziness to see how other people would see how my ideas would look. When she has that shocked look on her face I know to keep that idea to myself until it is better developed. What strongly disappoints me is that no one seems to be providing a similar service to Pat Robertson who is now exposing his poor understanding of history and theology- (thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.nakedpastor.com/"&gt;nakedpastor &lt;/a&gt;for the cartoon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 540px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 433px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.nakedpastor.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/publicity1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The point is that just because it seems right to you (or me) doesn't mean that it is right. Truth is often found when we allow ourselves the discomfort of going against our gut feeling and examine the facts. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pat Robertson obviously sincerely believes that God always makes natural disasters (such as the earthquake in Haiti) to punish people. The fact is that the Bible does not present this as a rule. What was God's punishment to Egypt to allow them a famine of seven years during Joseph's time? Looking at the way God tells the story it was not a punishment, but part of His plan. When I veiw these events I am reminded of the observation in Matthew 5:45 that God causes it to rain on both the just and the unjust. The rain may or may not be a good thing, but Jesus seems to have been saying that natural events may not have any more meaning than being part of God's plan (a point which is borne out in other areas of Scripture). The country of Haiti may not be under punishment of God, and there is no way to see for sure what His purpose is since the Bible doesn't address this particular earthquake. God may use this natural disaster as a punishment for some in Haiti and as a conduit of good for others. Pat Robertson does not speak for God, and I hope he figures out that no matter how strongly he feels his belief and sincerity does not define truth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-7444914114109501553?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.bookrags.com/quotes/Joshua_David_Mather' title='Belief, sincerity, and truth'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7444914114109501553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=7444914114109501553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/7444914114109501553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/7444914114109501553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2010/01/belief-sincerity-and-truth.html' title='Belief, sincerity, and truth'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-2519614720521555159</id><published>2010-01-14T20:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T20:53:04.562-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another cause for concern</title><content type='html'>Ron Hamilton (Patch the Pirate) and his wife are awaiting word on what has happened to his father-in-law Dr. Frank Garlock who was in Haiti with his wife for ministry when the earthquake hit this week. Dr. Garlock spoke to his daughter just a little while before the quake hit and the family has not received any more contacts from either Dr. Garlock or his wife since the quake. Keep this inspirational man and his family in your prayers as they deal with this situation. Majesty Music has a page dedicated to the situation- http://www.majestymusic.com/t-drgarlockupdate.aspx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-2519614720521555159?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.majestymusic.com/t-drgarlockupdate.aspx' title='Another cause for concern'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2519614720521555159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=2519614720521555159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/2519614720521555159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/2519614720521555159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-cause-for-concern.html' title='Another cause for concern'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-7609563754975987122</id><published>2010-01-07T22:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T22:40:35.124-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creationsim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evolution'/><title type='text'>Misterious Islands</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;h1 class="parseasinTitle"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:1.7em;"&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle"&gt;The Mysterious Islands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Starring:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/s?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;search-alias=dvd&amp;amp;ref=dp_dvd%5Fbl%5Fact&amp;amp;field-keywords=Doug%20Phillips" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;Doug Phillips&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/s?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;search-alias=dvd&amp;amp;ref=dp_dvd%5Fbl%5Fact&amp;amp;field-keywords=Joshua%20Phillips" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;Joshua Phillips&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;Director:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/s?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;search-alias=dvd&amp;amp;ref=dp_dvd%5Fbl%5Fdir&amp;amp;field-keywords=John%20Erwin" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;John Erwin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;This is a film that is strong in young earth creation (YEC) philosophy. To summarize- YEC ideas are "pre-suppositional" which states that in order to properly understand anything in the world of science and history one must first accept that the Bible is literally true from Genesis to Revelation with a few obvious exceptions (Song of Solomon being one good example). This means that every finding in geology, astronomy, biology, and any other science must first be explained as having occurred in the last 6,000 years having been a part of the plan of the personal God described by conservative evangelical Christians. In fulfilling the above requirements Doug Phillips finds an incredible team consisting of photographer and videographers to document a trip to the Galapagos islands with his son and Dr. Morris- a teacher respected in YEC circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The images are absolutely stunning and well-framed. This team really serves up a delightful visual feast from a beautiful place and interesting animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doug Phillips has historically maintained the YEC line that erroneously points to Darwin's ideas as being the philosophic basis of the horrific atrocities committed by Hitler, Stalin, and Pol Pot. He follows this line in the the film and also maintains the mistaken view that the best description of Darwin's ideas is "survival of the fittest". Phillips successfully argues against the mistakes of the dead Darwin with recent discoveries, but struggles in explaining how modern discoveries are able to support YEC ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This film presents a summary of "mediated design", the YEC explanation of how evolution is real without seeming to agree with the philosophy that seems to be behind Darwinist evolution. Phillips and Morris haltingly argue genetic evolution is actually theistic evolution, but rename theistic evolution "mediated design" and limit their view of theistic evolution to evolution "within kinds".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly Phillips and Morris fail to adequately describe what defines a "kind" and resort to using vague concepts of species typing. Another major disappointment is that they totally gloss over any genetic evidence for YEC ideas, and expose their gross misunderstanding of what consists of genetic information by stating that genetic mutations only result in "lost information" in a bow to the debunked entropy argument against Darwinist evolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the reader wants a good summary of YEC ideas with awesome images I highly recommend this film, but if the reader wants to see good science and find evidence that will stand strong against modern evolutionary science and philosophy this film will disappoint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-7609563754975987122?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7609563754975987122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=7609563754975987122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/7609563754975987122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/7609563754975987122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2010/01/misterious-islands.html' title='Misterious Islands'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-2454335157535600068</id><published>2010-01-04T20:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T21:05:48.531-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Special stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4035/4246868126_fa53ae3c1d_b_d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 768px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 1024px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4035/4246868126_fa53ae3c1d_b_d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks to Wonderful's sisterI was able to buy this cool camera at a decent price as an entry level "DSLR". At any rate, I am taking way too many pictures and getting up close and personal with family members and pets. This Saturday I will be taking Brain to the USS Alabama and I plan on taking my now "beater" kodak and Canon EOS with me for lots of awesome picture goodness. Consider me totally psyched man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-2454335157535600068?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2454335157535600068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=2454335157535600068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/2454335157535600068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/2454335157535600068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2010/01/special-stuff.html' title='Special stuff'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-996676503863057116</id><published>2009-12-11T09:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T09:32:09.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"influenza recap"</title><content type='html'>Another great blog post- &lt;a href="http://www.sciencebasedmedicine.org/?p=3029"&gt;http://www.sciencebasedmedicine.org/?p=3029&lt;/a&gt; on H1N1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-996676503863057116?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.sciencebasedmedicine.org/?p=3029' title='&quot;influenza recap&quot;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/996676503863057116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=996676503863057116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/996676503863057116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/996676503863057116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2009/12/influenza-recap.html' title='&quot;influenza recap&quot;'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-2200193633465167173</id><published>2009-12-11T09:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T09:28:42.567-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Infant Feeding Surprise</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite blogs follows new developments in pediatric medicine pretty closely. I cannot recommend her too highly. At any rate she is reporting on a new study that goes against a bunch of the stuff we thought about food allergy development in young children. You can read her post at &lt;a href="http://www.kidsdr.com/daily-dose/changes-are-coming-in-infant-feeding-recommendations"&gt;http://www.kidsdr.com/daily-dose/changes-are-coming-in-infant-feeding-recommendations&lt;/a&gt;. One study does not a law make, but the results if verified in other research will change practices a bit. Just thought someone would like to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-2200193633465167173?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.kidsdr.com/daily-dose/changes-are-coming-in-infant-feeding-recommendations' title='Infant Feeding Surprise'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2200193633465167173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=2200193633465167173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/2200193633465167173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/2200193633465167173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2009/12/infant-feeding-surprise.html' title='Infant Feeding Surprise'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-4292371018533841268</id><published>2009-11-24T15:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T22:09:13.250-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='materialism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christianity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Get-Mas</title><content type='html'>The so called "war on Christmas" drives me crazy. The e-mails are going around again whining about various organizations wishing "happy holidays" instead of the traditional "Merry Christmas." I see Christians sneer at those who say ''happy holidays" and I hear the snide response "I celebrate Christmas!" and cringe. Even those Christians who sweetly and gently respond make me cringe because they are exposing a poor understanding of history and theology. A catchy and meaningless cry of those who want to "defend" Christmas is "Jesus is the reason for the season." This strange statement assumes that Christmas was invented by or for Jesus. Another meaningless catchphrase is "keep Christ in Christmas" as if Christ was at the origin of Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theologically this whole "war on Christmas" is a puzzle. If Christmas is a Christian holy day why do we even allow outsiders to participate much less force them to celebrate our way? Each God-ordained holiday in Scripture required cleansing form the heart out for even outsiders. On top of this, no celebration of Christ's birth is recommended in the Scripture or even referenced as practiced by the early believers, unlike the long-time celebration of Christ's resurrection. More interestingly birth dates have little importance in Scripture as commemoration times. Few people are celebrated for their births as compared to the those who were celebrated for what they did. To declare the common "Jesus is the reason for the season" is also a theological mistake because Jesus is not the reason for this season any more than Shakespeare is the reason for midsummer. Scripture identifies Jesus as one with God the Creator and as such He is not only the Creator of all seasons beyond Christmas, but He is the focus of all seasons. More on this in a moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Historically Christmas as an important ancient Christian holy day is a legend. "Keep Christ in Christmas" is slightly more silly than insisting on "keep the Easter Bunny in Easter!" While the events of Christ's death and resurrection do somewhat coincide with pagan spring celebrations, it is almost certain that the events of Christ's birth almost certainly did not coincide with pagan winter celebrations. While we can place Christ's resurrection pretty accurately we question the time of Christ's birth, and so we must wonder why December 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; was chosen. &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;And [De &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Origine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Festorum&lt;/span&gt; Christ.] &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hospinian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;speaketh&lt;/span&gt; judiciously, when he&lt;br /&gt;saith, that he doth not believe that they who first of all observed the Feast of&lt;br /&gt;Christ’s Nativity in the latter end of December, did it as thinking that Christ&lt;br /&gt;was born in that Month, but because the Heathens Saturnalia was at that time&lt;br /&gt;kept in Rome, and they were willing to have those Pagan Holidays metamorphosed into Christian. Hence December was called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mensis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Genialis&lt;/span&gt;, the Voluptuous Month.&lt;br /&gt;Whilst the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Saturnalian&lt;/span&gt; Days lasted, the observers of them were wont to send&lt;br /&gt;Gifts one to another, which therefore &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Tertullian&lt;/span&gt; calls &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Saturnalitia&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Jerom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;giveth&lt;/span&gt; them the Name of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Saturnalium&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Sportulae&lt;/span&gt;. The like is done by many in&lt;br /&gt;Christmas time. &lt;/em&gt;~"A TESTIMONY Against several &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Prophane&lt;/span&gt; and Superstitious&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CUSTOMS, Now Practised by some in New-England, The Evil whereof is evinced from the Holy Scriptures, and from the Writings both of Ancient and Modern Divines."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By Increase Mather, 1687&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Rather than keeping Christ in Christmas it seems that Christians have been forever trying to put Christ into some sort of pagan winter celebration. He doesn't exactly fit. I have recently observed that Americans spend more time thinking about the gifts and celebrations that occur using Christ's name than in actually reflecting on the Savior- an indictment on myself and many others with whom I share genes and fellowship. My Wonderful countered that her Aunt Jane certainly did not fit that description, and she is correct, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Wonderful's&lt;/span&gt; Aunt Jane also represents the mindset I would want to embody- "Jesus is my reason to live every season."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, am I going to attempt to outlaw in my home the giving of gifts and decorations that we enjoy this time of year? No. What I want to do is celebrate like my friends in Russia did on their quiet Christmas celebration January 7, 1996. I want to have a special day just for Christ where there is no Santa or reindeer or gifts to distract. I want to have a time for quiet reflection much like we have on Sunday's in our home or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Veteran's&lt;/span&gt; Day in the US. I want to eventually move the gift-giving to New-Year's day where we can welcome the new year and celebrate the evidences of what God gave us in the old year. I don't know if this all will happen in our home, but this is my wish. Oh, and don't mention the war on Christmas to me. I don't hear "Christmas" anymore but it sounds like "Get-mas" in my ears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-4292371018533841268?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4292371018533841268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=4292371018533841268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/4292371018533841268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/4292371018533841268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/get-mas.html' title='Get-Mas'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-3114189484582903985</id><published>2009-11-19T08:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T08:25:06.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancer Prevention</title><content type='html'>I have fought a constant battle with weight since I turned 21 because I feel that I am at high risk for lots of nasty things like diabetes, heart disease and cancer. Research in the recent past has led me to believe that being overweight is associated with increased risk of those things I mentioned above. One thing to think about is that just because two things happen together don't mean one caused the other. My favorite example of this is pickle toxicity- just about every American who died in a car crash last year ate at least one pickle in the prior 12 months. The pickle obviously had nothing to do with the risk of death but the above statement is still true. The pickle example illustrates the fact that just because two things happen together should not lead one to believe that they are related. A number of theories exist as to why obesity is associated with other problems, but given the complexities of the situation it is difficult to establish direct cause and effect. "Fat" people may be found to engage in other risky behaviors that have nothing to do with their weight. In fact some studies have suggested that if someone with excess body fat is otherwise in good physical shape their risk for other problems is lower than sedentary "normal" weight individuals. &lt;br /&gt;In her series of New York Times articles on the battle against cancer http://www.nytimes.com/2009/11/13/health/research/13prevent.html?_r=1 Gina Kolata details how this difficulty in defining causation adds to the confusion over how to prevent cancer. One major problem for those trying to find answers isthe vast amount of information out there. For every study that seems to point to a cause another seems to contradict it. Gina does a fine job of considering all the info and distilling it. Some of the advice that is now in question about behaviors that are thought to reduce cancer risk such as high fiber and low fat diets are still good ideas. All Americans would benefit from eating more vegetables and less junk food for reasons that have little to do with cancer. Interestingly the evidence seems to point to the fact that most of the dietary and lifestyle changes that reduce the risk of many cancers are actually effective when implemented during young childhood. This could mean that the die is cast after puberty or that the benefits are cumulative over a lifetime. In practice the result is the same- good diet and exercise need to be modeled by parents and taught to children as early as possible. I tend to think we have time to get my three kids online with healthy choices but the truth is we should have been more strict long ago. It is time for more low-fat cow's milk, less candy, less soda, more family walks, and better stress management for my wife and I to share wth our kids. This also means I that we need to consider what supplements and flllers are added to our processed foods. Just as adults need to limit their soy consumption we need to watch how much soy is used in the food our kids eat and drink. It's time to go- there are some labels I need to read and new trails to run!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-3114189484582903985?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.nytimes.com/2009/11/13/health/research/13prevent.html?_r=1' title='Cancer Prevention'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3114189484582903985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=3114189484582903985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/3114189484582903985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/3114189484582903985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/cancer-prevention.html' title='Cancer Prevention'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-6453354430933855989</id><published>2009-11-17T20:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T20:31:13.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joy of the Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I use videos I glean off Youtube for Wednesday nights with the kids at Church. While searching for a version of "The Joy of the Lord" I came across this video. I think you will find it touching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object style="height: 344px; width: 425px" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2CC_TvQyoO8"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2CC_TvQyoO8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-6453354430933855989?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6453354430933855989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=6453354430933855989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/6453354430933855989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/6453354430933855989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/joy-of-lord.html' title='The Joy of the Lord'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-8289882478418406597</id><published>2009-11-14T08:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T08:57:03.121-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Nasty Preventative Option For Fighting Flu</title><content type='html'>Effect Measure is a blog I follow on health care issues. Today they &lt;a href="http://scienceblogs.com/effectmeasure/2009/11/the_common_cold_and_influenza.php"&gt;posted excerpts  from a report&lt;/a&gt; on how the common cold virus (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;rhinovirus&lt;/span&gt;) infection may prevent the development of influenza infection simply because there aren't cells available to infect. A few months ago I noted how crazy it is that some people were considering "swine flu parties" now I wonder how many parents are going to plan "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;rhinovirus parties". Just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-8289882478418406597?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://scienceblogs.com/effectmeasure/2009/11/the_common_cold_and_influenza.php' title='A Nasty Preventative Option For Fighting Flu'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8289882478418406597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=8289882478418406597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/8289882478418406597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/8289882478418406597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/nasty-preventative-option-for-fighting.html' title='A Nasty Preventative Option For Fighting Flu'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-8295045936231424646</id><published>2009-11-14T08:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T08:34:59.901-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PSA That Makes one think</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ubNF9QNEQLA&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xd6d6d6&amp;amp;color2=0xf0f0f0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ubNF9QNEQLA&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xd6d6d6&amp;amp;color2=0xf0f0f0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am often fascinated at how easily we are able to miss what is going on right in front of our eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://unreasonablefaith.com/feed/" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-decoration: none; "&gt;http:&lt;wbr&gt;/&lt;wbr&gt;/unreasonablefaith.com&lt;wbr&gt;/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-8295045936231424646?