<?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-1062158041160450923</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:23:07.137-05:00</updated><category term='luxury'/><category term='cancer'/><category term='responsibility'/><category term='Depression'/><category term='McCain'/><category term='puppets'/><category term='fluffernutter'/><category term='graduation'/><category term='softball'/><category term='election results'/><category term='Methodist'/><category term='legacy'/><category term='Selleck'/><category term='&quot;'/><category term='My Space'/><category term='Ray Allen'/><category term='fellowship'/><category term='worship. photos'/><category term='Celtics'/><category term='Tigers'/><category term='Subway'/><category term='amy grant'/><category term='shadows'/><category term='police'/><category term='angels'/><category term='Presidents'/><category term='charlton heston'/><category term='ABCCONN'/><category term='spring'/><category term='John Ortberg'/><category term='Zacharias'/><category term='worship'/><category term='You tube'/><category term='polio'/><category term='Obama'/><category term='Sunday School'/><category term='Giants'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='Rushmore'/><category term='fireflies'/><category term='Alley'/><category term='Toyota'/><category term='tomato'/><category term='Clinton'/><category term='Jeter'/><category term='FDR'/><category term='Cheers'/><category term='Purpose driven life'/><category term='bike riding'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='Rick Warren'/><category term='baseball'/><category term='sharing'/><category term='UCONN'/><category term='dash'/><category term='victory'/><category term='ice cream'/><category term='clergy'/><category term='Detroit Tigers'/><category term='Hall of fame'/><category term='God'/><category term='mansions'/><category term='Divine Encounter'/><category term='Peach tree fire'/><category term='music'/><category term='Iron man'/><category term='National Day of Prayer'/><category term='Saddleback'/><category term='faith'/><category term='advocate'/><category term='camp'/><category term='Memorial Day'/><category term='Veterans'/><category term='life'/><category term='Magnum'/><category term='running'/><category term='Westin hotel'/><category term='diploma'/><category term='light of the world'/><category term='Church'/><category term='kindness'/><category term='strength'/><category term='Love'/><category term='St Theresa roses'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='moses'/><category term='vote'/><category term='team'/><category term='delilah'/><category term='fun'/><category term='Car dealers'/><category term='evangelism'/><category term='First Baptist Norwich'/><title type='text'>Dancing With God</title><subtitle type='html'>Travel with me on a journey of discovery as we find God in every day circumstances. God doesn't wait around for us to show up on Sunday morning. He is waiting out side the doors of the church and hoping we will dance with him all week long.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>767</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-6950274788586831386</id><published>2011-07-12T21:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T21:35:26.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk to the real judge</title><content type='html'>There is a lot of talk about Derek &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jeter&lt;/span&gt; of the Yankees tonight. He was elected as an all star and yet he opted out of playing in the game. He said he was emotionally and physically exhausted from his pursuit of 3,000.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone has an opinion on the subject. Some people think he owed it to the fans to show up. Others say the game is a joke and he did the right thing. As I listened to the banter on talk radio it struck me that even if there is a right or wrong, the only one who really has a right to comment on it is Derek &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jeter&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one has a right to to tell someone else what they should be doing. The same is true when it comes to our faith life.  There is a right thing and a wrong thing to do. But the choice is between us and God. Others can encourage us and even invite us to do one thing or another but ultimately we have to stand before God with our decisions. It doesn't matter what i think or you think. He is the judge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I wish Derek went to the game but he has the right to do as he pleases. That decision may come back to haunt him but he will have to deal with that down the road, not you or me. so it is with us too. Nobody else will pay the price for our decisions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when you are ready &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; make a decision, take some time to talk with God and then make your choice. That is the way it is done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be blessed.  Cal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-6950274788586831386?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/6950274788586831386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=6950274788586831386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/6950274788586831386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/6950274788586831386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2011/07/talk-to-real-judge.html' title='Talk to the real judge'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-2714972900180640339</id><published>2011-07-10T21:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T22:04:19.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A role to die for</title><content type='html'>I was flipping through the channels this afternoon when I came upon the movie "Murder by Numbers." It starred Sandra Bullock and Ryan Gosling. As I went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; to see who was in the movie and what it was I came across the name of Krista Carpenter who was listed as playing - Olivia - the victim. Just about that time the movie came to the scene where Sandra bullock and her partner were examining the crime scene. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There she was larger than life. Krista was lying under the leaves playing dead. Actually in the movie she was dead. I had to chuckle at the fact that this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;role&lt;/span&gt; was listed in her credits. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;She didn't&lt;/span&gt; have any lines to learn. She didn't have to worry about blocking. All she had to do was lie there and let people roll her over and talk about her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was just a bit part yet it was one of the most important parts of the whole movie. It is a role that none of us would probably sign up for but it was crucial to the plot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was reminded of the fact that the same thing may be true of our lives. We may not feel that we have much to offer but God can take the little bit we give him and use it to accomplish great things. Just think of the boy who brought the fishes and loaves to Jesus. He turned around and used the offering to feel over five thousand people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So don't be disappointed if you are not called on to do big things. With God there is no such thing as small parts. We all are part of the big picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-2714972900180640339?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/2714972900180640339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=2714972900180640339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/2714972900180640339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/2714972900180640339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2011/07/role-to-die-for.html' title='A role to die for'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-8169967758691154816</id><published>2011-07-10T21:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T21:37:49.394-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No waster even in waste</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I was on my way home from church today when I saw the sign. It said "manure for sale." I laughed out loud at the thought. Who would buy manure? Then I remembered that my father used to use manure to fertilize the fields before he planted his garden each year. I don't understand how it works, but he told me that there was something organic in the manure that helped the vegetables grow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;We have an amazing God. That sign confirmed the words of the hymn we sang in church this morning titled, "In His Time."&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 11px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt; God&lt;/span&gt; created an order of things where everything is useful in its own time and in its own way. Nothing goes to waste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;That is the biggest reason for our hope. God doesn't give up on us. He wants to have us with him for eternity. So call on him and you will find your salvation in him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Cal&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/1062158041160450923-8169967758691154816?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/8169967758691154816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=8169967758691154816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/8169967758691154816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/8169967758691154816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2011/07/no-waster-even-in-waste.html' title='No waster even in waste'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-9145664012717839635</id><published>2011-03-19T08:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T08:42:02.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't be so quick to judge</title><content type='html'>Came across this great article from Steve Furtick and thought I would pass it along. I'll be back with some original content pretty soon. things are starting to settle down with my transition from Norwich to Westerly. I am starting to feel the spirit moving me to write again. Thanks for being patient.  So enjoy this and let me know what you think.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pharaoh said to Joseph, “I hereby put you in charge of the whole land of Egypt.” Then Pharaoh took his signet ring from his finger and put it on Joseph’s finger. He dressed him in robes of fine linen and put a gold chain around his neck. He had him ride in a chariot as his second-in-command, and people shouted before him, “Make way!” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genesis 41:41-43&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you saw Joseph in his prime, you’d probably think, “Oh, that must be nice.” Or negatively, “He’s sold God out, and all he cares about now is power and money.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Really? Here’s the backstory:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betrayed&lt;/strong&gt; by his brothers and thrown into a pit. Then sold into&lt;strong&gt;slavery&lt;/strong&gt;. Then &lt;strong&gt;falsely accused&lt;/strong&gt; of rape by his master’s wife. Then thrown into &lt;strong&gt;prison&lt;/strong&gt;. All this over the course of thirteen hellish years. And the Bible says that through it all, God was positioning him to save a nation and his family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jealous now?&lt;br /&gt;Critical now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We’ve got to be very careful about being jealous over other people’s blessings without knowing the backstory. It can be so easy to look at someone who’s in a good position or a church that’s really successful and be envious of what God has given them. Or be critical of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But &lt;strong&gt;you don’t know the road that person had to take to get to where they are today. &lt;/strong&gt;You don’t know the price they’ve had to pay to get their church to where it’s at today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They might have had to go through hell. Just like Joseph did. And they might have been faithful through it all. Just like Joseph was.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Would you still want their blessing if you knew the backstory? Would you be willing to go through the same thing to get it? Would you be as critical if you knew the whole story?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God’s blessings were never meant to trigger envy or suspicion.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don’t waste any more time being jealous of someone else’s blessings. God has given you exactly what you need to do exactly what He’s called you to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And don’t be critical of other people’s blessings either. God’s given them exactly what they need, too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don’t envy where God has taken other people. Stop lamenting the hand He’s dealt you. It’s better than you think.