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8295045936231424646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=8295045936231424646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/8295045936231424646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/8295045936231424646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/psa-that-makes-one-think.html' title='PSA That Makes one think'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-2797043668946294762</id><published>2009-10-31T23:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T23:48:03.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2550/4062433857_6c357b1516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2550/4062433857_6c357b1516.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since both Christmas and All Saints Day are originally pagan holidays that Christianity is still trying to influence I  think there is a place in both Christmas and Halloween for Christians to add to the potential cultural shifts. I have memories from youth about the fear that was created around this time because many of my Church influences focused on how Satan was honored in Halloween. While this may be the case in limited situations, the holiday is generally benign in our culture. For this reason I and my wife have allowed limited involvement in trick-or-treating (in fun and not scary costume), and carving of pumpkins. Our goal is to avoid the fear that even those in God's house feel during this time, and also to add to the cultural shift to fun at Halloween and not pagan mischief. As my children develop a higher awareness of their history I want to take full advantage of the history that the Christian Church has remembered on the sunset of the 31st of October and continue to teach it to our children. We don't spend enough&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; time telling t&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;he stories of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Corrie ten Boom, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Mart&lt;/span&gt;in Luther, and Eric Liddell in between stories of Moses, Noah, and Paul. Instead of hiding from&lt;/span&gt; Halloween, let's use it for the purpose our Church fathers and mothers intended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-2797043668946294762?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.flickr.com/photos/themathers/4062433857/' title='Halloween'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2797043668946294762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=2797043668946294762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/2797043668946294762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/2797043668946294762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2550/4062433857_6c357b1516_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-2887776904467797966</id><published>2009-10-27T09:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T12:50:27.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who I Really Am</title><content type='html'>On my facebook account I recently engaged in a conversation with an old friend who knew me as a teenager and young adult. She wasn't aware that I had left my family business nine years ago and that I had changed my stance on healthcare. My friend was apparently quite surprised when I took up for a modality that was quite opposite my former practice. I have also been directly and indirectly accused of taking up only for conventional medicine while summarily rejecting anything that smacks of alternative or complementary "medicine". In an effort to show that I am a bit more complex than this let me tell a little about how "Josh Mather, Nurse" came to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important people in this story are my parents. When I was very young they generally followed the pediatrician's advice, even taking us to the clinic with cartoons on the wall for the horror of childhood vaccines. My parents were strict in the sense that they made rules and expected us to follow them, but our home was a very loving home where both parents passionately loved each other and their children. This is important because some have suggested that I left my father's Naturopathic practice in a reaction to how strictly he raised us. My parents could certainly have done some things better, but I honestly felt that I was loved and even sometimes suspected that I was loved more than my three siblings. To this day I feel lucky to have parents that love each other and their children without condition or reserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about six years old when the doctors told my parents that Mom was not going to see us open our Christmas gifts even with aggressive treatment with chemotherapy. The new protocols for treating Hodgkin's disease hadn't been adequately used to develop an accurate prediction for its effectiveness in the early 1980s when Mom found she was covered by cancer. When the medical system seemed a failure my parents turned alternative "medicine" for hope. Mom eventually did receive chemotherapy that turned out to be effective even for her advanced form of the disease, but by the time conventional medicine came to the rescue my parents had convinced themselves that conventional medicine may provide temporary help, but no matter what appeared to occur alternative "medicine" would provide the permanent success. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was six when everything fell apart but I was about ten when Mom finally came back to being an active part of my life. In the intervening years I saw Mom reduced to sitting in a recliner weakly kissing us goodbye as we went to school in the morning and often being in a hospital unexpectedly when we came home to be met at the door by a neighbor who fed us supper at her house. The anemic insurance we had would not pay for Mom's treatments so my siblings and I wore hand-me-downs left on our porch in garbage bags while money for clothes was spent on herbs and medical bills. We all sacrificed to see that Mom survived, and after she finally recovered from her chemotherapy Mom started to slowly have more good days than bad until she made her first family meal since she was sick. I remember our joy at having her in our pew at church, and no one could keep tears at bay when Mom's beautiful voice filled the church singing and weeping through "I thank you Lord" in her first vocal solo since becoming bedridden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the story so far seems to be a sob story, but for a bulk of my childhood every member of the family was somehow engaged in Mom's fight for survival. We all bought into the plan of alternative "medicine" with a little conventional medicine. We all dealt in some degree with the disapproval from conventional medicine for how my parents chose to treat Mom's case. One doctor even went so far as to accuse my father of trying kill my mother by brainwashing her. My family used the emotions of the controversy to rally around my parents' choice of alternative, and our closeness as a family was partly built on our common bond in the midst of controversy. Our choices as individuals in healthcare have been partly guided by this strong emotion still evoked when discussing these things. This is why my initial choice to practice naturopathic "medicine" makes sense. It was more than family background, it was emotional identification with "the cause" that made it an easy choice to follow my father's footsteps into alternative "medicine" which I did without reserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than simply following the typical apprenticeship model of learning that my father did in developing his alternative "medicine" practice after Mom's recovery I was encouraged to take a more formal education and take some advanced science classes taught from the conventional medicine view. Dad hoped that I would develop a well-rounded view of healthcare and be able to approach our joint practice from a fresh perspective to bring further advancement to alternative "medicine". The approach worked, and for more than a year we worked as an effective team. We envisioned me as the primary caregiver in the office while Dad transitioned into a more educational role teaching classes and writing books. Near the end of this year together problems developed as my intellectual involvement overtook my emotional involvement. The following link details how some aspects of this change developed. http://www.quackwatch.org/01QuackeryRelatedTopics/confessions.html &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-2887776904467797966?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2887776904467797966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=2887776904467797966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/2887776904467797966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/2887776904467797966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2009/10/who-i-really-am.html' title='Who I Really Am'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-7951785163145088588</id><published>2009-09-22T07:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T07:17:30.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Air Sanitizer</title><content type='html'>Asthma is a disease in which tubes in the lungs overreact to certain situations. Sometimes allergies to particles in the air cause asthma, but our daughter has a problem primarily with upper respiratory tract infections and ozone-related pollution. For example when summer days here in Birmingham, Alabama cause smog to descend heavily on the city my sweet little girl often has trouble breathing. When looking into air purifiers for our home we found that there is a lot of misinformation about what is offered to those who need good air cleaning at a reasonable price. One good option is to get a big unit with advanced filters (HEPA type) that moves a lot of air. The downside of this method is that it can be expensive in power bills and filter replacement. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Another option that has been advertised very aggressively is the air ionizer. As opposed to an air filter which pushes air through some sort of filter that catches particles and keeps them from going back into the air- an ionizer modifies molecules in the air. My first memory of ionizers was the "ozone generator" which was advertized to make air as clean as after a thunderstorm. The idea was that lightning produces charged molecules of the gas ozone (O3) which is healthier than contaminated air. In theory ozone generators can decontaminate the air from certain particles because the ions produced by ozone generators act as a kind of magnet that forces certain particles in the air to stick to solid objects such as the fibers in the carpet, drapes, or metal plates within the ozone generator. Sadly for the producers of ozone generators the EPA has the belief that ozone is a harmful gas that needs to limited. When it was revealed that ozone generators generally produce harmful levels of ozone in enclosed spaces some state and local governments moved to regulate the sale of the devices. The ozone generator manufacturers changed the name of their devices. Now some are sold as air sanitizers.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I recently was offered the use of one such air sanitizer called the "Boomerang". I asked if it was a filter and was informed that it was "much better". The person offering me the "Boomerang" told me that it worked like an ozone generator but without the ozone. On the company website I found that the device generates "hydroxyl ions, hydro peroxide ions, and ozonide ions" which act as oxidizers to sanitize air and surfaces. What is ozonide? The molecular formula is O3−. It should look familiar because it is ozone with a negative charge. Release ozonide into room air and I suspect you would find that it would act much like ozone. In other words the Boomerang is essentially an ozone generator by another name. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The person who told me about this Boomerang described that one customer found it to be so good that all the spiders left their home because their were no bugs to find in the "clean" air. I countered that it was probably due to the fact that the air became too toxic. The fact is that ozone and the compounds that result from its reaction with surrounding molecules are powerful oxidizers just like the website for the device stated. This, however, is not a good thing. When reading the word "oxidizer" it helps to think another catch-word from not too long ago- "free-radical". Oxidizers are ions that "look" for electrons to "steal" from other molecules and these ions can cause cell damage or death if they contact a vulnerable molecule in the cell. This explains why ozone causes such significant irritation in my daughter's lungs. While toxic doses of ozone will kill bacteria and fungus the ions produced by devices such as the boomerang more often cause these particles to attach themselves to the floor and other solid objects around the room. Think of how having an ionizer in the bathroom influences this process. All those particles aerosalized by flushing will be encouraged by the air ionizer to settle on door handles, counter surfaces, and other such areas. Not such a nice thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family opted for HEPA air filters placed throughout the home when we anticipate the need for increased air purification. Not only will our air be cleaner and the ozone be much less, but our surfaces will be cleaner and need less dusting. When it comes to adopting "new" technology it often pays to ignore the hype and look into the basic mechanics involved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-7951785163145088588?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7951785163145088588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=7951785163145088588&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/7951785163145088588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/7951785163145088588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2009/09/air-sanitizer.html' title='Air Sanitizer'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-2354051518347744133</id><published>2009-07-26T12:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T12:08:51.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cultural religiousity</title><content type='html'>This morning during Sunday school our teacher spoke about the church of Smyrna that was being persecuted viciously. Our teacher noted that if the church was American they would still have endured persecution because they chose to obey God rather than to be integrated in the culture. We were rebuked for being too much like our culture and so avoiding persecutuion. I must admit that I disagree with his assesment of why American Christians are not generally persecuted. Practicing Muslims stick out more and suffer less persecution here in the USA than do the most timid Christians in most of the world. Americans are sensitive to those who stick out so that skin colors and religious practices that do not fit with cultural expectations are noted and made to feel uncomfortable outside their cultural context. American Christians who strictly adhere to certain dictates that they find in Scripture will miss out on certain opportunities such as Sunday sports and social gatherings that involve alcohol, but they cannot begin to call this persecution. Those who are vocal about things such as sexual perversions and abortion will find themselves further shunned, and perhaps targetted for mistreatment, but this I not the result of general obedience to Scripture but the living out of a personal sense of calling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I don't think the lack of persecution is reason for American Christians to feel like failures the fact that American Christians do follow the lead of culture in what parts of Scripture they obey should be cause for concern. The fact that Christians do not treat their Sunday as a Sabbath, do not keep women from speaking in the assembly, and no longer advocate slavery is not the result of persecution, but responses to a sense of cultural inconvenience. Doctrine in Scripture has not changed in the last two thousand years, but how we apply it often the outcome of cultural pressures. This fact makes me wonder how much I really appear to be a true Christian in comparison to men like Peter, Paul, and Stephen. I find myself constantly re-examining why I do what I do and believe what I believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-2354051518347744133?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2354051518347744133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=2354051518347744133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/2354051518347744133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/2354051518347744133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/cultural-religiousity.html' title='Cultural religiousity'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-7266826677384316371</id><published>2009-07-10T19:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T19:10:34.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ants go marching</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 6px; margin-right: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 6px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); min-height: 1100px; counter-reset: __goog_page__ 0; line-height: normal; "&gt;Since my wife and I both graduated from high school home-schooled (in different schools of course!) I am often asked by friends if we think about home-schooling our three children. My answer is that we do home-school, but our children also attend conventional school. My point is that while we do not home-school our children in the typical sense we still have the belief that we are responsible for their education. This means that we use many of the techniques our parent's used to cram as much education into one day as we can. Yesterday was a case in point. &lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;My son and I were at the pool when I noticed a thick line of ants going into the trash can poolside. I tossed some garbage into the can and put the top back on realizing that it hadn't been closed correctly some time before allowing the ants to find a way into the can and find some food that had been left inside. I adjusted the lid and it fell tightly into place cutting off the access point for the ants and even forcing some ants to scramble away down the side of the can in a defensive maneuver. As I stepped back away from the garbage can I noticed the column of ants continued along the path of the ants who had been going into the can even though the lid was too tight to get in. I figured the column would simply continue around the lid until the group would fall onto the original column. Out of curiosity I watched the ants, but instead of bumbling along the ants gathered in groups around the area where the path led into the road block caused by the closed lid. Antennae touched antennae after antennae until one by one ants started to follow the invisible trail back down. As the ants traveled down away from the closed lid they touched antennae with the up-going ants and it didn't seem like anything happened. The up-going ants continued moving the same direction until after meeting with the fifth or sixth down-going ant they abruptly would turn around and follow the trail downward. Within a minute almost the whole column had completely reversed course with a few stragglers still meandering about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;At this point I called my son over and showed him what was going on. We watched as the column slowly turned around as ant after ant met with the turned around ants and finally changed course. Returning to the apartment we discussed how people tend to follow the crowd and how even if we don't seem to change one person's mind about something our voice added to the group of voices may be enough to eventually make a change one person at a time. Arriving at the apartment my son and I told our story of the ants and after dinner found us all gathered around the computer screen watching Youtube as an "ant researcher" showed his study process of using one ant to leave a scent trail for other ants to follow to some food that was left out. I remember my father using events like this to create teaching moments to both teach his children about science and the importance of standing by our deeply held beliefs in the face of pressure. I hope that tomorrow morning I can teach my kids about the scientific method and carry out a simple experiment to see if we can "validate" the researcher's method of proving ant's communication by scent trails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;The answer is no my kids don't exclusively home school, but I hope that my kids will be able to say that they were certainly educated at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-7266826677384316371?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7266826677384316371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=7266826677384316371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/7266826677384316371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/7266826677384316371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/ants-go-marching.html' title='ants go marching'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-857079855745344195</id><published>2009-06-16T18:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T19:19:11.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fin</title><content type='html'>Just so you know, I am officially done with my preparations for my nursing practice. Now I am officially a nurse in the Great State of Alabama. Last Saturday I received my license and next week I will complete my hospital orientation as a nurse nine years after Brookwood hired me to learn how to work as a surgical technician. I cannot express my gratefulness to the hospital and family members who made this long journey possible, but we are all glad to see this fruit. My wife is especially relieved to have me home more. I have been taking my kids to the pool almost every day after work and spending more time just sitting next to my wife on the couch after the kids are in bed. The late nights at work are now overtime instead of desperate attempts at getting enough hours to meet my family's needs. It is a good feeling. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-857079855745344195?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/857079855745344195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=857079855745344195&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/857079855745344195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/857079855745344195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/fin.html' title='fin'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-498165567081681859</id><published>2009-05-14T17:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T17:43:00.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduate Nurse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mrjosh.us/img/TRANS.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 967px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 553px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://mrjosh.us/img/TRANS.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just accessed my transcript, the unofficial one, at school and even they admit that I am nursing school graduate. That is, unofficially. Still, it looks good to me. Even the 3.11 looks good to me. Sort-of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now waiting to complete the paperwork to get my temporary license and be allowed to take the nursing boards. So fun. Not really. I am not one for waiting. More details as they come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-498165567081681859?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/498165567081681859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=498165567081681859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/498165567081681859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/498165567081681859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/graduate-nurse.html' title='Graduate Nurse'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-5221823347639728482</id><published>2009-04-25T23:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:28:39.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of ballet girls and others</title><content type='html'>Once again I have posted pictures to &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/themathers/"&gt;my flickr site&lt;/a&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/themathers/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/themathers/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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others'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-5796050332186823897</id><published>2009-04-05T21:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:15:59.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pictures!</title><content type='html'>Just so you know that we have new pictures from our awesome weekend! &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/themathers/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/themathers/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-5796050332186823897?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5796050332186823897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=5796050332186823897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/5796050332186823897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/5796050332186823897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-pictures.html' title='New Pictures!'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-3716830990827271570</id><published>2009-03-05T08:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T08:33:28.695-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanted: A Voice</title><content type='html'>As you know if you have been around me this week it seems very probable that I have a ruptured blood vessel in my vocal cords. My communication has been mostly by light whispering and typing on my pocket computer. It sure complicates things. I have not had the time to get a scope of my vocal cords so I don't have absolute proof of the diagnosis, but the fact that I went from a full voice to no voice in the period of minutes while singing makes it a pretty sure thing. I have never lost my voice for so long, and if I ever recover my full voice no one knows at this point if I will be able to sing again. All this since singing on praise team last Sunday. This, of course, could end up being a short hyphen in my life story, but the fact that I may lose the voice I know has really shaken me. &lt;br /&gt;Now for funny stuff. &lt;br /&gt;The first assumption when people hear me speak is that I am sick with  respiratory virus. I have been asked to step back, and even asked to leave the room during surgery. The next thing I hear quite often is "That will be especially hard for you, Josh." My mother-in-law has been the sweetest about it- "Will you still be able to explain things?" She knows that I love to teach, and wanted me to know that she valued that. One of my co-workers has made it point to thank God that I still can't talk every time he hears me whispering. It seems that I needed to give the world a break from my voice anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I hope to get some voice back next week. In the meantime I hope to learn how to listen better and talk less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-3716830990827271570?