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So good, in fact, that there’s someone else in the world that would probably be jealous of it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="bio" style="font-size: 12px; font-style: italic; margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 10px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-top-style: solid; "&gt;Steven Furtick is the Lead Pastor of Elevation Church, an incredible move of God in Charlotte, NC with more than 6,000 in attendance each week among three locations. He is the author of the forthcoming book, Sun Stand Still. He lives in Charlotte with his wife Holly and their two sons, Elijah and Graham.&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.churchleaders.com/author/StevenFurtick/" title="More from Steven Furtick" style="color: rgb(41, 78, 134); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;More from Steven Furtick&lt;/a&gt; or visit Steven at &lt;a href="http://www.stevenfurtick.com/" re="nofollow" class="external" style="color: rgb(41, 78, 134); text-decoration: underline; padding-right: 15px; background-image: url(http://www.churchleaders.com/themes/churchleaders/img/external.png); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: 100% 50%; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; "&gt;www.stevenfurtick.co&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&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/1062158041160450923-9145664012717839635?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/9145664012717839635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=9145664012717839635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/9145664012717839635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/9145664012717839635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2011/03/dont-be-so-quick-to-judge.html' title='Don&apos;t be so quick to judge'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-5058808466715955366</id><published>2011-02-27T21:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T21:44:59.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaching a different generation with the Gospel</title><content type='html'>I have been channel surfing tonight and stopped at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kourtney&lt;/span&gt; and Kim Take New York show on E channel. I was taken aback by how immature and selfish these people were. Then again I shouldn't have been. There wasn't one serious mention of God or faith in the segment I watched. This program showed what happens when the carnal man/woman is in charge. It is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;al&lt;/span&gt;l about selfish pleasures and a total disregard for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to judge them too harshly because I really haven't watched more than 15 minutes. Maybe I am missing something. If the show is really about indulgence in sex, alcohol, and boorish behavior I can't believe anyone watches it. Yet they have good ratings. What does that say about the culture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that we have a lot of work to do. We need to figure out how to reach the generation that is captivated by the rich and pampered. Any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace. Cal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-5058808466715955366?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/5058808466715955366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=5058808466715955366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/5058808466715955366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/5058808466715955366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2011/02/reaching-different-generation-with.html' title='Reaching a different generation with the Gospel'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-7295264375643165061</id><published>2011-01-19T22:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T22:46:50.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A fruitful life</title><content type='html'>This is a great explanation of why our life matters. We are called to bear fruit so God will get the glory. We are created to glorify him with our good works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.godtube.com/embed/source/92j2jcnu.js?w=400&amp;amp;h=255&amp;amp;ap=true&amp;amp;sl=true"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="255" width="400" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.godtube.com/resource/mediaplayer/5.3/player.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.godtube.com/resource/mediaplayer/5.3/player.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="opaque"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="file=http://www.godtube.com/resource/mediaplayer/92J2JCNU.file&amp;amp;image=http://www.godtube.com/resource/mediaplayer/92J2JCNU.jpg&amp;amp;screencolor=000000&amp;amp;type=video&amp;amp;autostart=true&amp;amp;playonce=true&amp;amp;skin=http://www.godtube.com//resource/mediaplayer/skin/carbon/carbon.zip&amp;amp;logo.file=http://media.salemwebnetwork.com/godtube/theme/default/media/embed-logo.png&amp;amp;logo.link=http://www.godtube.com/watch/%3Fv%3D92J2JCNU&amp;amp;logo.position=top-left&amp;amp;logo.hide=false&amp;amp;controlbar.position=over"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-7295264375643165061?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/7295264375643165061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=7295264375643165061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/7295264375643165061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/7295264375643165061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2011/01/fruitful-life.html' title='A fruitful life'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-1646246498984087184</id><published>2011-01-18T21:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T22:40:49.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The church as God sees it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="yiv282880002"&gt;&lt;table id="yiv282880002bodyDrftID" class="yiv282880002" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td id="yiv282880002drftMsgContent" style="font-style: inherit; 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font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; font-size-adjust: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,new york,times,serif;"&gt;I  couldn't believe what I was hearing. She told me that I owed another  twenty dollars as a late fee for missing the deadline on the emissions  testing. I pointed out that I had taken the test and passed. She said  that was good but the computer was telling her that I was late and owed  the fee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her when the test was supposed to be taken and  she couldn't tell me. She didn't have that information. She said it was  on the old vehicle registration. I was stunned. Who looks at the vehicle  registration to see when the emissions test is due?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It struck  me that this was an underhanded scheme by the State to grab another  twenty dollar bill out of the pockets of the unsuspecting public. Every  time you turn around there is a new tax or fee for  something. I left the Department of Motor Vehicle sputtering under my  breath. "All they want is my money!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I drove out of the  parking area I passed the officer doing a vehicle safety check. "I  wonder how much that cost?" I thought to myself. As I got to the main  road I stopped behind a student taking a driver's test. I shook my head  as I remembered the associated fees that we paid for my daughter to get  her license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DMV is an easy target. It is natural to look at  the regulations, fees and paperwork they generate and feel that they  are out to get you. Yet as I thought about it, I began to realize that  they really are there to keep us organized and moving forward. They  provide services that are vital to the well being of all. Maybe I was too harsh in my criticism?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that many people have come to see the church in the same light as places  like the DMV. How many times have you heard someone say,  "All they want is your money?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hear about the negatives from  every person who has had a bad experience with a minister or priest.  Like any other human institution, the church it has its flaws. Yet in  the church there is also a divine purpose which transcends the human  element.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are called to be a community where love and healing  can take place. Our mission is to draw people back to God by reaching  out to them with a helping hand and a thankful heart. When the church is  at its best it will still have critics, but it will leave behind a  testimony to the God whose love has changed lives and opened the door  for a brighter future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Dr. King said something like that  in one of the speeches I heard this week. He talked about visions and  dreams of a better tomorrow. He saw the people of God playing an  essential role in transforming the whole society in which we live.  That's the church I want to belong to even if it costs me something...  especially if it costs me something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that the vision God put in the hearts of men like Dr. King will  continue to rise up in people like you and me so that the world will see  the church as God sees it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,new york,times,serif;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-1646246498984087184?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/1646246498984087184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=1646246498984087184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/1646246498984087184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/1646246498984087184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2011/01/church-as-god-sees-it.html' title='The church as God sees it'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-4637747275622874536</id><published>2011-01-17T14:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T14:53:51.014-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Regular maintainance is key to long term success</title><content type='html'>This afternoon I took my daughter's car to get the emissions tested. It is a pain in the neck but it is one of those things that you need to do. I hate it but I realize that in the long run it will be good for me and the environment. You see it will ensure that the car runs more efficiently and that will save gas and prevent added aggravation down the road. It will also help lessen the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pollutants&lt;/span&gt; in the air which is good for all of us air breathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same thing is true of the things we do to keep our mind, body and spirit in shape. A little exercise and some attention to a proper diet will allow our body to do well as we age. If we keep the fat in check and continue to maintain our flexibility we will be able to lead productive lives well into our advancing years. This is also true of the spiritual exercises that engage in. As we study the scriptures, pray and spend time in worship, it will prepare us for whatever challenges and blessings come our way. It will not always be easy to devote the time to these spiritual disciplines but it will be well worth it over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that the car is all set, it is time to take care of this old body.  Talk to you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-4637747275622874536?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/4637747275622874536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=4637747275622874536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/4637747275622874536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/4637747275622874536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2011/01/regular-maintainance-is-key-to-long.html' title='Regular maintainance is key to long term success'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-3709232884623378489</id><published>2011-01-15T09:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T09:37:34.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Acknowleding the signs</title><content type='html'>I was out shoveling the driveway after the latest storm when I noticed a brand new, crisp copy of a Benny's circular in the walk. I stared at it in disbelief. Where had it come from? It was clean and looked like it was hot off the press.