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3716830990827271570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=3716830990827271570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/3716830990827271570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/3716830990827271570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/wanted-voice.html' title='Wanted: A Voice'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-3630804333834327599</id><published>2009-02-17T20:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:06:06.748-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back When...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlstCEQvahU/SZt4nxN-S1I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7jd14J1ktwI/s1600-h/01-28-1984+Grandaddy+71st+birthday+Elizabeth,+Dode,+Rebecca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303965610781068114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlstCEQvahU/SZt4nxN-S1I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7jd14J1ktwI/s320/01-28-1984+Grandaddy+71st+birthday+Elizabeth,+Dode,+Rebecca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elizabeth and I scanned in some old photos that we borrowed from her family. You can see them in our Flickr set "Back When..." &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/themathers/sets/72157614030976140/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/themathers/sets/72157614030976140/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-3630804333834327599?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.flickr.com/photos/themathers/sets/72157614030976140/' title='Back When...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3630804333834327599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=3630804333834327599&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/3630804333834327599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/3630804333834327599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/back-when.html' title='Back When...'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlstCEQvahU/SZt4nxN-S1I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7jd14J1ktwI/s72-c/01-28-1984+Grandaddy+71st+birthday+Elizabeth,+Dode,+Rebecca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-5823409381482658911</id><published>2009-02-17T05:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T06:02:52.301-06:00</updated><title type='text'>5:30</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlstCEQvahU/SZqmEMrb5MI/AAAAAAAAAJA/y2YWrXox_9Y/s1600-h/DSCN0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303734102235276482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlstCEQvahU/SZqmEMrb5MI/AAAAAAAAAJA/y2YWrXox_9Y/s400/DSCN0089.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of the cheesiest aspects of my life involve necessary habits. One habit is a daily one that I share with many Americans and which helps anchor me. It is a ritual that defines the beginning of the day. I grind my dark roast coffee beans (Trader Joe French Roast is my favorite), brew a dark cup in my steam espresso (I know it is not REALLY espresso, but it works for this purpose), and drink the result in a cup that means something to me. This morning it is a Starbucks cup that one of the kiddos gave me for Christmas this last time. In the picture above is my cup on the couch next to my coat and grey scarf my wife made for me. I anticipate being cold this morning when I walk Milo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-5823409381482658911?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5823409381482658911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=5823409381482658911&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/5823409381482658911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/5823409381482658911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/530.html' title='5:30'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlstCEQvahU/SZqmEMrb5MI/AAAAAAAAAJA/y2YWrXox_9Y/s72-c/DSCN0089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-1323347016545903800</id><published>2009-01-04T12:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T12:35:18.479-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pictures of the New Year</title><content type='html'>New pictures have been posted to our flickr account- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/themathers/sets/72157612075590767/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/themathers/sets/72157612075590767/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-1323347016545903800?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.flickr.com/photos/themathers/sets/72157612075590767/' title='New Pictures of the New Year'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1323347016545903800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=1323347016545903800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/1323347016545903800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/1323347016545903800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-pictures-of-new-year.html' title='New Pictures of the New Year'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-7079811911664489557</id><published>2008-12-26T21:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T21:41:40.891-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/themathers/sets/72157611160817985/"&gt;My pictures are up&lt;/a&gt; on MrJosh.us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-7079811911664489557?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.flickr.com/photos/themathers/sets/72157611160817985/' title='New Pictures!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7079811911664489557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=7079811911664489557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/7079811911664489557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/7079811911664489557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-pictures.html' title='New Pictures!'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-8971954979297964454</id><published>2008-11-25T00:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T00:16:22.118-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spending the night in Roanoke, VA</title><content type='html'>yep, we are&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-8971954979297964454?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8971954979297964454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=8971954979297964454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/8971954979297964454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/8971954979297964454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/spending-night-in-roanoke-va.html' title='Spending the night in Roanoke, VA'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-4380323216951174443</id><published>2008-10-23T10:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:29:31.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pitfalls</title><content type='html'>I mentioned last post that teaching Christianity is rational from a "godless" paradigm is setting up our next generation for belief failure. Unfortunately we have found ourselves reacting to our culture's current focus on scientific rationalism (which some have called scientific naturalism) and establishing apologetics teachings to guide our young people in how to argue someone from unbelief to belief. In theory this approach seems good in that we are both equipping our young people to counter doubt around them as well as assuring them against the doubts within them. What happens, then, if the youth discovers that his rational beliefs only truly work within the framework based on the presupposition that there is a Christian God? An honest theologian will sadly admit there is no solution to the problem of evil, and no real unimpeachable proof of God's existence without first acknowledging God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Himself states in Scripture that while He has given clues to his existence around His creation most human eyes are blind to them. Sadly, it is the very extensive knowledge, or rather the personal recognition of one's own knowledge, that makes it difficult to identify God as the Creator. Jesus often said that the simple recognize God, but wise overlook Him. Ah! Says the agnostic, so you do want me to "check my brain at the door", but that is not it at all. It is pride that needs to be checked, though many mistake their sense of pride for a self-awareness of intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our culture is already developing a shift away from pure rationalism. Even those, with certain very vocal exceptions, who decry the danger of religion often state the importance of spirituality. The spirituality that these agnostic/atheists accept is loosely based on Hindu ideas of energy and karma. I expect another swing toward "new age" spiritualism in the next decade with a more rationalist bent than we have seen in the past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How this effects our youth is that spiritualism will explain certain emotional experiences that the rationalist describes, but everything else in his universe will be seen from the atheistic frame of reference. As our youth continue to engage the culture many will not want to have it appear that they have checked their brains at the door of faith. Friends and professors will regard the fundamentalist Christian youth with condescension. Soon the youth will find that all the arguments he was taught in church about how to prove God's hand in creation is not sufficient for even himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not, then, wise to declare Christianity to be rational  in the modern sense. Instead we need to accept that true faith in God is just that- faith. We are not saved from the power of sin and death by our ability to discern the truth. Paul made this clear in his letter to the Ephesians- "By grace are you saved through faith, and that not of yourself..." It is better to teach our children the value of their gift of faith rather teaching them to explain their faith using the world's reasoning. We need to teach our children that it is ok to say "I believe because I have faith given by the Holy Spirit." It is ok to not have all the answers because, as Paul wrote, right now we can only know in part (I Corinthians 13:12).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-4380323216951174443?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4380323216951174443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=4380323216951174443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/4380323216951174443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/4380323216951174443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/pitfalls.html' title='Pitfalls'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-5923730375978470252</id><published>2008-09-30T09:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T10:53:54.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'>74 Days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-5923730375978470252?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5923730375978470252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=5923730375978470252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/5923730375978470252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/5923730375978470252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/74-days_30.html' title='74 Days!'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-3027814408810424721</id><published>2008-09-30T09:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T09:05:29.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>74 Days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-3027814408810424721?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3027814408810424721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=3027814408810424721&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/3027814408810424721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/3027814408810424721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/74-days.html' title='74 Days!'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-7970217776045544221</id><published>2008-09-29T22:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T00:48:46.201-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='behe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religulous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creationsim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intelligent design'/><title type='text'>Religion as a rational problem</title><content type='html'>The word rational is used to denote the idea that reasoning was used to come to certain point of understanding. Someone who acts rationally is considered someone who appropriately uses reason to determine a course of action. Rationalists look at fundamentalist Christians and state that their beliefs are irrational. Larry Charles says it well- &lt;em&gt;"Ok.  An old God, a very buff old God that lives in space decides to create the first man from earth dust, then makes a woman from that man’s rib.  They get to live forever if they don’t eat the forbidden fruit from the tree of knowledge, but the woman is tricked into eating a piece by a talking snake and all future humanity is cursed"&lt;/em&gt; In this modern world the Genesis story of creation seems a bit more than a stretch. It seems irrational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People like Ken Ham believe that the Genesis creation story, as well as all of Scripture, is entirely rational. Mr. Ham even believes that modern scientists have proven beyond doubt that every odd-looking story in the Bible has clear evidence to support it. Ken Ham has made significant contributions to increase the acceptance of the ideas of the modern movement known as Intelligent Design. Adherents to ID, as Intelligent Design is known, believe that science points to evidence that some nonhuman intelligent Designer created everything. These ID followers call the Designer they speak of as God in church, but generally speak of him only as The Designer in more secular situations to avoid mental roadblocks that secularists develop in association with the name of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Christianity and the idea of belief in any god at all rational or irrational? Does it matter? Many Christians attempt to convert the atheist by attesting to the rationality of Christianity based on morality (See the writings of &lt;a href="http://www.rzim.org/"&gt;Ravi Zacharias&lt;/a&gt;), or science (See Michael Behe on the &lt;a href="http://www.discovery.org/scripts/viewDB/index.php?command=view&amp;amp;id=31&amp;amp;isFellow=true"&gt;Discovery Institute page&lt;/a&gt;). I am often pulled into such discussions at work or school and I support the arguments of the Christians in the discussion as best I can, but at the same time I remind myself of the comment Jesus made to Peter when he declared the truth of Christ's deity- "&lt;a href="http://kingjbible.com/matthew/16.htm"&gt;Flesh and blood hath not revealed it unto thee, but my Father which is in heaven&lt;/a&gt;." The &lt;a href="http://kingjbible.com/psalms/19.htm"&gt;heavens do declare the glory of God&lt;/a&gt; as loudly as Christ's miracles proclaimed Him to be the Messiah, but it takes the work of God in the heart of a man for him to see it as it truly is. I am concerned with how often Christians try to argue from anti-God philosophy to produce a rationale for a belief in God when the connection is not really there. I strongly believe that Christianity is only completely rational to those who have had their eyes opened by God. To argue that anyone who sees creation must trick themselves into not believing in God is setting up our next generation for more belief failure than we see in our current generation. More on that later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-7970217776045544221?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7970217776045544221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=7970217776045544221&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/7970217776045544221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/7970217776045544221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/religion-as-rational-problem.html' title='Religion as a rational problem'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-8265794879826142144</id><published>2008-09-28T12:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T12:12:57.687-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Religulous</title><content type='html'>Bill Maher, the irreverent comedian and political commentator, has created a new movie, Religulous, that advances the ideas of what some have called "The New Atheism." The main thrust of this movement is that religion is not only silly but dangerous, and is the source of most conflict in society. Mr. Maher insists rightfully that most Americans are practical Rationalists (his name for atheists) even though they declare themselves to be believers in a deity. His hope for this movie, as He told Larry King, is that those people who are calling themselves religious but thinking as atheists will have the courage to stand up for rationalism and peace. If everything goes as planned the movie comes out this week, and I hope to go to it. The name of the movie is a play on the word ridiculous combined with the word religious, and I want to know how to adress the issues that he raises in my life and in the minds of those with whom I work. It is possible that I have become so lax in my faith that I have become Religulous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-8265794879826142144?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8265794879826142144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=8265794879826142144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/8265794879826142144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/8265794879826142144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/religulous.html' title='Religulous'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-1300567361399292482</id><published>2008-09-27T23:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T23:53:56.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Planning</title><content type='html'>The announcement chilled my blood to deep in my gut- "This is one of those people who had to jump out of their apartment in Vestavia this morning." Of course my first thought was "We live in an apartment in Vestavia!" A quick call to Wonderful calmed that fear, but she informed me that one of our friends was injured jumping from her apartment in the early morning fire, and was in my hospital. I got the necessary information from my wife, and after my shift I found my way to her room where her children were keeping vigil over her sleeping form. This friends's youngest son plays soccer with my son, and I asked him what it was like having such an odd alarm clock wake him. His proud answer was typical for his young age- "I aimed perfect when I threw my dog out the window onto the pillow." I chuckled and asked his older brother if they needed anything. The Body Of Christ has responded superbly to their needs as best I can tell. &lt;br /&gt;Returning home that night I thought about the fact that the tragedy could have been so much worse than an injured mother and loss of all belongings. People die far too often from fires in the home, and among the most tragic deaths are those preventable deaths of children. As soon as we had a quiet moment that night I sent my kids to bed, shut off the lights, and activated a smoke alarm in the hall. My oldest responded almost exactly as we had practiced months before, and with some prompting from their brother my giggly girls followed suit. Not every plan is perfect, but when a few basic plans are well-known to everyone the handling of an emergency will be much less likely to have a tragic ending. I encourage every family to develop a few simple evacuation routes through your home with a well-defined gathering area that is out of danger. Also please help your child learn not to hide during a fire. Youngsters that are lost to fires are often found afterwards in a hiding place. It makes sense to them to hide from a scary fire, but it keeps them from being found by rescuers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We praise the Lord for His protection, and we are praying for you guys. Get well Mrs. Sue!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-1300567361399292482?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1300567361399292482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=1300567361399292482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/1300567361399292482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/1300567361399292482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/planning.html' title='Planning'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-3387749078099320212</id><published>2008-09-23T06:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T06:38:02.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>81 days, 2.7 months, 11.56 weeks, and no matter how you look at it there is a light at the end of the tunnel. Yesterday we stood outside the School of Nursing in our white as a group for our graduation photo, and it began to sink in- I just might be able to do this! And then one of the faculty said, "I thought all this time that you were a nurse practitioner student." I realized that no matter what accomplishment I completed there was always going to be one more thing to do to "make it even better." Such is the lot of the human affection. Adam and Eve faced this when in the state of bliss they were told "You could be better, like God." The fact is that I am happy with my current path becaue it is where God has me right now. I am content with what vistas are coming into view over the immediate horizon, and I see the good that God can do in and through me here. All I need to do now is watch my step so that I take this current path t its end without faltering. More is sure to come, but I must first cross this ridge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-3387749078099320212?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3387749078099320212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=3387749078099320212&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/3387749078099320212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/3387749078099320212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-743905726341835234</id><published>2008-09-21T18:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T19:00:45.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living The Life</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite moments of life involves my Wonderful sitting by me talking about whatever she happens to think of. That's what I am doing right now with a strawberry Milkquake in front of me and a chocolate one in front of her. She just spied me writing and she paused for a moment, but something just came to mind and she is off on another topic. She worries that she bugs me talking so much, but it is just nice to listen to her relax and know that every once and a while we can just chat about something that does not include money, child discipline, or Sarah's asthma. Right now I am living a wonderful life, and I must admit that I am grateful to have her beside me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-743905726341835234?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/743905726341835234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=743905726341835234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/743905726341835234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/743905726341835234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/living-life.html' title='Living The Life'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-1951541076274947851</id><published>2008-09-09T12:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T12:33:01.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten years</title><content type='html'>It was ten years ago this last weekend that I asked the woman who was to be my Wonderful wife to join me for life. She had no idea what she was in for, but she gave me her left hand to decoate with a solitary diamond ring. Five months later a simple gold band joined the diamond, and my life became more incredible than I had ever imagined. Thank you darling for the best ten years of my life so far!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-1951541076274947851?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1951541076274947851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=1951541076274947851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/1951541076274947851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/1951541076274947851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/ten-years.html' title='Ten years'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-8737976275202045550</id><published>2008-09-04T08:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T11:20:29.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gifts of a moment</title><content type='html'>A moment is the period of time from one thing to the next. It seems as long as an eternity or as fleeting as a microsecond. A moment can be spent waiting for the light to turn green, or hoping you picked the correct long line in the grocery store. Many people I know consider moments to be nuisances that become major frustrations, but I just want to encourage us to see moments as chances for quiet or verbal prayer. That lady in front of you that has a huge handful of complicated coupons needs your prayer much more than your angry stare. Just a thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-8737976275202045550?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8737976275202045550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=8737976275202045550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/8737976275202045550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/8737976275202045550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/gifts-of-moment.html' title='Gifts of a moment'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-4566847769199741593</id><published>2008-09-03T12:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T12:51:46.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>101 days!</title><content type='html'>I am thrilled that I have only 101 days left until I graduate. I just thought you would like to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-4566847769199741593?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4566847769199741593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=4566847769199741593&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/4566847769199741593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/4566847769199741593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/101-days.html' title='101 days!'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-1395484541137035288</id><published>2008-08-01T09:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T09:23:15.