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe it because anything that had been out in the snow would have looked worse for the wear. This was brand new like it had floated down from heaven. It was almost as if someone had walked by while I was shoveling and set it there for me to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought hit me that it was a sign from God to tell me that Benny's had everything I needed to clear my walk and driveway from the snow. Get your shovel's snow blowers, extension cords, gas cans, lock de-icer at Benny's now. I laughed and was reminded how God often gave wonders and signs to the prophets in the Bible. Moses had the burning bush. Gideon had the wet fleece. Elijah had the fire from heaven. John the baptist had the dove descending from heaven.  I had the Benny's circular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that God often will give us a dream, a vision, an unlikely coincidence to tell us that he is with us and wants us to do something. Most of the time we ignore it. Every once in a while it is so clear that we have to pick it up and see what happens next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That happened to me last fall. I received a letter from a pulpit committee in Westerly, Rhode Island and it struck within me that I had to check out.  In the following weeks it became clear to me that God was calling me and I needed to respond. The events that unfolded brought me to the place I stand today. This past week I gave my notice to the members and friends of the First baptist Church that I was leaving. My last Sunday will be March 6, 2011. I will answering God's call to become the next pastor of the Central Baptist Church of Westerly, Rhode Island on March 9th and begin my walk with them as they enter the season of Lent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been my good fortune to serve the people of First Baptist and of greater Norwich for the past quarter century. I consider myself the most fortunate man on the face of the earth. I thank God for that and I thank all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I did on that day when I was shoveling snow, I saw the circular, made note of it, and went back to the work I was doing. So now I do that with ministry. For the next two months I will celebrate and enjoy the work God has given us to do here and then move on as we both begin a new chapter in our worship and service of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In  his service,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-3709232884623378489?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/3709232884623378489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=3709232884623378489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/3709232884623378489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/3709232884623378489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2011/01/acknowleding-signs.html' title='Acknowleding the signs'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-4592607817117183304</id><published>2011-01-10T09:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T09:55:24.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus throughout the Bible</title><content type='html'>Thought you might enjoy this. I'm going to memorize it and present it in worship one of these days. I don't think I'll be as cute though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="255" width="400" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.godtube.com/resource/mediaplayer/5.3/player.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.godtube.com/resource/mediaplayer/5.3/player.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="opaque"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="file=http://www.godtube.com/resource/mediaplayer/76WDLLNX.file&amp;amp;image=http://www.godtube.com/resource/mediaplayer/76WDLLNX.jpg&amp;amp;screencolor=000000&amp;amp;type=video&amp;amp;autostart=true&amp;amp;playonce=true&amp;amp;skin=http://www.godtube.com//resource/mediaplayer/skin/carbon/carbon.zip&amp;amp;logo.file=http://media.salemwebnetwork.com/godtube/theme/default/media/embed-logo.png&amp;amp;logo.link=http://www.godtube.com/watch/%3Fv%3D76WDLLNX&amp;amp;logo.position=top-left&amp;amp;logo.hide=false&amp;amp;controlbar.position=over"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-4592607817117183304?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/4592607817117183304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=4592607817117183304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/4592607817117183304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/4592607817117183304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2011/01/jesus-throughout-bible.html' title='Jesus throughout the Bible'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-8509542167951542572</id><published>2011-01-08T15:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T15:25:24.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It always comes back around</title><content type='html'>Some of you may have heard about my snow blower dilemma last week. I didn't have an extension cord that would fit so I had to shovel the walk and driveway the "old fashioned" way. When I wrote about it in my weekly epistle, I had several people write back and offer me a cord that would work. I felt blessed to know that so many people were willing to do something so nice. None-the-less I went out and bought a 100 foot cord and put it with the snow blower for the next snow storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? Last night it snowed and we had seven inches fall on our walk. I got up early this morning and blew away the snow. It was a snap and the new cord worked perfectly. This afternoon I cam back and cleaned it up a little better. While I was out there I noticed my neighbor's walk hadn't been done so I went to work on it. I thought I would pay forward the kindness that was offered me during the last snow storm. The new 100 foot cord worked perfectly and gave me enough cord to do her walk as well as the rest of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mention this to toot my own horn but just to note that every time we do something nice for someone else, it always seems to come back to us. Maybe that is why Jesus encouraged us to treat others as we would want them to treat us. I think he knew something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next time you have been blessed, pay it forward and watch it come back to you in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-8509542167951542572?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/8509542167951542572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=8509542167951542572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/8509542167951542572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/8509542167951542572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2011/01/it-always-comes-back-around.html' title='It always comes back around'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-9102015098941171587</id><published>2011-01-07T09:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T09:06:42.