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a quick glance</title><content type='html'>My semester break is coming up and as I am looking forward to having some time “off” I remembered that I have this blog. Once again my desire to add to this blog is increased, not because I need my opinions “out there” but because my children read this blog when something new comes up, and I want them to have something challenging to read. At any rate – let me mention something that is on my heart at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently learned that an acquaintance of mine was sanctioned by his church for adultery- I don’t know the details, but, knowing this church, it had to be pretty obvious for them to do something. This man was in a position of responsibility in the Church, and so his case is more public than some. Sadly, my first thought when hearing of his sanctioning was- “I knew this would happen!” In my sinfulness I congratulated myself at recognizing his weakness and identifying the likelihood that he would be caught up in this sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully I am growing enough in the Lord that He was able to chide me promptly for my sinful attitude of judging someone as less spiritual than I when I can so easily fail myself. The truth is that this man, let’s call him Joe, did have a shallow presentation of his faith. Joe preached a sermon when I was last in his church on how to be a happy Christian. His premise was that happy Christians are strong Christians, and I took exception to his premise. I find in Scripture that a focus on God’s work does bring a sense of peace and happiness, but even Jesus found Himself in inner conflict as He prayed “Not my will, but thine…” When my happiness is my goal I will find that my actions will eventually be against God’s plan. I suspect that Joe’s sermon was a symptom of his personal decision to seek his will above God’s, and that this mindset left him open to adultery. I don’t know this for sure, but I have known Joe for some time, and this belief fits with his behavior for the last twenty years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what does this mean for me? I was once again reminded that I am easily swayed from Paul’s admonition to keep my mind set on God’s ways rather than being distracted by the wasteful pleasures around me. &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%28http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=Colossians+3%3A1-5%20%29"&gt;Col 3:1-5 (ESV)&lt;/a&gt; “If then you have been raised with Christ, seek the things that are above, where Christ is, seated at the right hand of God. Set your minds on things that are above, not on things that are on earth. For you have died, and your life is hidden with Christ in God. When Christ who is your life appears, then you also will appear with him in glory. Put to death therefore what is earthly in you: sexual immorality, impurity, passion, evil desire, and covetousness, which is idolatry.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can easily judge someone for their failure to keep their focus aloft (looking up to God), but by doing so I can lose my focus. An idea that I find helpful is to remember how I use my eyes when I drive with my family. If I spend too much time looking at any car beside me or at anything in the car with me the results can be disastrous. I want to know what the drivers in the cars around me are doing. If they are looking around to change lanes I want to get out of their way if I can. If they are texting, reading the paper, or arguing with their passengers I want to keep a safe distance between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same idea applies to my Christian walk. I need to glance around me at what others are doing, but I want to keep my mind on Christ's path for me. I need to notice Joe's weakness and pray for him. I need to avoid some of the mistakes that led to his failure so that I don't follow, but I don't want to get too involved as a spectator or the results may lead to my own crash. If I am part of the solution for Joe, then his path may be part of my path, but if I am not involved, as Dad often says, I need to get on with my work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-1395484541137035288?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=Colossians+3%3A1-5' title='Just a quick glance'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1395484541137035288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=1395484541137035288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/1395484541137035288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/1395484541137035288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-quick-glance.html' title='Just a quick glance'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-1836190208581553697</id><published>2008-04-29T22:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T23:01:28.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scripting</title><content type='html'>We took advantage today of a new promotion offered by Charter for a low price on cable tv and internet. They provided me with an e-mail address and a password but I didn't like the password so I clicked on the link to change the password. The link took me to the page to manage my charter account, but when I tried to access my account the FAQ said that I needed a code found on my bill to access that area. Since I established service today I don't have a bill and the technician didn't give me anything similar to the code I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got onto an online chat with a representative and she began with her scripted opening statement asking for my SSN, phone #, and full name. I then stated my problem as not being able to modify my account online because I don't have the security code on the bill. She then asked me for the security code. I asked her where I could find the code, but she responded that all I had to look at the top right corner of my bill. I once again typed out the fact that I had no bill to which she replied that she could not help me with the question and to contact my local office in the morning (it is past office hours).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I typed "thanks for your help" she sent "Is there anything else I can do for you?" Now she had just told me that there was nothing she could do for me without the code on my nonexistent bill. I just love scripts. They don't always work for the situations the consumer response "engineer" designs them for. I responded by asking if there was anything she could do without my security code, and she agreed that there was nothing she could do for me. So I said goodnight. I tried to paste the chat onto here, but it didn't copy and I closed it before I got a screenshot. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many consumer care departments work off of scripts now. The technician is expected to follow the script as closely as possible, and I have found that some have even scripted "chit-chat" into the computer screens of their workers. I got one poor woman to prove my point by figuring out how to get her into an endless loop on her screen script prompts until we both broke out into giggles every time she uttered a new sentence. The thing is that they rarely are able to deviate from the scripting because their calls may be monitored for that very thing. In other words, the consumer has made it clear that we would rather speak to a person than a computer, but we almost end up speaking to a computer through a person. Sorry, it just gets to me sometimes. Back to the regularly scheduled program.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-1836190208581553697?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1836190208581553697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=1836190208581553697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/1836190208581553697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/1836190208581553697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/scripting.html' title='Scripting'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-1990519960686357101</id><published>2008-04-14T00:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T00:17:10.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Apple Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;This evening while I was sitting in the service at Church preparing for Communion I felt totally inadequate to come to the Table. I basically told God that I just hadn't come to the point where I could come with a clear conscience. As my own advocate I pointed out I had improved in the areas in which I normally sinned, but I reminded myself that I still constantly struggled with wrong thoughts and attitudes that I should have mastered long ago. I confessed these to the Lord, but I still contemplated leaving before the serving of the bread and "wine". Then an analogy came to mind-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was as if I was an apple tree and my fruit was my offering of worship to God. Every week He would come to taste of my fruit, and every week the last seven days produced the fruit that He sampled. I learned to cringe every week because I knew that while I was producing one of the apples He would choose to sample I allowed a bird to nick the skin of one, or a worm would have been chased out of the other. I may not have sent the right amount of sugar to one, or spent enough time reddening another that was now marked with a splotch of green. Every week the Lord would take of my fruit and savor every bite as if it was the best He ever had. I finally tired of this charade and asked- "How can you act as if my fruit was so good? It has so many imperfections!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Lord answered, "But it is the fruit you made for me, and I enjoy it because you did work to make it sweet and red. I gave you the sun and rain, I made the bugs and birds, and I provided the conditions to make the sugar. You chose to deal with each one of these to make the fruit. I know it isn't perfect, but it still has sweetness because you made it for me. In time when I replant you in my new garden your fruit will be perfect. For now you can just keep working to make it better and I shall be very pleased. I don't pretend to enjoy your fruit, it is exactly what I want. See you next week."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course this analogy isn't perfect, but the concept worked for me. I will work harder to guard my thoughts and time this week. I will spend more time praying and less time just fooling around without any purpose. But when Sunday comes and I offer the fruit I have in my heart as praise The Lord will see it washed in the blood of Christ. Without the sin the effort will be the kind He wants. A misshapen red-green apple that is fairly sweet is not the best, but it can still be refreshing. I pray that the Holy Spirit guides us all to be those kinds of working trees this week. Onward and upward!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-1990519960686357101?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1990519960686357101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=1990519960686357101&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/1990519960686357101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/1990519960686357101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/apple-tree.html' title='The Apple Tree'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-5115324315122712081</id><published>2008-04-10T23:37:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T00:09:46.079-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rust craft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1967'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surgery'/><title type='text'>An artifact from a different era</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mrjosh.us/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://mrjosh.us/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mrjosh.us/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://mrjosh.us/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found this card recently that dates from the late 1960s and it struck me how much things have changed. I deleted the name of the person to whom it was addressed, but it seems that it was given to the patient by the surgeon. To see a larger size click on the images. I cannot imagine anyone getting one of these now from their surgeon. Times really have changed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-5115324315122712081?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5115324315122712081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=5115324315122712081&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/5115324315122712081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/5115324315122712081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/artifact-of-different-era.html' title='An artifact from a different era'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-6439679830839677667</id><published>2008-04-09T15:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T22:20:32.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The dreaded apology</title><content type='html'>Molly was a hamster that Middlesweet adopted a few years ago, and it lived a relatively peaceful life in her little house in a corner of our home until Wonderful noticed that it was not eating as much during the last weekend. I held the trembling body in my hand and noted that the poor thing's abdomen was swollen and black. I warned Middlesweet that her little pet was very sick and probably not long for this world. Monday morning the little thing started smelling rotten and by evening it had become a lifeless form on a blue towel prepared for a final goodbye. I held my daughter in my lap in front of the fuzzy form and encouraged her o whisper her goodbye, and through moans of grief and tears Middlesweet apologized to the hamster. "I'm sorry I didn't play with you enough!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other two children were allowed to say their goodbyes after Middlesweet completed her alone time with her pet and I buried the little body in an undisclosed location. I was given pause by Middlesweet's sad confession of not spending enough time with her pet. Of course too much time with the hamster would have probably terrorized the little thing, but how much time would have been enough? I feel like confiding in my daughter that I never spend enough time with her, and that when it comes time for her to move on to the next things I will tearfully admit that I won't be ready. Life marches in a continuous string of moments that cannot be retained or paused. I hope my children remember plenty of those moments on my lap or in my embrace to sustain a sense of my love for them, but I will be still be asking for one more moment to say it one more time. Every loved one to whom I have said goodbye deserved so much more than I gave. I think I will tell my girl that it is better to realize that we made an attempt to show our love than to realize that we kept planning on doing it better later instead and never got to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-6439679830839677667?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6439679830839677667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=6439679830839677667&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/6439679830839677667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/6439679830839677667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/dreaded-apology.html' title='The dreaded apology'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-8238813340664380777</id><published>2008-04-07T11:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T11:48:01.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Father's Delight</title><content type='html'>Forgive me for playing catch-up by posting more than once today, but I have all these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unposted&lt;/span&gt; notes I am trying to clear off my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PDA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eight year-old son has fallen in love with reading, and his favorite series of late is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Eragon&lt;/span&gt; series by Christopher &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Paolini&lt;/span&gt;. (en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eragon) Saturday night he confided in me that he was not going to read any of these books on Sunday. When I asked why his response was that God has made him feel that Sunday should be a day to focus on God and not on other things that delight us. He also noted that he was not going to play any of the allowed computer games on Sunday either, for the same reason. Needless to say I was floored. This is not a family rule, and I stated that to him, but encouraged him to stick by his commitment so that he would not quench the Spirit if it is truly God who directed him to make these decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole thing was very challenging to me as I see myself acting selfishly all the time, and I really need to spend more time focusing on God. I told Wonderful that I am not the right father for this boy- he needs a godly man to lead him. Of course Wonderful gave the pat answer that I am just right for my eldest and that she thinks I am wonderful. I told her she just doesn't want to admit she made a mistake in marrying me, but she just rolled her eyes at me. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sunday comes, and my eldest gets all goofy and plays with his sister and my wife's puppy all afternoon, instead of quietly sitting in his room reading the Holy Scriptures as he intended. He did read several chapters of the Bible during church and the ride to and from church, but the afternoon did not pan out as he stated it would. What do I do? I simply let him do his thing. (at this point Wonderful would want me to note that I did sleep through much of this and could not have done anything anyway. As she said I slept through everything she probably would roll her eyes again) In fact, though, as I put my son to bed that night I could have rehashed the day and kept him accountable to his commitment a day earlier, but I did not. As I have said, I let him do his thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that I am still proud of him for making this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;commitment&lt;/span&gt;, because he heard the voice of God and responded in his heart. His response isn't perfect, and probably never will be. The point is that his little imperfect effort warmed my heart. So God snags my heart over to the corner and tells me- "I am YOUR father. Don't give up on your efforts to make me proud. You will get there someday if you keep trying, and that desire means more to me than some artificial righteousness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud of the imperfect &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;artwork&lt;/span&gt; on my refrigerator, and the mispronounced words read to me from the pages of some difficult Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Seuss&lt;/span&gt; book. I am proud because they represent honest effort and a desire to please. I am not satisfied to keep my children here, but I am delighted that they are at this place now. My Father in Heaven is the same. He knows we have much to learn and grow, but He delights in our honest efforts. Never give up because you aren't good enough, because your Father is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with that if it is your current best. Commit to continue to grow and listen for His promptings to learn from your mistakes. I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;committed&lt;/span&gt; to do so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-8238813340664380777?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8238813340664380777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=8238813340664380777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/8238813340664380777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/8238813340664380777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/fathers-delight.html' title='A Father&apos;s Delight'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-2995072107172435881</id><published>2008-04-07T11:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T11:21:26.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flourish here</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Numbers 34:1, 2   "The LORD spoke to Moses, saying, “Command the people of Israel, and say to them, When you enter the land of Canaan (this is the land that shall fall to you for an inheritance, the land of Canaan as defined by its borders)...""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an idea that is almost as foreign as arranged marriage to our American culture. God basically told Israel that "this" set of borders shall define your land and no more. Later under the kings the borders became more fluid, and it can be argued that the people of Israel never really did possess the land deeded to them by God. The point that I want to make is that God never seemed to intend Israel to make an expansive empire. Americans seem to think that if it seems possible to have more then it is God's will for me to have it. History students will instantly connect with this the philosophy of manifest destiny that defined American expansionist policy, but while this may present itself in American foreign policy it is more pervasive in our personal decisions. I think of this when my fellow-parents describe how busy they are with their kids between soccer, dance, piano, and other activities. It seems that while there is a chance to add on things to do, we just keep adding them on because we can. The same goes with the opportunity to increase income, or education. I write this with a bit of self-condemnation because I am sitting here in class knowing that my kids won’t see me tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question I constantly ask myself is whether my expansion of my personal empire is really God’s call on my life. It is necessary that I remember that, just like any of Israel’s expansions, any expansions for me come at some cost to someone. In my case I see my wife and children suffer from the fact that I am gone quite often for the benefit of my education. I assuage my guilt by remembering that I chose a shorter route that I had initially intended, but it is still true that I feel that I have abandoned my family for my education. I could not do this without my family’s support, but it is also true that they are all suffering. For this reason I am delaying any decision on further education after I finish school in 250 days. I want to assess my family’s needs at that time and determine how I can best meet those needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem, I think, is not how busy we are, but why. Many of our activities are good, but not necessary to fulfill our personal missions from God. Many of my friends expand their “territory” because they can. That promotion at work, educational opportunity, or sports program for our kids can be made to work with our lives, but just because it is possible doesn’t mean that it is the right thing. God gave a specific mission to the nation of Israel- occupy the land I gave you and take of it so that I can make it flourish. God has given each of us a mission for our lives, and it is not to fill every moment of our lives so that we can make more money or keep our families as busy as possible. Even as busy as my life is I have been led by the Lord to evaluate my moments with my family to make them fulfill my mission to disciple my wife and kids as effectively as possible. Even so, I must also evaluate my moments away from home for those opportunities to reach into their lives because they are my mission. This doesn’t mean that I will take you aside, like some well-meaning friends did for me when I first started my education, and tell you that you cannot fulfill God’s will for your family if you add this thing on. I cannot tell you what God has called you to do, but I can remind you that we need to stay on mission and support you if you believe you are. Not only do we need to stay on mission, but we need to do well too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-2995072107172435881?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2995072107172435881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=2995072107172435881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/2995072107172435881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/2995072107172435881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/flourish-here.html' title='Flourish here'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-4964142401563948642</id><published>2008-03-24T10:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T10:10:20.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Formless</title><content type='html'>Deuteronomy 4:15  &lt;em&gt;“Therefore watch yourselves very carefully. Since you saw no form on the day that the LORD spoke to you at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Horeb&lt;/span&gt; out of the midst of the fire, beware lest you act corruptly by making a carved image for yourselves, in the form of any figure, the likeness of male or female,  the likeness of any animal that is on the earth, the likeness of any winged bird that flies in the air,  the likeness of anything that creeps on the ground, the likeness of any fish that is in the water under the earth. And beware lest you raise your eyes to heaven, and when you see the sun and the moon and the stars, all the host of heaven, you be drawn away and bow down to them and serve them, things that the LORD your God has allotted to all the peoples under the whole heaven. But the LORD has taken you and brought you out of the iron furnace, out of Egypt, to be a people of his own inheritance, as you are this day."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite philosophy classes involved a discussion of the theory of knowledge. The idea is that our minds are so easily tricked that we can be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;deceived&lt;/span&gt; into believing anything, and so several philosophers have tried to establish a framework upon which true knowledge can be framed. The classic skeptic insists that no framework can be formed and so it is impossible to state that there is any truth. Of course this makes for interesting theory, but what happens in practice is another story for the skeptic. When face to face with a lion intent on eating him the skeptic will leave all discussion aside and seek safety. It is hard to ignore what our eyes tell us. This is why Moses made a point of instructing his people on the worship of the One True God. "God is formless" Moses stated, "So avoid the temptation to let your eyes lead you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this passage with little concern because I don't worship heavenly bodies or earthly statues, but Moses added a little to his warning&lt;br /&gt;"Lest... you be drawn away and bow down to them and serve them". That God led Moses to add the word ''serve" to his  warning makes me wonder what I serve. How would I know? It seems that I serve whomever wins out in a conflict. If that were true then I serve God because when I am forced to choose I choose my family first, because they are my God-given responsibility. Well, actually I seem to serve my family because when a conflict arises I choose my family because I imagine at that moment how sad they would be if I chose otherwise. Then my thoughts continue to help me realize that I really tend to serve myself because when I choose my family when a conflict arises it is because of how it makes me feel to make my family happy.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;The fact is that while we don't worship idols shaped like people, animals, or heavenly bodies we still often find ourselves serving something other than God. How often do you feel that your meanest master is the clock? It may be a sign that you are "serving the sun" because the movement of the clock is based on the sun. Why do we seem to serve these things instead of God? It is because these things have a form while, as Moses reminds us, God is formless. What is more driving than the ticking of the clock? What is more insistent than the demands of a child? What is more clear motivation than a hungry stomach? All these are more tangible than the formless God, but He is no less real. I am forced to remember that I can be swayed away from God by those that are visible and more urgent. I pray that as I eat, take care of my children, and live within the constraints of my schedule I will remember to do it all to God's glory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-4964142401563948642?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4964142401563948642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=4964142401563948642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/4964142401563948642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/4964142401563948642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/formless.html' title='Formless'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-8047090786379643932</id><published>2008-03-05T11:16:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T12:21:17.640-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gothard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romans 8'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s voice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ATIA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obedience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legalism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christianity'/><title type='text'>God's Voices</title><content type='html'>I try to pray with my children every night whether they are awake or asleep (some nights I come home very late), and my prayers usually go something like this "Lord, thank you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; much for my sweet (insert name of child) who I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; much, and I pray that You would help her to love you and to give her heart to you and follow you every where you want her to go. Help her to know how much you love her and that we love her too, and help her to know your voice and obey you, even in her dreams tonight. In Jesus name amen." Of course it changes based on the events of the day, the plans for tomorrow, and whatever had just been discussed between us. Sometimes we pray for other people and if time is short it may be even shorter than the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night I was praying with one of my youngsters at bedtime and the child asked how to hear God's voice. "Do you hear it with your ears?" Of course the answer is I don't know, but I do know that it will never contradict His Word and so I answered, "That really depends on you and God, sweetie, but I think that if you spend time really studying God's Word you will recognize God's voice when He speaks." "Have you heard God's voice Daddy?" "I think I have." "What did it sound like?" "I don't know, I just knew it was God's voice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That answer had to satisfy for I had other cheeks to kiss and other hugs to give, but I didn't want to give too specific an answer because God's voice is not always what you expect. To me it has been audible (in my ears only) at rare instances, and other times a still small patient voice in my heart that waited for the very quietest moment of frustrated silence. If I tell my child what to listen for, it is possible that she might miss it when God speaks. This is the most frustrating thing about God to me- He is not a checklist God. If you read through the first few books of the Protestant Old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Testament&lt;/span&gt; you will find that God has some very specific directions for how to obey Him, but then David, whom God called a man after His own heart, states in his writings that God really wants sacrifices of the heart more than those detailed ones in Leviticus and Numbers. Jesus told the "woman at the well" that God wants worship in "spirit and in truth" which is hard to accomplish with a checklist. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent some time in my early twenties working with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt; organization which followed some legalistic ideas about honoring God. I was taught that listening to certain types of music, reading certain kinds of material, and talking to certain kinds of people would make me tainted in God's eyes and unacceptable to Him. This group also had a list of standards that worked as a checklist to assure that one would be pleasing God. This list included times to study the Bible, when to fast, how to speak, what facial expressions to maintain, and so on. I felt that as I checked things off this list daily I would be a better Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day I began to memorize Romans 8. The first verse is confounding. "There is therefore now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus." I know that Jesus found forgiveness for all of our sins on the cross, but that doesn't mean that we are sinless, just not facing full punishment for our sins if we trust in Christ. As one reads through the passage he realizes that the condemnation is probably legal in a sense in that we are not condemned because we are covered by Christ's blood, but it is also practical in that the same law does not apply. Paul wrote in verse that "the law of the Spirit of life has set you free in Christ Jesus from the law of sin and death." What is "the law of sin and death" but the law of condemnation and punishment? Sin=condemnation, death=punishment for sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I studied this passage God brought to mind the era of my childhood when I changed from doing the absolute minimum to avoid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;punishment&lt;/span&gt; to doing the most I could to bring pleasure to my father. I see this in my children at times- my son will obey the law of condemnation and punishment when he constantly watches me to see how much he can get away with before he gets in trouble. We find that we watch each other, because I want to stop his misbehavior before it gets out of hand and he is stressed over when I will come to the breaking point. On the other hand I see my son watching sometimes to see if I am delighted in his behavior. This is when he is doing what is right and just wants to give me pleasure in him. As my children are learning, when they establish the pattern of obedience both of us relax and they have more freedom to enjoy life because they aren't worried about getting in trouble. In these times my children have counted certain actions as not even worth considering because they don't please me, even when they wouldn't be punished for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I envision the "law of the spirit of life in Christ Jesus" mentioned in Romans 8:2. I don't live in the fear that the next thing I do will bring me into God's judgement, but I find myself evaluating things based on how much pleasure it will bring to God. I still make mistakes, but that allows me to come to God in prayer based on Christ's perfect record and not my own. That is why Paul writes later on that instead of always thinking about how my flesh motivates me as a spirit indwelt child of God my mind is focused on the things of the spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, this became practical for me as I stopped worrying about when I would have my next "bad thought" and began to focus on how to find more time to mentally focus on my Lord's Word and work. I ceased being afraid to hear God's voice for fear of hearing condemnation, and began to learn to hear God's voice in all the moments of life. Sometimes I feel like everyone should be able to hear the loud single word reminder, and other times I almost think that I missed what He whispered to my heart to feel Him mouth it again. What does this kind of life look like? Well, it looks like someone who always has something to learn. I may not be condemned, but I still make mistakes. The difference is that I don't worry about the tone of God's voices.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-8047090786379643932?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8047090786379643932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=8047090786379643932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/8047090786379643932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/8047090786379643932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/gods-voices.html' title='God&apos;s Voices'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-4851142050188075984</id><published>2008-02-20T10:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T10:48:31.445-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scripture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obedience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eyes of God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legalism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eye'/><title type='text'>Picture this...</title><content type='html'>My wife sat beside me with a bemused smile as I surfed the net last night. She glanced over and saw that I was absorbed in the editing of another picture. I find photos online that I like and edit out everything but one part- one or both eyes. I am fascinated by how much a person's eyes show personality and attitudes. I find it interesting that God does speak of His own eyes despite the fact that He is a spirit. One that immediatley leaps to mind is the comment that God made that His eye searches the earth to see who He can find that is obeying Him (2 Chronicles 16:9).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eyes that are the most attractive to me are those that are smiling. I remember that a certain point came in my youth that I started paying very close attention to my father's eyes to see how I was pleasing him. Looking back I see that I stopped trying avoid trouble and do whatever I could to make his eyes smile. This picture is what comes to mind when I hear people discussing legalism vs. living in grace. I have heard that those who advocate a legalistic lifestyle of Christianity are arguing against the license they see in those who live according to grace, but I picture God's eyes when I consider grace vs legalism. Those who live according to legalism tend to live in fear of God's angry eyes. They are afraid that when they look up into His eyes at the judgement they will see His anger and loathing. The problem is that even our righteousness is sinful in His eyes. The stress of this type of fear of the Lord is often overwhelming and can cause self-destruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who live by grace according to God's Word find that they realize that their goodness is nothing outside Christ, but that God looks through Christ at us using His blood to cleanse our works of their sinfulness. Those who live by grace I see are the ones who live to give God smiling eyes. Like my father who accepted my very best, though flawed, they see that God enjoys their efforts expended in His power according to His will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture this- God is angry at the sinners who refuse His Son. Their every effort is seen for what it is- sinful willfullness (Psalm 34:16). Picture God looking at those that are His children through Jesus' sacrifice. He no longer sees their sinfulness, but their obedient efforts and attidtudes. I don't remember a passage that says this, but I picture God looking away in pain (of course He is greater than this- remember this is my picture) when His children act in willfullness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also use this in my parenting- I want my children to look at me and see me watching them in pleasure. I try my best to constantly give them that kind of feedback so that when they dispplease me they know instantly without a word and get instant feedback when they change they actions or attitude. I want my children to see that God, like their father, watches their every move, and has an opinion about it all (Psalm 34:15).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-4851142050188075984?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4851142050188075984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=4851142050188075984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/4851142050188075984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/4851142050188075984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2008/02/picture-this.html' title='Picture this...'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-4833600523898120564</id><published>2008-02-09T23:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T00:16:47.614-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atheism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='agnosticism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doubt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='agnostic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atheist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;worth1000.com, fark.com, and a dash of CNN and BBC news with a sprinkling of accuweather.com have pretty much been a big part of my free time. I decided recently to reduce the amount of frivolous surfing to retain time for profitable endeavors, but time has its way of running away without me being aware. So, here I am with a new post for the first time in months. I do exist, but nursing school with other pursuits has kept me busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Middlesweet just wrote me a note saying that she would like to play with me if I can find the time. I don't come home anymore until after the three are asleep during the week because I am having difficulty getting my work hours in around classes and clinicals. I constantly remind everyone that I have less than eleven months left in school, but to my family it seems like forever. My middle child seems to have grown weary of Daddy being gone. I certainly agree with her sentiments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't that my wife doesn't do a good job. In fact Wonderful is constantly working miracles with our children. It is difficult for her to adjust to handling all this herself when I was able to chip in just a year ago, but with God's grace she is able to provide a loving home even though immersed in a stressful situation. In spite of my wife's valiant overcoming it is obvious that a Daddy is still an important part of this family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess one example would be from one night two weeks ago after I had just settled in the living room with Wonderful when I heard the oldest's door creak open. It is a firm rule in our home that when the children are put to bed they are not to come back out for any reason (we allow a rare case-by-case exception). When the tearful eyes peeked around the corner I had put on my sternest look available. "What are you doing out of bed?" After a few sniffles he choked out "I need to talk to you in private." "Why?" (I had to stay firm, even with a few tears on his face) After a little discussion I agreed and led him back to his room where I directed him back under his covers. "What's going on?" I asked in a gentler tone because he was back in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For some reason I thought in my heart that God might not be real..." he trailed off. My wife and I have made it our goal to raise godly, sensitive children who will make a difference in the world as they unite their lives with God's plan. To have a child question God's existence when only eight years-old was certainly not part of our plan. Of course he could be stalling on having to go to bed and getting Daddy time, but he knew the penalty for this behavior. Besides, I know that once this fella gets a thought in his mind he obsesses over it until he goes nuts over it. It seemed that this was what had happened. "Why did you think you had this thought?" "I don't know. It just came up." An eight year-old doesn't generally have the capacity for understanding the full ramifications of denying the existence of God so I knew that the problem wasn't the doubt, but the obsession. The question I dealt with was how to lay a foundation that will hold up with future doubts, for doubts will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself trusted my father's every word about God until one day in my mid-twenties all the philosophy he taught me no longer held up under my scrutiny. I realized then that I had a "second-hand faith" that no longer served me. This is my admission of a laziness and immaturity that I am ashamed of. I needed to validate my faith much sooner, but I didn't. I hope to challenge my children enough while they are still home that they are forced to have their own faith to surround them when they barrel out alone into the world as young adults or older teenagers. I have heard that doubt is the Devil's tool, but I have rejected this belief. Doubt is God's tool to show us what we really believe. If we reject doubt, or, even worse, fear doubt, we refuse to see God in His fullness. I love to think of Elijah hidden in the cave while the power of God showered earth, rocks, and heat all around him. God did not answer Elijah's doubt with as strong rebuke as one would expect. Rather a still, small voice came along and presented evidence of God's foreknowledge and wisdom. Throughout Scripture God met the doubting minds that truly searched for truth with the tender delight of a father teaching his son the basic tenets of the family business. The fool insists there is no God while the wise man asks how to know God. This line of question often begins in answer to a doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave up on God for several months while I grappled with the questions of faith that had surrounded me. I pondered those months of doubt while sat there with my son and I wondered what foundation would yield lasting results. I obviously was not going to discourage his doubts. I wasn't going to say that my faith should be good enough for him. I don't think creation has enough evidence to prove God's presence to the doubting mind. Sin has twisted God's beauty too much for the doubter to see His loving hand. Man's philosophy is too full of questions for it to answer such an important question firmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God let me falter in my own mind wrapped in turmoil until one day I found myself left with no sense of value in my life, and God's voice whispered in my heart asking me why I cared if He was real. In a flash I understood that it wasn't that I needed to argue with my doubts, but that I needed my doubts to show me that I cared. God had placed in my heart a desire for Him that I couldn't deny, and that work of the Holy Spirit is the basic proof I need of God's existence. This won't work to prove God to anyone else though. I have decided that proving Himself is the Holy Spirit's job anyway. You can't escape God when He has chosen you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I turned to my son and asked why he cared. "I don't know. I just want to believe that God is real." "Who made you feel that way?" "God?" "What do you think?" "YES" I don't like to rely on feelings for faith, but some feelings are undeniable. Those who have felt the tug of God on their hearts know what I mean. Others who are His children will know in His time. "Daddy, I guess Satan was making me feel that God wasn't real." "No, I don't think Satan wants you thinking about God. I guess God was asking you if you believed in Him so that you could see how much you cared. Do you care?" "I DO!" "Then pay attention- God may be setting you up for another lesson soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how much my son really comprehended of this whole thing, but as I walked away after another hug and kiss I felt the invisible hand on my shoulder and heard the still, small voice asking "Can you believe in the whirlwind of your doubts?" and I answered "I believe, Lord, help thou my unbelief."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much more to learn. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-4833600523898120564?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4833600523898120564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=4833600523898120564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/4833600523898120564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/4833600523898120564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-1715375819302603151</id><published>2007-08-24T06:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T07:19:46.982-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Imperceptible</title><content type='html'>Dry moments such as the one David suffered in &lt;a href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=Psalm+22"&gt;Psalm 22&lt;/a&gt; have plagued the followers of God for millennia. I dare say that they are the way of life for many Christians far more than they like to admit. For some these times when God seems far away are a source of guilt for some possibly unknown offense. Others find dry times as a source of doubt in God, but there are those who choose faith over the emotional sight that we so desperately desire. The &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/world/article/0,8599,1655415,00.html"&gt;article &lt;/a&gt;on the front page of CNN.com about Teresa's Crisis of Faith brought to mind my own current dry spell. Certainly the woman we knew as Mother Teresa was a follower of Roman Catholic doctrine, and so it is possible that she never knew God in the first place. I personally find it difficult to believe that anyone can find God through the tools of pride that the Roman Catholic doctrine provides, but I want to suppose that somehow God did reach Mother Teresa with the truth in His Word about salvation by faith alone. Supposing that this loved woman was truly a child of God in the deepest sense is it possible for her to suffer fifty years of silence from God though seeking Him with a pure heart? I think it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a big deal because we want to experience God today more than ever, and when we don't we feel a deep sense of failure or hypocrisy. We call this life in Christ a life of faith for a reason. As believers in Christ we are ridiculed by outsiders for our stupidity, our gullibility, and our intolerance, but we want to say "I have seen Him and He is real." Unfortunately we do &lt;a href="http://bibleresources.bible.com/passagesearchresults.php?passage1=1%20Corinthians+13:12&amp;version=9"&gt;see through a glass darkly&lt;/a&gt; and that means that we cannot see the Subject of our faith, but our sight is not only that of photons perceived, but of the touch that we associate with God's presence. Our life here is incomplete. Just because we don't feel God we can't just assume that He has rejected us or that we have deep rooted sin, but we should remember that &lt;a href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=1+John+3%3A20"&gt;God is greater than our condemning hearts&lt;/a&gt; and is able to forgive and lead us to repentance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't despair if you can feel God's presence. It is possible that you have to learn to sense Him in a new way, or that this is an extended time to develop your faith. My parting shot comes from First John 3:2-3 &lt;em&gt;"Beloved, we are God's children now, and what we will be has not yet appeared; but we know that when he appears [1] we shall be like him, because we shall see him as he is. And everyone who thus hopes in him purifies himself as he is pure."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-1715375819302603151?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.time.com/time/world/article/0,8599,1655415,00.html' title='Imperceptible'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1715375819302603151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=1715375819302603151&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/1715375819302603151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/1715375819302603151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2007/08/imperceptible.html' title='Imperceptible'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-623028596952806780</id><published>2007-08-19T23:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T23:42:30.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>As Written</title><content type='html'>We often hear in church the importance of giving a tithe of our financial income. I also feel that it is important to give a portion of my time in service to my local church. One of these forms of service that I give to my local church is teaching Sunday School, but even when I don't have time to teach because of school I find that I have time to sing on the praise team. Our church has four teams which serve every fourth Sunday during the three services. Each team generally consists of the same people, but on occasion one of us trades Sundays due to a schedule conflict. This week I swapped with a tenor on another team so that I sang with a team I don't know well. For the first time in quite a while I was singing harmonies with which I was not familiar. My alto partner kept pointing to the music saying "It's right there." In other words she wanted me to sing as it was written rather than by ear. I am not whining. It was fun rising to the challenge, but as I was working on sight-reading I recalled a Challenge that God gave me as I drove to Church this morning. The Holy spirit brought to mind a small decision I made the day before that turned into a source of conflict between my wife and I. The Lord "asked" me if I followed His Word in that decision and suddenly my self- justification in my part of the conflict deflated. While I was sitting in the beginning of the service under conviction one of the leaders quoted Proverbs 3:5-6 (&lt;a href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=prov+3%3A5-6"&gt;ESV Online&lt;/a&gt;) and it was as if the Holy Spirit pointed to the Scripture and said "Live this as written." If I had lived according to God's Word I probably would have experienced special harmony with my wife rather than the conflict we had. It is so easy to say "It's ok God, I got this one." He points us back to His Word and motions us to study it and live it as written.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-623028596952806780?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/623028596952806780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=623028596952806780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/623028596952806780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/623028596952806780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2007/08/as-written.html' title='As Written'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-5858096987138152668</id><published>2007-08-13T03:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T03:56:54.