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God knows what is best for us</title><content type='html'>I sign up for a daily devotional and this came online this morning. It was a blessing to me and I thought I would share it with you. I wish I could claim it as my original work, but alas, even the inspiration giver needs to be a receiver...  Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;1 Pet 1:6 In which time you exult, though for a little while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; at present, if it must be, you have been made sorrowful by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; various trials, (7) So that the proving of your faith, much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; more precious than of  gold  which perishes though it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; proved by  fire , may be found unto praise and glory and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; honor at the revelation of Jesus Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; We should not only believe in God's love but also in His&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; wisdom. He loves us, and He knows everything. His love never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; changes, and His wisdom never errs. Nothing will come upon us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; that is not profitable for us. God's power will bring us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; through everything we need to go through, and this power will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; enable us to bear the burdens that come upon us. Therefore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; we can say before the Lord, “Thank the Lord. Praise Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; because His will is never wrong.” Praising God for His grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; is initial praise; praising Him for His will is mature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; praise. Initial praise is praising Him for what we have;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; mature praise is praising Him for what we lose. Brothers and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; sisters, we can rest, and we can rejoice because in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; everything we see God's love, His wisdom, and His power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; In the book The Streams in the Desert (Oct. 24), there is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; this passage: “A piece of iron that is worth five dollars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; will be worth $10 when it is cast into a horseshoe. If it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; made into needles, it will be worth $350. If it is made into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; fine blades, it will be worth $32,000, and if it is made into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; springs inside watches, it will be worth $250,000.” What is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; the difference between a piece of iron worth $10, $350,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; $32,000, and $250,000? It is the same material, but after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; many trials and much beating, it becomes stronger, more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; pliable, and more valuable. In order to make us more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; valuable, God brings us through many trials and beatings. In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; order to become a useful and valuable vessel before the Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; we must not bemoan the things that God has allowed to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; upon us. Instead, we should rejoice and rest. We should say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; to the Lord, “Father, I thank You, because everything You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; have allowed to come upon me is good.” If we submit to the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; will of God, our heart will find rest, and we will be filled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; with joy. Our mouth will be full of praise, and our burden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; will no longer be a burden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-9102015098941171587?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/9102015098941171587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=9102015098941171587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/9102015098941171587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/9102015098941171587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2011/01/god-knows-what-is-best-for-us.html' title='God knows what is best for us'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-968836440225190640</id><published>2011-01-06T21:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T21:30:03.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The God of second chances</title><content type='html'>I read where my Detroit Tigers were thinking about giving Brad Penny an opportunity to catch on with the team this year. He is a free agent who was hurt for much of last season. Our general manager says that he believes Penny can still pitch and make a valuable contribution to a team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about this and was reminded of the way God takes us, broken with an uncertain future, and gives us a second chance. He offers us forgiveness and the opportunity to turn our lives around so that we can reflect his glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went through a severe depression in my second year of college and began drinking to relieve some of the pain. It didn't help. It actually made things worse. I ended up flunking out of school. All my dreams seemed to go right down the drain. Yet, thanks to the love of a few special people in my life, I was able to turn things around. I got a second chance and made the most of it. I finished school, went on to get my Masters and Doctorate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am blessed to be the pastor of a great church and am able to share the love of God through the church to the whole community. It all happened because of the grace of God. God is so good. It happened for me and it can happen to you to. All you need to do is ask him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your life is a mess right now, invite God to come into your life and he will give you a second chance and help you start over. So what are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way: I hope Brad Penny is a tiger next year and that he recaptures the magic he had a few years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.  