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Torture</title><content type='html'>Now I am not an expert on kids, but I do hold the opinion that children have lives that are far more stressful than adults. Think about it- they have to learn a new language while they are also expected to learn social rules, and they are expected to engage both in constantly increased complexity. Adults have to worry about money and keeping their romantic relationships intact while kids have to worry about keeping at least two adults happy while learning a language and other technically difficult tasks as their little minds develop. Then school hits them. I am witnessing this with my three dear ones as they ready for school's start this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My older two are incredibly tense as they contemplate their first day of school with Wonderful and myself tied up in knots for them. We met their teachers on Friday, but we don't know what being in the classroom will be like for them. It is like the first day of a new job with all new bosses and co-workers. Ladybug is starting kindergarten on Tuesday and she really doesn't have a clue, but her siblings know what it was like last year and they also know that the material in this year will be more advanced. Wonderful and I have repeatedly reminded our second-grader and first-grader that they had a lot of fun last year, but right now all they remember are the hard times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we all wait as our worst fears and most sincere hopes all wait to be realised. As we wait Middlesweet and JR cope as best they can which means that the eldest is upset by things that he normally shrugs off, and his sister constantly rehashes all her fears. At this moment all we know is the torture of the wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-5858096987138152668?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5858096987138152668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=5858096987138152668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/5858096987138152668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/5858096987138152668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2007/08/torture.html' title='Torture'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-6760167939685137817</id><published>2007-07-16T09:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T10:18:11.073-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evidence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biblical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='age'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creation'/><title type='text'>System Problems</title><content type='html'>I was using Word Press, but they kept having system problems so I am back to using Blogger, my tried and true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last post elicited a comment from my friend Kris, and brings up an interesting point that probably should be made- Any questions I have raised in my consideration of questions regarding theology are actually questions I have raised myself. It is kind of Kris to make it seem that I have created an answer as intelligent sounding as one that a professor would have created. I do not believe myself to be a great researcher, but I do think that enough evidence exists to question certain things, one of which being the non-biblical assertion that the earth is less than ten thousand years old. It is true that debate exists as to the validity of certain dating methods, but it is also true that the Bible does not date the earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question I am raising in regard to the date of the earth is not in promoting a certain age, though I tend to believe that the earth could be older than young earth creationists believe. My purpose here is to question the dogma that is based on a Biblical inference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain it this way- If an archeologist came forward with the bones of Christ I would instantly tell my children that he will eventually be shown to be a fraud. Why? The reason I wouldn't believe this evidence presented by my hypothetical archeologist is that Scripture clearly states that Jesus Christ was bodily resurrected and bodily ascended to Heaven. Great pains were taken by the Apostles to make this point clear. Now as to the age of the universe there is no statement by anyone authoritative in Scripture that the earth is a certain age. A bit of research will show that young earth theorists believe that the age of the earth is defined by genealogies given in Scripture. While this seems to be a good indicator of the age of our current world, it does not mean that the earth is older than the first day of creation. For a hint of where I am going consider the answer to this question- During which day of creation was water created?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it seems far-fetched consider the fact that 4 billion years could have occurred between Genesis 1:1 and Genesis 1:2. God does not say as much about His creation of the heavens and the earth as He does the creation of what He put in them. One only need to read the rest of the first chapter of Genesis and then the second chapter of Genesis to see that God does not seem to care all that much about the technical details about how it all came about. A super literal reading of these two chapters makes it appear that God forgot in what order He created man and animals. A more appropriate reading of these two chapters sees that God's point in reversing the order of these creations between the two chapters probably had more to do with man's relationship with animals as the superior than an attempt to confuse the super literal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we return to my main point- I do not think that we should reject extra-scriptural observations simply because they do not seem to agree with certain inferences made from Scripture by those who teach Scripture. I intend to explain my concern over this in more detail in future posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-6760167939685137817?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6760167939685137817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=6760167939685137817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/6760167939685137817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/6760167939685137817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/system-problems.html' title='System Problems'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-7005695318448409183</id><published>2007-07-15T07:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T07:03:46.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Old?</title><content type='html'>I am not completely ignorant as to the arguments that my friends use to support the “young earth” vs the “old earth” beliefs. Old earth theory states that the degradation rate of various atomic particles found in samples of rocks and sediment point to the fact that our earth has been around for billions of years. I have read several seemingly unrelated sources who agree in principle to the facts of this theory, though there may be some discussion to how many billions of years the age of the earth may be. My young earth friends smugly point out that these particle degradation theories cannot be shown to be true since we have no observed data older than a few decades. In the words of one young earth advocate- “Were you there?” &lt;a href="http://www.icr.org/index.php?module=articles&amp;action=view&amp;ID=670"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. The fact is that both science and theology depend on the idea that present patterns should be expected to predict past and future patterns unless clear reasons are given to state otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, we can look at the degradation rate of certain atomic particles in certain elements to determine the exact age of something from ancient times for which we know the exact age- a dated building from ancient times, for example. The pattern of degradation for the elements in that building should be the same as any other similar element found in the earth’s crust. One simply needs to count to see the number of the particles in one compare to the number of particles in the other to determine the age. The problem is that when the number generated from element found in the earth’s crust the young earth creationists insist that the number must be in error because their understanding of Genesis says that is not true. In other words, their dogma dictates their observations. This is like seeing a creature that looks and behaves like a cat in a cage labeled “dog” and refusing to admit that the creature in the cage is a cat because the label you have accepted contradicts your observations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are Christians truly required to refuse to accept their observations if they don’t agree with the Bible? I find a great deal of concern here. Is it possible that our observations which seem to disagree with the Bible are actually pointing out the fact that we have misunderstood the Bible? One need not look far to find an example of this failure. The church of the Dark Ages insisted that the universe rotated around the earth due to a poor interpretation of a scriptural statement. When astronomers could not explain their observations using this poor interpretation of Scripture it was as if they had to reject Scripture in order properly understand the movement of heavenly bodies. The Church finally accepted its theology as flawed and used the scientific observations to explain Scripture better. Is this something that we can do with the creation story in Genesis? Is it possible that we have misread it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-7005695318448409183?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7005695318448409183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=7005695318448409183&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/7005695318448409183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/7005695318448409183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-old.html' title='How Old?'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-360416609816986464</id><published>2007-07-09T02:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T02:13:27.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Problems with Scripture</title><content type='html'>Tonight I read Genesis 1 to my six year-old at her request and I had to admit to some misgivings. As you know I am the member of an outspoken Presbyterian church which strongly adheres to the concept of a literal understanding of the Genesis story of creation. In other words, my church states that God created the world in six days (seven if you include His day of rest) and that the entire creation is but a few thousand years old. This is a concept that I have believed for most of my life, but I have come to seriously doubt these details in recent years. This, of course, is no less than heresy in the eyes of those with whom I fellowship and share genetic traits. So I feel like defending myself, if only for the sake of seeing how brilliant I am to myself.&lt;br /&gt;    In the beginning of my defense I must state that we have made a great deal of certain interpretations of the Bible as "ultra-conservative" Christians. We feel the need to defend our faith against all comers due to the fact that our faith has constantly been under attack by the "ultra-scientific" for more than three centuries. I have had some of my fellow Christians take offense at my belief that dinosaurs were real because these great lizards had been upheld as proof that evolution is true. My foray into questioning the truth of the creation story of Genesis began as the result of my father telling me that he believed in a non-evidence-based theory of health care because it is the most true to Scripture. In other words he tossed out the whole record of scientific inquiry into health care practices because its conclusions seemed to him to disagree with Scripture. Now one could debate his understanding of Scripture, but I am forced to consider the more basic problem raised by this stand. Is there any other area where science must be abandoned because it disagreed with the dogma that has become essential to some religious doctrine? In other words, is it right to throw out the observations of science because they disagree with so-called Scriptural dogma? My father and the pastor of my church say yes. I say no.&lt;br /&gt;    Here is the deal. God had the Bible written to guide us into His understanding of life. One can find this in Paul's statement that all Scripture is "profitable for teaching, for reproof, for correction, for training in righteousness; so that the man of God may be adequate, equipped for every good work." (2Tim 3:16-17) This must be acknowledged from the start to understand why the Bible exists at all, and to understand how to approach Scripture. This means that the Genesis story was written for the purposes stated above, and that it cannot be discounted in importance. We must acknowledge that God created the world the way He stated it was created. Now there is a problem. Scientific evidence states unequivocally that the creation is millions, if not billions, of years old. So what do we do with this? What do you think needs to be done with this? Do we toss this out because the rest of Scripture clearly indicates that the time from Day One to now cannot be more than a few thousand years? I want to think about it a little...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-360416609816986464?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/360416609816986464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=360416609816986464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/360416609816986464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/360416609816986464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/problems-with-scripture.html' title='Problems with Scripture'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-7537678888903943112</id><published>2007-06-09T08:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T09:09:41.958-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living the life...</title><content type='html'>I guess I have taken a bit of a hiatus from everything that I had established as a routine. Nursing school has taken a huge hunk of my life into its talons. Even as I am typing this I am listening to a class lecture online. Saturday had been the one day that I reserved as not being a school day. In a little bit I will be making pancakes for my kids and then gathering them to make a run to the pool before any rain comes our way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-7537678888903943112?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7537678888903943112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=7537678888903943112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/7537678888903943112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/7537678888903943112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2007/06/living-life.html' title='Living the life...'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-3781305790451840209</id><published>2007-04-06T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T23:22:52.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here in the Lost Valley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/448869616_7405dda03c_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/448869616_7405dda03c_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful and I made it to Sedalia to visit her sister and brother-in-law at the Lost Valley Ranch last night. It is a wonderful place to visit with very friendly staff. It took "forever" to get here from Denver, but it is fun to be back in the middle of nowhere. The only vehicles one hears are the one belonging to the staff and guests of the ranch. We cannot receive phone calls on our cell phones, but they have a satellite-based-wireless internet connection so that you can read this! Being in the middle of nowhere with internet is awesome! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VlstCEQvahU/RhcYh9v0H1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/C1hfgsH30M4/s1600-h/32925770.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VlstCEQvahU/RhcYh9v0H1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/C1hfgsH30M4/s320/32925770.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050532478909161298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that this is the day that we celebrate the moment that Christ died on the cross. The other day I asked the kids during a meal what it meant for Christ to die and even Ladybug knew that Jesus died for our sins. What does that mean? Middlesweet didn't really know how to explain it so let me explain it like I did to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VlstCEQvahU/RhcaWdv0H2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/b2omosm0fHA/s1600-h/32835751.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VlstCEQvahU/RhcaWdv0H2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/b2omosm0fHA/s320/32835751.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050534480363921250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Imagine that God has a book in Heaven that records everything good and bad that you do. If there is even one bad thing in that imaginary book God doesn't want anything to do with you. He loves all the people in the world, but He can't stand sin at all. When Jesus died on the cross that Friday afternoon it was like He snagged the book and marked "paid" in blood across the note about your sin so that when God looks at it he sees Christ's blood and not your sin. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VlstCEQvahU/Rhcb7Nv0H3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/8g63MZYXsck/s1600-h/32457372.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VlstCEQvahU/Rhcb7Nv0H3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/8g63MZYXsck/s400/32457372.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050536211235741554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is not about you or what you do, but Christ's blood and your trust in Him.&lt;a href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=Ephesians+2%3A8-9"&gt;Ephesians 2:8-9&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-3781305790451840209?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3781305790451840209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=3781305790451840209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/3781305790451840209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/3781305790451840209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/here-in-lost-valley.html' title='Here in the Lost Valley'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/448869616_7405dda03c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-3567288143214409735</id><published>2007-03-19T03:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T04:07:07.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking into the week and Patrick</title><content type='html'>Well, this brings us to the beginning of another week! Mom, Dad, my older sister, her husband and four kids are preparing to awaken and make their way to a Philadelphia airport to finally fly south to visit my family here in B'ham. I must admit a significantly high level of excitement when considering the fact that by this time tomorrow I shall have my parents and a sibling here with some extended family. I simply cannot wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom has been keeping me abreast of their adventures in Philly since they had planned only to stop there long enough to catch a plane and zip down to the sunny south only to have their flight stopped by an ice storm (thankfully before they boarded their flight). It seems that the King Tut exhibit was in the area up there and my parents, my sister and her family were able to see this exhibit with my younger sister and her small family. There are times when I wish we were closer to my family, but God has us here in Alabama for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite thing to do with meals is to tackle certain issues of theology and Christian life with my kiddos. This past weekend we discussed Saint Patrick. As is common for those outside the Church my Middlesweet's school teacher focused on the green and leprechauns that seem to pervade the world's view of Saint Patrick's life. I couldn't just leave the meaning of the day to that so we discussed the life the man of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given the fact that I was raised Baptist, a denomination that has been at violent odds with the Roman Catholic church for centuries, I never did care for any "Saint" that they designated. But as I have read of Patrick's life I realized that he was what I would consider a true man of God. There may be aspects of his ministry that cause me concern, but I question some of Martin Luther's nonessential theology as well. The fact is that Patrick returned to the land of the people who cruelly enslaved him and taught them about the One True God whose Holy Spirit powerfully used this one man to change the history of the Irish Isles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I explained to my kids that this one man, through the power of the Holy Spirit, changed history by being a missionary my son's eyes grew large and he questioned- "One man did all this just with God's help?" The answer was yes, but the real question that Buddy was asking was "Is it possible that I could do the same thing?" We rarely realize that our importance as individuals can be as far reaching as the man we know as Saint Patrick. One account that I have read of his life states that Patrick returned to the land of his captors after his escape to his home island to simply express his forgiveness and tell his former captors of Christ's work on the cross. From that simple beginning the story of the Irish Isles and the world has changed. One family legend has it that my ancestors were converted and forced out of Ireland because of their faith. That may mean that Patrick made it possible for me to be who I am today. You and I may not be called to be the Patricks in our world, but what about that one life full of bitterness and hurt that we reach and teach to forgive? You never know where your prayerful obedience will lead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-3567288143214409735?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3567288143214409735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=3567288143214409735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/3567288143214409735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/3567288143214409735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/looking-into-week-and-patrick.html' title='Looking into the week and Patrick'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-8583465299652650803</id><published>2007-03-14T01:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T01:20:04.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="reflect" height="375" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/133/420623695_1547c2bdfc.jpg?v=0" width="500" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is the sweetest four-year-old that exists in this moment looking at me while her soccer coach gives the devotional last Saturday during their soccer practice. I call her "Ladybug". This is her first year in soccer, and her older brother is enjoying his fourth year in Briarwood soccer. It is amazing how these kids grow up. Ladybug's older sister, who is turning six in a couple weeks really doesn't seem to care for soccer, she likes her ballet and gymnastics.All I know is that these three are a delight. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My son's Cub Scout troop was meeting last night but I opted to skip this time (our first skip since we started) just to get some time in with all of us together. This is my spring break at UAB and it is nice to have an evening when I am not at class or catching up on sleep I lost from being at class earlier in the day. We played a bit and then the three kids and I watched "America's Funniest Home Videos" that I had recorded from Sunday night. It was fun just giggling and chortling at all the antics on the screen. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Check out this month's section in flicker (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/themathers/sets/72157594587271584/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/themathers/sets/72157594587271584/&lt;/a&gt;) to see more pictures of my sweet family. Here are some more samples. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="reflect" height="375" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/168/420623469_2487e089d2.jpg?v=0" width="500" /&gt; &lt;img class="reflect" height="375" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/165/420623809_e7d2040d7b.jpg?v=0" width="500" /&gt; I think I will pay for this last one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love ya Wonderful!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-8583465299652650803?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8583465299652650803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=8583465299652650803&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/8583465299652650803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/8583465299652650803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/p-here-is-sweetest-four-year-old-that.html' title=''/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-7516767031258192335</id><published>2007-03-05T23:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T23:22:58.339-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>Hope is an asset that increases in value as one uses it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-7516767031258192335?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7516767031258192335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=7516767031258192335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/7516767031258192335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/7516767031258192335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-1601454261040482693</id><published>2006-12-11T12:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T12:42:04.926-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s plan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first grade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virgin mary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gabriel'/><title type='text'>Lesson Two “The Coming of Jesus” (Winter Quarter year two) First Grade sunday School</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Mary was just a girl, a teenager really, who loved God with all her heart. That is probably one of the reasons that Joseph had his father ask Mary’s father permission for their betrothal. Do you know it means for them to be betrothed? It means that Mary and Joseph were promised to marry each other, and that they both were getting ready to make a home together. Joseph was probably building a room for them to live in, and making any changes to his work to add enough income to allow him to take care of a wife, and, if God wanted it, a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary was busy at home finishing any projects her parents needed from her and preparing her own things to make her new home with Joseph a special place to have a family. Mary didn’t let her mind dwell on the worry, but in the back of her mind she wasn’t really sure that she and Joseph would be raising a child. Didn’t her cousin Elizabeth live almost her entire life as a wife without ever having a baby of her own to hold? Mary could count easily enough women to cover both hands who never were able to have a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary also knew that the Messiah would be born to a woman from her family, the family of the great King David of long ago. God had promised it! As a girl Mary had heard that proclamation many times from her father. He was sure that one of his daughters would be the mother of the Messiah. Wasn’t it about time? Everyone was talking about it. The horrible Romans were making life miserable, and many of the Jews were getting stronger in their obedience to God’s laws in hopes that they would bring the mighty Messiah to raise an army which would defeat the Romans and establish an Israel like the one King David ruled so many years ago. Mary just wanted to be a mother even if it meant that she wasn’t going to be the mother to the Savior of Israel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was to this woman that the angel Gabriel was bound, but when he showed up she wasn’t the least prepared for his entrance. Not one for useless gab Gabriel simply spoke his message- “Greetings oh favored one, the Lord is with you!” What do you think Mary thought when she heard this from the angel? What could the angel be there to say?&lt;br /&gt;Was the angel coming to give her a secret message about her marriage to Joseph? Or was she in trouble for something big enough that required an angel to give her a message?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angel tried to calm her and share his message- “Do not be afraid, Mary, for you have found favor with God. And pay careful attention, you will conceive in your womb and bear a son, and you shall call his name Jesus. He will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High. And the Lord God will give to him the throne of his father David, and he will reign over the house of Jacob forever, and of his kingdom there will be no end.” Mary did not really know what all this meant at the moment. She had a clue that the angel meant that she was going to be the mother of the Messiah, but how could this happen to her now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone she knew that had a baby after God said they would were already married. Think of Hannah, the prophet Samuel’s mother, and Sarah, the wife of Abraham who was told she was going to bear a child in her old age. Mary didn’t understand how God would want a woman who was not married to have a baby. This meant that people would think that she didn’t want to obey God and wait to have a baby until she was married. Mary didn’t think God goofed, but she did need to make sure she understood so she asked- “How will this happen since I am unmarried?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her question did not bother the angel- “The Holy Spirit will come upon you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you; therefore the child to be born will be called holy—the Son of God. And guess what? Your relative Elizabeth in her old age has also conceived a son, and this is the sixth month with her who was called barren. For nothing will be impossible with God.” And Mary said, “Behold, I am the servant of the Lord; let it be to me according to your word.” Then the angel left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you think that Mary felt? This was an incredible moment for Mary because now she knew that she would not have to worry about bearing a child to Joseph, but she also realized that no one would believe her. Joseph may not even believe her when she told him how she came to be a mother without being married to him. Why did God make sure she became pregnant before she married her husband? So that it will be clear that the child was the Son of God, and not a man marred by sin. The Bible tells us that Mary spent a great deal of time studying what God was doing, and I honestly think that she understood what was going on. She didn’t understand it all, it was a big plan, but she did know that the baby was God’s Son. She probably even understood that Jesus was God Himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine being Mary now? She had every sign of a coming baby in her body. She was tired, and probably felt sick quite often, especially in the morning. She probably worried about how well she would do in teaching her coming baby everything he needed to learn. I hope she understood that if God could give her and her cousin Elizabeth a baby, He could make it possible for her to raise His Son right. Mary went to her cousin to visit for a few months. I think it was so she could rest and figure out what was going on. I am sure that Mary couldn’t tell anyone about her coming baby so she was probably happy when Elizabeth realized that Mary was carrying her holy child.&lt;br /&gt;Listen to her song-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My soul magnifies the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior, for he has looked on the humble estate of his servant. For behold, from now on all generations will call me blessed;for he w ho is mighty has done great things for me, and holy is his name. And his mercy is for those who fear him from generation to generation. He has shown strength with his arm; he has scattered the proud in the thoughts of their hearts; he has brought down the mighty from their thronesand exalted those of humble estate; he has filled the hungry with good things,and the rich he has sent empty away. He has helped his servant Israel,in remembrance of his mercy, as he spoke to our fathers, to Abraham and to his offspring forever.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see that Mary’s praise focuses on God’s plan and how He kept his promise to His people? Did you know that Jesus came not only to Mary, but to us? Jesus was God’s promise from the very first moment of our need for a Savoir way back in the Garden of Eden! It is His power in keeping His promises, and His love for the World that made Jesus come to earth to save us from our sins. Mary was picked to be part of God’s plan, not because she was the most righteous woman ever, but because she was the one God planned to do this special ministry for her God. Did you know that you have a special part of God’s plan? When Mary was born God had already decided to protect her and capture her heart so that she was able to be the mother of our Savior, and when you were born God already a special plan in mind for you. When you hear His spirit calling to your heart, obey like Mary did with a heart of praise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-1601454261040482693?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1601454261040482693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=1601454261040482693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/1601454261040482693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/1601454261040482693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2006/12/lesson-two-coming-of-jesus-winter.html' title='Lesson Two “The Coming of Jesus” (Winter Quarter year two) First Grade sunday School'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-2773082460603697146</id><published>2006-12-09T09:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T09:49:32.554-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John the Baptist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first grade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zacharias'/><title type='text'>Winter Quarter Year Two Lesson One “Getting Ready For the Son Of God”</title><content type='html'>Zacharias trembled as he entered the temple. It was just a little before that his name was chosen by a drawing to represent his part of the family in presenting the incense offering this time. Zacharias knew that this was probably the only time in his entire life that he would be able do this special task. Most priests only dream of this moment when Zacharias the priest would enter the holy place, approach the incense altar, and perform the offering. Zacharias’ joy was tempered, however, as he stepped through the doorway into the temple. If only he and his elderly wife Elizabeth had a child with whom to to share this. If only they weren’t so old as to be without hope of ever bearing a child. It seemed that God had rewarded their obedience and faith only with heartache. How the Priest and his wife dreamed of enjoying a grandchildren in these final years of their lives, but now, as Zacharias gathered the items he needed for the offering, he knew that Elizabeth would be the only one sitting at home later listening to his delighted voice tell of his special act of worship that day. The tired body reverently crossed the final threshold into the Holy Place where the altar of incense stood, but suddenly Zacharias stiffened. Fear filled his body, and seemed to scream chills into every fingertip. There in the room where he was to have been alone stood a creature he had never seen before. Even though Zacharias had never seen one he knew that this individual before him, standing to the right of the altar of incense, was an angel of God. Why? Was God expecting someone else to come in? Is this what happened right before you died, an angel came to get you? The priest’s fear did not go away for as he stood there focused on the heavenly being, the angel directed his gaze directly at Zacharias and spoke to him. “Do not be afraid Zacharias for your prayer has been heard, and your wife Elizabeth will bear you a son, and you shall call his name John. And you will have joy and gladness, and many will rejoice at his birth, for he will be great before the Lord. And he must not drink wine or strong drink, and he will be filled with the Holy Spirit, even from his mother’s womb. And he will turn many of the children of Israel to the Lord their God, and he will go before them in the spirit and power of Elijah, to turn the hearts of the fathers to the children and the disobedient to the wisdom of the just, to make ready for the Lord a people prepared.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zacharias knew what the angel meant. He knew God’s promise that the Messiah would come and save his people, and he knew that someone with the spirit of Elijah would come to prepare the way. This promise is found in our verse for today. Malachi 3:1a “See, I will send my messenger, who will prepare the way before me”&lt;br /&gt;There had been 400 years from the last revelation from God to this moment when the angel gave God’s message to the priest. Zacharias knew better however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He answered the angel- “How can I be sure? I am an old man and my wife is fairly old too!” The angel did not flinch. He simply answered- “I am Gabriel, who stands in the presence of God and I was sent to speak to you and to bring you this good news. And pay attention, you will be silent and unable to speak until the day that these things take place because you did not believe my words which will be fulfilled in their time.” True to the angel’s word when Zacharias left the room after offering the incense offering he spoke not a word and quietly returned home to his wife. Zacharias did not keep his mouth shut because he was frightened of what might happen should he speak. He simply could not talk. He could not make a sound. It seems that everyone assumed that he had a stroke and lost his ability to speak and hear for when the baby was born, as God had promised, Zacharias was not consulted as to the name of the child. When Zacharias finally convinced them to bring him something to right on he wrote that the child was to be named John according to the instructions given to him by the angel. At that moment Zacharias was again able to speak, and he praised God telling anyone who would listen that his precious son was an important part of God’s plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John was important. Remember our verse- Malachi 3:1a “See, I will send my messenger, who will prepare the way before me” John was that messenger. He grew trained well by his godly mother and father, and when it was time to start his work he went into the desert dressed in camel hair and eating locusts, a bug like a grasshopper. He didn’t simply enter the desert to find weird food, he went there to preach. People from all over came to hear him preach repentance from sin, and people’s heart were changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once had a man tell me that God would never tell him something that didn’t seem right to him. I guess that is how Zacharias felt when the angel told him that there was going to be a baby born to his family. Yet God’s promise was right, even if it didn’t seem right to Zacharias. God’s plan seemed impossible, but He promised, and God always, always keeps His promises. Our verse, Malachi 3:1a probably seemed like an impossible promise to those who heard it and studied it later. The world at the time was going crazy, and it seemed that no one could make any plans for the future. Not even God seemed strong enough to be that in charge. But God promised, and God always keeps his promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did Zacharias know what God meant? He knew God’s Word. You don’t have to be a Jewish priest to know God’s Word. Chances are that you already have a Bible nearby and you are ready to begin reading it. When you read it you will find that God has made promises that are made for you. One of my many favorite promises of God is found in first John chapter one verse nine “If we confess our sin He is faithful and just to forgive our sins and cleanse us of all our unrighteousness.” I like the promises because they are nice, but I trust them because God made them. I can make promises, but you can’t always trust them because sometimes things happen that I cannot control. God is not like that. He can keep His promises and He will. Remember John the Baptist, son of Zacharias and Elizabeth? He was a promise of God come true, and God will keep the promises He makes to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-2773082460603697146?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2773082460603697146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=2773082460603697146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/2773082460603697146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/2773082460603697146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2006/12/winter-quarter-year-two-lesson-one.html' title='Winter Quarter Year Two Lesson One “Getting Ready For the Son Of God”'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-1390295560059204874</id><published>2006-11-28T20:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T02:25:52.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My alter-ego</title><content type='html'>It was a while ago that I wrote a web page about why I no longer practiced iridology. I deleted the page to keep the peace with my family, but somehow someone seems to have found it using a net archive like the one I linked to above. He and I have been having an online conversation since Thanksgiving day, and although it will be ending soon it has been an interesting blast into my past. If anyone is in the mood to debate someone in the so-called "alternative medicine" field let me warn you that the type of logic that is used is quite unlike that used in other fields that purport to be driven by science. At the beginning of our discussion I told this new friend that our debate will likely end a draw and that is where it is headed since both of us approach life from very different points of view. The strange thing is that we both have called on Scripture several times in our discussion. It is interesting that the use of Scripture does not preclude one falling into error, but I will not say which one of us is probably in error. That which is a matter of fact to me may very well appear to be a matter of opinion to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say, however, that it seems to me that a number of Christians in "alternative medicine" are under the opinion that the way of God is the use of "natural" substances to develop health. In other words you will hear many references to "organic" and "natural" and herbal while these same individuals show an aversion to concepts of chemical, processed, or "drug". I know of one man who insists that aspirin is dangerous while white willow bark, from which aspirin is derived, is safe. There isn't really any difference between these two, but this "alternative medicine" practitioner insists that the bark is better because it is "natural". I have been tempted to retort that it is only natural to take the bark then when you accidentally bump into the tree and a piece of bark falls into your mouth, but that would be counter-productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true that I prefer the flavor of many "organic" vegetables but that is usually because of the fact that they are usually picked more ripe than the "not-organic" vegetables. This whole discussion makes me laugh because if something is not organic than it must be inorganic and a vegetable has carbon atoms so it must be organic. The very label is ludicrous in my mind, but I digress. Unfortunately for the "organic foods" crowd that wants to go back to Eden they always miss one very important point- the foods we have now have been cultivated to be different than they were in the garden of Eden. It is a problem to try to eat "natural" foods in an effort to eat food the way God originally made it because there is not a food that exists as God originally made it. This is true, as I mentioned above, because of ancient to modern cross-breeding, but also because of another Biblical doctrine- the universal corruption of sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current debate with my new-found friend is focusing on this point. I am not going to argue with him here, but simply repeat what I have already stated for those outside our conversation. My new friend insists that God wants us to experience wholeness on earth which will only be attained by eating foods as God gave them to us. You already know my position on this from above, but my friend strongly feels that there is little alternative here. I believe that he would concede that things have changed from the Garden of Eden, but he still believes the principle remains of eating things in their original state. In other words, my new friend preaches consumption of whole grains, raw fruits and vegetables as a large portion of a diet, and the use of herbs instead of drugs when possible. He believes that following these principles along with a few other helps that he provides will allow us to reach wholeness, or in other words, perfect health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem as I see it is that sin has corrupted everything including these whole grains, fruits, vegetables, and herbs. Certainly a diet high in whole grains and fruits and vegetables is quite desirable. I don't think anyone within conventional medicine debates this, but I also see that sin has hopelessly corrupted life on this earth. Even with all these efforts we will get sick and die someday. The other consideration is that the "natural" herbs that so many like my new friend champion have also suffered the effects of sin. Most of them have poisons that are yet unknown and we are still discovering the toxic effects that lifelong consumption of these substances cause. I told my new friend that his idea of wholeness from God's perfect creation is a nice thought, but not true from Scripture. Of course he thinks I am missing God's point. You might too, but now you know where I stand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-1390295560059204874?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://web.archive.org/web/20030210180400/http://www.mather.infomedia.com/reality/confessions.html' title='My alter-ego'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1390295560059204874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=1390295560059204874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/1390295560059204874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/1390295560059204874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-alter-ego.html' title='My alter-ego'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-116325113509547508</id><published>2006-11-11T07:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T07:18:55.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Soldier's Christmas</title><content type='html'>The following (including author's notes) is reposted from &lt;a href="http://iwvpa.net/marksm/a_soldie.php"&gt;http://iwvpa.net/marksm/a_soldie.php&lt;/a&gt; It really touched me and so I thought I would pass it on this Vetern's Day.&lt;br /&gt;-Josh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A SOLDIER'S CHRISTMAS&lt;br /&gt;The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,my daughter beside me, angelic in rest.&lt;br /&gt;Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,Transforming the yard to a winter delight.The sparkling lights in the tree, I believe,Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.&lt;br /&gt;My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,Secure and surrounded by love I would sleepin perfect contentment, or so it would seem.So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.&lt;br /&gt;The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,But I opened my eye when it tickled my ear.Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know,Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,and I crept to the door just to see who was near.Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.&lt;br /&gt;A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years oldPerhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing?" I asked without fear"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"&lt;br /&gt;For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts,to the window that danced with a warm fire's lightthen he sighed and he said "It's really all right,I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night"&lt;br /&gt;"Its my duty to stand at the front of the line,that separates you from the darkest of times.No one had to ask or beg or implore me,I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.&lt;br /&gt;My Gramps died at 'Pearl on a day in December,"then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."My dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'NamAnd now it is my turn and so, here I am.&lt;br /&gt;I've not seen my own son in more than a while,But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,The red white and blue... an American flag.&lt;br /&gt;"I can live through the cold and the being alone,Away from my family, my house and my home,I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat,I can carry the weight of killing anotheror lay down my life with my sisters and brotherswho stand at the front against any and all,to insure for all time that this flag will not fall."&lt;br /&gt;"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no frightYour family is waiting and I'll be all right.""But isn't there something I can do, at the least,"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?It seems all too little for all that you've done,For being away from your wife and your son."&lt;br /&gt;Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,"Just tell us you love us, and never forgetTo fight for our rights back at home while we're gone.To stand your own watch, no matter how long.&lt;br /&gt;For when we come home, either standing or dead,to know you remember we fought and we bledis payment enough, and with that we will trust.That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."&lt;br /&gt;©Copyright December 7, 2000 by Michael Marks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Author's Note: A Soldier's Christmas was the first in this series of patriotic writings, drafted on Pearl Harbor Day 2000 when in the wake of the 2000 Presidential Election our nation saw the right of US Armed Forces personnel openly questioned and debated. I felt it unconscionable that at the onset of the Christmas season, those serving to defend our nation would hear anything but our love and support. It is our challenge to stand for their rights at home while they stand for our lives and safety overseas. This poem went out and quickly spread around the world in emails, letters, magazines. I received letters from Marines in Bosnia, soldiers in Okinawa, from a submariner who xeroxed a copy for everyone on his sub. Moms wrote, dads, brothers and sisters. I have saved and cherish every letter and set out to continue writing throughout the year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-116325113509547508?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://iwvpa.net/marksm/a_soldie.php' title='A Soldier&apos;s Christmas'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116325113509547508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=116325113509547508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/116325113509547508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/116325113509547508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/soldiers-christmas.html' title='A Soldier&apos;s Christmas'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-116296954969518869</id><published>2006-11-08T00:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T01:05:49.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boat the Vote</title><content type='html'>My sweet little Bug is now four years old and is good for a little chuckle just about every day. Today wasn't any different. My Darling One called to my daughter to get ready this morning as she prepared to step out the door to go vote. My little Bug said, "Where is the boat?" No matter how hard my Darling tried to explain it, my little Bug just couldn't get it. When they finally arrived at the polling station my little One in annoyance announced, "I can't see any water Mommy!" All three of our children dealt with the same frustration around three or four years of age. No matter, they love the "I Voted!" sticker even if there isn't any boating to be had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-116296954969518869?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116296954969518869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=116296954969518869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/116296954969518869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/116296954969518869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/boat-vote.html' title='Boat the Vote'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-116255328936266633</id><published>2006-11-03T05:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T00:18:02.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Daniel and God's Love</title><content type='html'>This week we are going to venture into the Old Testament book of Daniel starting with the first chapter. Remember that last week we discussed how the Babylonian army invaded and destroyed Jerusalem, but that was the last of a long line of frightening events that found the people of Judah, the southern kingdom of Israel, fighting for their existence after they refused to obey God and forsake their false gods. The events I want to tell you about now happened before Jeremiah was thrown into the cistern or met the destroying armies of the Babylonian Empire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jehoahaz the king refused to obey God and God gave his kingdom over to the Egyptian empire that put Jehoiakim, his son, in control of the Kingdom of Judah. Jehoiakim was forced to send quite a bit of gold to Egypt to keep them from destroying his kingdom, but then Nebuchadnezzar, the King of Babylon, fought with the Egyptians and began taking over the lands that they had conquered. This put the people of Judah right in the middle of a huge mess. Babylon took over control of Judah and Jehoiakim agreed to pay taxes to Babylon, but he only did it for three years until he decided he had enough and tried to build an army against the Babylonians, so the Babylonians invaded with their armies and Jehoiakim died and his son King Jehoiachin was taken prisoner by the Babylonians along with a large number of people from his kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the middle of this mess were born four boys that have made quite a name for themselves in Biblical history. I believe that these four boys, Daniel, Hananiah, Mishael, and Azariah, were old enough to remember what it was like to try to learn Egyptian ways while wondering if they would be soon forced to use Babylonian money and laws. I am sure that some of the adults the boys knew were teaching their children to worship Egyptian gods while others were learning how to address the gods of the Babylonians in prayer, while other parents were teaching their children to worship the One True God. Daniel and his friends must have been frightened many times by news that huge armies were coming to crush their kings’ resistance to their demands. No one knew if the Babylonians were going to kill everyone, or just make a new king take over the kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then one day the armies did come, and they did beat the Jewish army, and they did take over the city. Suddenly the boys were trying to figure out how to speak in a new language to the Chaldean soldiers who were using spears to push them away from their parents and homes into groups of boys very much like them. I am sure that no one knew exactly what was to happen. Would the boys be carried away by the army to learn to become soldiers and fight in other wars? Would the boys become servants to do the hardest work in the empire? Where were Daniel, Hananiah, Mishael, and Azariah going to go? What should they do? Many of their friends were already trying to look more like their Babylonian captors in order to keep from being picked on. Many of their friends had learned the names of the Babylonian gods and were learning how to worship them so that they would get on better in their new place, wherever it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel, it is clear, decided early on that no matter what happened he would follow the One True God. His three friends decided that his plan was right and committed to follow the One True God too, no matter how their friends and enemies felt about it. I am sure there was quite a bit of discussion about this decision because Daniel wrote that he and his three friends were the only ones who chose to eat only the foods that would honor God. I am sure that many of the boys that were carried away by the Babylonians argued that if God loved them still He would have kept them from being defeated by the Babylonians. Daniel, Hananiah, Mishae, and Azariah probably had to argue that they knew God loved them, no matter what happened to make it seem like He didn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people today who insist the same thing, that if you are truly loved by God you will never have to be in scary situations or do things that you really don’t want to do. These people insist that when something bad happens to God’s people, like being defeated by a bad army, that it proves that God doesn’t care about His people anymore. Daniel would have said, “No! God still has a plan that we don’t understand, but that makes it more important that we obey Him!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should Daniel and his friends have done? Should they allow themselves to act more like their enemies so that they would be able to survive, or stand for God no matter if it meant they would die? God had let their enemies take them away from their homes and families; it would seem that He wouldn’t care what happened to them in the foreign land. But Daniel and his friends didn’t care. They still decided to obey. When they got to Babylon their enemies changed their names to sound more like the false gods that Daniel and his friends didn’t like. This is why we remember Daniel’s three friends by other names- Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego. Daniel was renamed Belteshazzar, but no matter how often they heard themselves called by names of false gods, they insisted on obeying the One True God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the King of Babylon, King Nebuchadnezzar, did something that made perfect sense- He offered these new members of his kingdom the very best food he could offer. He told his people to serve the Judean captives the very food and wine that he would eat. The king did this to make his new workers as smart as possible. Remember that good food is brain food. The king planned on teaching these boys everything there was to know about science, and language, and history so that they could help him run his government. For these boys this was the opportunity of a lifetime. They could do things that may have not been possible back home. King Nebuchadnezzar, it seemed, was treating them better than their own God. There was no need to say no thanks to their new king and act like they were better than him, but Daniel, Hananiah, Azariah, and Mishael did say “No thank you!” They knew that whatever meat they were served was prepared in honor of a false god, and that the wine would be made in honor of a false god so they decided to eat the only safe food they could think of- vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The king’s chamberlain was very upset. In Babylon the king’s food was considered brain food. If these boys were allowed to eat whatever they wanted, when they stood before the king to be tested they would look really bad and the king would look at the chamberlain as if he did something very wrong. It is possible that the chamberlain would lose his life if he let Daniel get away with this. Daniel would not change his mind. “Try it for ten days and see how we look. If we look worse than the other boys, we will eat whatever you give us.” There was no promise by God that this plan would work. You can read throughout the whole law in the book of Leviticus and you will see that God never said that if you eat my way in an enemy’s land you will look better than anyone else, but Daniel and his friends trusted that God would do whatever was necessary to make it possible for them to obey Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they tested the four boys, and ten days later, Daniel, Azariah, Mishael, and Hananiah were better looking than any of the other boys that came from Judah with them. There are a lot of possible ways that God could have done this. Some people believe that if we eat only vegetables now, we will be as smart as Daniel and his friends; others think that what happened was a miracle. However God worked it out, He proved to these boys that He was going to back them up. This was God’s way of telling His boys that even though they were far away from His temple and His people, they were not far from Him if they kept their hearts following Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final test came when a while later they had their final test before King Nebuchadnezzar and he found that they learned better, and could think quicker than any of the other boys. God used the obedience of these four young men to put men who loved Him into some very important places in the enemy’s kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our verse this week is John 10:11 “I am the Good Shepherd. The Good Shepherd lays down His life for the sheep.” In this historical account that I just told you God acted like a shepherd and led his young men into a way of acting that proved His power even in a strange land. God proved that He loves His people no matter how badly it seems that He is treating them. It looked to everyone that God didn’t care anymore, how else could we explain the fact that He let bad men carry His people away? But in reality God loved His people, and He still does. God put Daniel, Azariah, Mishael, and Hananiah in the perfect place to get things ready for His people to one day return to their homeland. God proved that He loves His people in all of History.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-116255328936266633?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=daniel+1' title='Daniel and God&apos;s Love'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116255328936266633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=116255328936266633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/116255328936266633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/116255328936266633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/daniel-and-gods-love.html' title='Daniel and God&apos;s Love'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-116146749502904893</id><published>2006-10-21T16:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T16:51:35.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonah and Mercy</title><content type='html'>This week in Sunday School we are going to encounter a man by the name of Jonah. The problem of teaching Jonah to a group of children at Briarwood Presbyterian Church is that they have heard the story several times and can recount the important details from memory instantly. It is even likely that my first-graders are familiar with even the debate over the question whether Jonah was swallowed by a whale or a big fish. The focus of this lesson according to our curriculum is God's mercy toward sinners. Of course it strikes one instantly that God’s mercy was shown to the people of Ninevah as well as toward Jonah who deserved the ultimate punishment from God for his disobedience. Instead, God allowed Jonah to survive in the belly of the big fish, and responded to the repentance of the people of Ninevah by delaying their destruction. This short book in the Old Testament also explains part of the reason for the delaying of God’s final Judgment on the Kingdom of Israel by the Assyrians. God promised His judgment on the Assyrians would come after they invaded His people in Israel, but when the Assyrians repented they delayed the process which would eventually lead them to invade Israel and undergo God’s judgment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is mercy? If this historical narrative from the book of Jonah is evidence of mercy it provides insight into the definition of mercy. God did not give Jonah, Ninevah, or the people of Israel what they deserved for their disobedience to God. From this comes an understanding that mercy occurs when we don’t get what we deserve. The Christian finds mercy at the cross where Jesus shed His blood and kept us from getting the eternal death that we deserve.  Having been raised in a church that is strong in teaching basic doctrines my first-graders have probably heard of mercy so much that they don’t really grasp the impact of its effect. In other words they take the mercy of God for granted. In their minds they think “Of course God showed mercy!” But the people of Ninevah did not take this for granted. They saw that they weren’t going to get away with their sin any longer. Jonah probably figured that mercy missed him when he saw the spray rise around the huge beast’s gaping mouth. I expect that my students would be more like the people of Israel who were basically oblivious to the fact that God’s grace was shown to them every day for allowing them to continue to exist even though they lived in disobedience. Will I be able to lead my students to grasp their need for mercy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-116146749502904893?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=Jonah+1' title='Jonah and Mercy'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116146749502904893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=116146749502904893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/116146749502904893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/116146749502904893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2006/10/jonah-and-mercy.html' title='Jonah and Mercy'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-116137663682515663</id><published>2006-10-20T15:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T15:37:16.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoying the life...</title><content type='html'>My wonderful wife has entered the blogging world. If you are wondering what our day is like, chances are that she has a good summary on her blog. Now if I could only publish something on mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-116137663682515663?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.xanga.com/elizajoy3' title='Enjoying the life...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116137663682515663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=116137663682515663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/116137663682515663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/116137663682515663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2006/10/enjoying-life.html' title='Enjoying the life...'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-115384579453312511</id><published>2006-10-20T07:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T02:24:17.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Scandalous Truth</title><content type='html'>For months I have been working on a post about admissions of scandalous facts. I was prompted to start the post after reading a "Dear Abby" in which a man wrote of a past affair that his wife never discovered, but over which he felt guilty. It is more than just an interesting bit of gossip. The guy sinned with a friend of the family and if he disclosed the long-over affair to his wife it would ruin their friendship with the other couple and could end his now much stronger marriage. The writer told "Abby" that no other discernible consequences have developed, but he felt overcome with guilt and wanted to tell his wife about his affair to get it "off his chest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? My personal feeling is that he needs to enter into counseling both alone and with his wife. The affair did not happen in a vacuum and there are root issues that needed to be dealt with. If the wife needs to learn of the affair to get past some of those issue, it may be necessary, but I personally feel like it would not be wrong for the husband to deal with that guilt without his wife ever knowing about it. That is essentially how "Abby" responded in her column.&lt;br /&gt;My wife on the other hand was disturbed that such advice should be given. "I'd want to know!" was her response. Why? "Because I just should know!" Don't worry, there won't be an admission from me here now that I know how my wife feels, but the strength of her response made me take notice. I have asked other friends who basically agreed with my wife using some great reasoning. Mom told me that his wife probably knew about the affair and was waiting for him to tell her. Other friends agreed with me (it always feels good to have someone on my side).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This discussion highlights some important ideas about truth. How much is really necessary? Suppose that I had a deep dark secret that no one ever found out about me. Let's say the secret caused me some pain, but I dealt with bringing justice to the situation without involving the people who were not involved, including my wife. Would that be wrong? This secret could be some money I embezzled and paid back with interest by working overtime while still providing for my family. Maybe I met up with a prostitute while away from home and sought counseling afterward to help me come to full repentance and protect my marriage from further abuse. Maybe all my wife ever knew was that I needed to work out some personal problems and now our marriage was stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The issue is complex, but it also has some simplicity. God desires truth in the inward parts, but He doesn't necessarily want us to taint everyone unnecessarily. Some secrets need to be dealt with secretly. Being honest for the man who wrote to "Dear Abby" means admitting to God that he was wrong and needed to find counseling to make sure he was now on the right track. Obviously if he contracted some sort of disease from his affair, his wife should know why. Each situation has its own reasons why someone should tell this kind of secret, and that is why a good counselor is invaluable. Sometimes we need someone to know so that we are motivated to change. Some addictions are fed by secrecy. I can quickly think of several situations in which someone should have disclosed a secret life early on so that it wouldn't come out later in a more hurtful way. Many politicians have been hurt by keeping such secrets, and many well-known religious leaders have had their ministries ruined because they let a sinful desire go unchecked until it was much more than a questionable thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But suppose I can see that I have shown to God and myself that I have lived years in full repentance. Do I need to admit something like that to my unsuspecting wife? Shouldn't she know the truth? The fact is that the truth may even be hard for me to see. I mean the "True truth". The fact is that the man who started this whole thing had a deeper truth to reveal to his wife than the fact of his affair. He needed to tell her that he sometimes struggles with whether he wants to be married or stay faithful. The focus really needs to be what caused the affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, my wife doesn't like me keeping secrets from her, but there are some things that don't need to be told. Suppose that my wife caught me in an affair (which she won't. This is hypothetical). She would not really care about all the details of the sex, but she would want to know the details of why. To insist on telling her all the details of how it happened is to punish her more than she deserves. No one deserves to have their spouse violate their trust, but even more than that, no one deserves to have that violation of their trust flaunted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God desires truth in our very deepest parts. No rationalization over how I couldn't help it. No calling it a harmless fling. No insisting that no one was hurt. The sinner must first admit the whole truth to God, and then he must repent fully. If it takes someone knowing to force him to repent then he should tell someone, but if God works in his heart so that he never returns to that sin he should seek a wise counselor that can help him deal with the root cause of that sin though he may never share the details with anyone. A sure sign that he hasn't repented is that he considers doing it a second time. Secret sins have a way of becoming public, especially if I never deal with the root cause. So, I may be keeping a couple secrets, but that doesn't mean there isn't repentance. If I have not repented be sure I will not have that secret for long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-115384579453312511?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115384579453312511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=115384579453312511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/115384579453312511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/115384579453312511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2006/10/scandalous-truth.html' title='Scandalous Truth'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-115379373679944942</id><published>2006-07-24T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T21:16:29.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Were a Rich Man</title><content type='html'>Jesus said to his disciples, "It's terribly hard for rich people to get into the kingdom of heaven!'" Matthew 19:23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often feel sorry for the rich young ruler who mournfully left Jesus' presence just before the Master spoke these words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember how I felt the first time I heard this passage. I understood the response of the rich man who was told to give it all up for Jesus, and I remember being mildly shocked at the the response of the disciples to the statement. It wasn't until I recently sang Tevye's song from the Fiddler on the Roof about how he would conduct himself should he be a rich man-&lt;br /&gt;"If I were rich, I'd have the time that I lack&lt;br /&gt;To sit in the synagogue and pray,&lt;br /&gt;And maybe have a seat by the Eastern wall,&lt;br /&gt;And I'd discuss the learned books with the holy men&lt;br /&gt;Seven hours every day--&lt;br /&gt;That would be the sweetest thing of all..."&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsdepot.com/zero-mostel/if-i-were-a-rich-man.html"&gt;http://www.lyricsdepot.com/zero-mostel/if-i-were-a-rich-man.html&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the perspective of the Disciples, a rich man had the time to focus on his spiritual habits and learning about God. For the rich young ruler, who was probably well off from birth, he was so good because he went to the best schools, had the time to sit under the best rabbis, and didn't have to be so distracted by immediate needs from the beauty of Godly thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American protestant today may not quite identify with this feeling. We tend to see the religious rich as suspect, facing temptations that common people do not even have the chance to have, but in the world of New Testament Palestine it was more common for the religious rich to be seen as the ones who are the most godly because they can spend more time being spiritual because they didn't have so many worries about survival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it makes more sense to me why Jesus told the rich young ruler to give all he had to the poor. If the religious rich young ruler gave up his physical riches, in his mind, he gave up most of his spiritualy identity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-115379373679944942?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115379373679944942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=115379373679944942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/115379373679944942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/115379373679944942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2006/07/if-i-were-rich-man.html' title='If I Were a Rich Man'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-115379300904459761</id><published>2006-07-24T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T21:06:15.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me again after a bit...</title><content type='html'>My wife just informed me that she checks my blog every day and I can tell by the way she told me that we our zeek hoofeul is tired of not seeing anything new on it. So here is something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added a link (I think it is above) to show the extent of the flooding. The overhead view of the river overflowing its banks looks very much like the area of Apalachin where my parents live. In fact, I am inclined to think that it is their house on the bottom of the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully everyone in my family came out ok and I was able to make it up there and see the flooding for myself. Of course just about everyone is dealing with the requisite mold problems in the basements and crawl spaces, but it could have been so much worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently gearing up for finals and getting as much time in with my kids before the two oldest take off for school in three weeks (it doesn't seem possible).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you are wondering "we our zeek hoofeul" is easily translated into "she". Ask my wife. She knows why. ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-115379300904459761?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.flickr.com/search/?q=apalachin+flood&amp;m=text' title='Me again after a bit...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115379300904459761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=115379300904459761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/115379300904459761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/115379300904459761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2006/07/me-again-after-bit.html' title='Me again after a bit...'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-115160131375078103</id><published>2006-06-29T12:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T12:15:13.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>quickly...</title><content type='html'>Just got a report from my wife who stated that my father saw the house and that it appears to have very little water damage, and that all of the water damage was limited to 4 inches in the basement. I get there tonight and hope to see for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'til then&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-115160131375078103?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115160131375078103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=115160131375078103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/115160131375078103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/115160131375078103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2006/06/quickly.html' title='quickly...'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29631819.post-115155714179832719</id><published>2006-06-28T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T00:01:36.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wet and Wild, but not fun</title><content type='html'>I have been on tenterhooks all day since my wife contacted me this morning to alert me to the fact that the Susquehanna river was in the process of rising. Thank God for cell phones! We have been talking all day about the situation as she and our kids have been visiting with my parents across the street from the rising river. In recent memory the river has never risen to the point where my parents' house was ever at risk, but things were looking ominous by midmorning and they began to plan for evacuation. This is no simple task since this is the week for annual cousin's camp at Mom and Dad's where all their grandkids come to spend time together and learn important life lessons from Grandma and Grandpa. Suddenly it became an important question of getting away from the river safely. I don't have all of the details, but I am informed that sometime early in the afternoon every family member's minivan was corralled into service and all 10 grandkids were evacuated with mothers from my parents' house and relocated to my older sister's house in Hallstead, PA. When the final vehicle left it looked like the flooring of the one story house was being covered with the basement already being filled with water. I suspect that a majority of the house will be a loss if only because of mold. Thank God that everyone escaped safely with a minimum of panic. I have never been more proud of my wife as I am in this moment when she kept her head and was able to calmly carry our children and their belongings into our van to escape the rising waters. The plan has always been for me to fly up there tomorrow to drive them back home here in Alabama, but we never anticipated that this difficult series of events would complicate everything. I am just glad that I will be able to get up there soon to help them cope with the situation.&lt;br /&gt;Pray, please, for our neighbors and friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29631819-115155714179832719?l=me-as-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115155714179832719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29631819&amp;postID=115155714179832719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/115155714179832719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29631819/posts/default/115155714179832719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-as-me.blogspot.com/2006/06/wet-and-wild-but-not-fun.html' title='Wet and Wild, but not fun'/><author><name>JD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09724993438280724378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='13' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMWM1MwtFG4/TeRRfchgL6I/AAAAAAAAFKs/aHbhP20p7mw/s220/MillionDollar_Front.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