Cal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-968836440225190640?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/968836440225190640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=968836440225190640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/968836440225190640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/968836440225190640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2011/01/god-of-second-chances.html' title='The God of second chances'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-7202615424748454535</id><published>2011-01-05T22:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T22:17:50.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A God who abides</title><content type='html'>I think my cat does not realize how much I love her. Misty comes to me every morning. She seems excited to see me. She follows me everywhere and then I hear her. She meows at me and heads to her little room. The room where her food and drink is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is then that I realize that all she sees me as is a source of food and drink. She couldn't care less if I lived or died as long as I am there to feed her. It is so sad. She will never be able to appreciate all the things I can do for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that many of us do the same thing to God. We look at him as a supplier of our needs. We call on him when we need something and then forget about him when the need is met. Yet God wants to do so much more for us. We simply won't allow him to be God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people who really get it are the most blessed people in the world. They enjoy a deep and abiding relationship with their creator and know his peace. They live lives filled with joy and go about their daily routines with a knowledge that God is always with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that you might find this type of relationship with the lover of our souls. If you haven't done so yet, stop thinking about what God can do for you and begin living life with him at your side. You will be glad you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-7202615424748454535?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/7202615424748454535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=7202615424748454535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/7202615424748454535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/7202615424748454535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2011/01/god-who-abides.html' title='A God who abides'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-5885928071388662883</id><published>2011-01-04T22:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T22:25:18.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The gift of faith</title><content type='html'>I was up at Bradley airport this evening and just as I was driving down route 75 I saw a plane coming in from the distance. It started off as a small light in the sky but it grew larger and larger as time went on and then suddenly it was larger than life as it flew over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing how our perception changes over time and as things get closer and move away. Nothing looks the same as the relationship of distance and time change. We kn ow that is true of the physical world. It is also true of the spiritual world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often think of God as distant and uncaring especially when life becomes difficult. That is only because we haven't invited him in to our struggles and asked him to walk with us. Once God begins to draw near, problems never look as big and troubles soon disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God doesn't do it magically. He sends people like you and me to help and to encourage us. That is the gift of faith. Thanks be to God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-5885928071388662883?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/5885928071388662883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=5885928071388662883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/5885928071388662883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/5885928071388662883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2011/01/gift-of-faith.html' title='The gift of faith'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-6286087770894855196</id><published>2010-12-15T22:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T22:02:09.109-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat, Pray, Love</title><content type='html'>While I was on the airplane crossing the Atlantic Ocean I watched Julia Roberts in the movie "Eat, Pray, Love." It was a very good movie. I was especially touched by the scene where Roberts is feeling lost and decides to go in the other room to pray to God for direction. She says;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello God, nice to finally meet you. I am a big fan of your work. Sorry I've never spoken directly to you but I hope I've expressed my ample gratitude for all the blessings I've had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I'm in serious trouble. I don't know what to do. Tell me what to do and I'll do it. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very poignant scene that probably speaks to many people's experience in the world. They don't know how to talk to God. All they've ever learned were a few formal prayers and never felt like they could actually talk to a personal God who really cared about them and could make a difference in their lives. I think most people want to believe but the idea of a relevant, personal God just seems to good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the movie you get the sense that Roberts has had a spiritual experience. She has found God's plan for her life. The truth is that all of us are on a journey of self discovery as well as spiritual awareness. God seems ethereal and out at the beginning but somewhere along the way we encounter the living, breathing God who is just waiting for us to invite him to walk alongside of us through life. When that happens everything changes and life comes together in a meaningful way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat, Pray, Love is probably considered a "chick flick" but I saw it more as a movie that touches the thin place where life and spirit touch. If you haven't seen it, rent the movie and let me know what you think. Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-6286087770894855196?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/6286087770894855196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=6286087770894855196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/6286087770894855196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/6286087770894855196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/12/eat-pray-love.html' title='Eat, Pray, Love'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-5846904361896797281</id><published>2010-12-14T21:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T21:56:33.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Give a gift from the heart</title><content type='html'>What are you carrying? Imagine if you only had one suitcase and you had to put your most prized possessions in it. What would you pack? A lot of us collect as lot of things in life. I am not just talking about material objects. Some of us carry relationships around with us. Some of us carry past experiences on our backs. I know people who are weighted down with failures. Others lift high all their achievements so everyone else can see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that most of these things won't really matter when our life draws to a close. The most important things are not things at all. They are the people who we shared our lives with. This Christmas season, I want to encourage you to take time and tell the people who mean a lot to you just how much you value their friendship, their love, their place in your lives. 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letter'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-186368668241859733</id><published>2010-11-04T08:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T08:09:57.131-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Staying awake in church</title><content type='html'>This would never happen in my church, I don't think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bh__g-ZZ6WA?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/bh__g-ZZ6WA?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/1062158041160450923-186368668241859733?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/186368668241859733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=186368668241859733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/186368668241859733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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He speaks about the people we need in our lives to be successful in ministry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rZpcRemufO4?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/rZpcRemufO4?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/1062158041160450923-5221608125357886032?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/5221608125357886032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=5221608125357886032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/5221608125357886032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/5221608125357886032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/11/people-you-need.html' title='The people you need'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-5887143072550188634</id><published>2010-11-03T21:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T21:54:51.281-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A sermon in a song! or two or more...</title><content type='html'>I wish I could preach like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.tangle.com/flash/swf/flvplayer.swf" flashvars="viewkey=4ce7f62c8fa7541273d6" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="330" height="270" name="tangle" align="middle" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-5887143072550188634?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/5887143072550188634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=5887143072550188634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/5887143072550188634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/5887143072550188634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/11/sermon-in-song-or-two-or-more.html' title='A sermon in a song! or two or more...'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-7584316377485641531</id><published>2010-11-01T21:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T22:04:05.154-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A perfectly prepared product</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/TM9xZvCPisI/AAAAAAAACjk/D7v9PKGOIEw/s1600/Baptist+build+61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/TM9xZvCPisI/AAAAAAAACjk/D7v9PKGOIEw/s320/Baptist+build+61.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534767153998170818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Saturday I helped out on a Habitat for Humanity Build in a neighboring town. We had a group from church participate and I tried to do my part. I'm not very handy so most of the time I stay in the background and let others do the work. This time they had a lot to do and I couldn't hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began the day by doing some sanding upstairs and then got roped into doing some painting. The truth is that I don't mind helping out. The problem is that I'm not that good at doing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie was our supervisor and he is a retired professional painter. He is good. He has a lot of patience. After telling us how to do the painting, he left us to do it. We were in charge of painting the doors for the upstairs bedrooms and bathroom. They were all set up on saw horses and all we needed to do was follow his directions. Easier said then done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that Heidi and I did a pretty good job. Then Charlie came back and he pointed out a few flaws in our work. I felt horrible. Then he said that fortunately no one would see the flaws because this was only the second coat. Someone else was going to come in and sand the door again and put on the final coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but think about the fact that Jesus does the same thing with our lives. We try real hard to live the good life but there are flaws, sins, that keep us from being perfect. They are woven into the fabric of our lives. But praise God we have a finisher, in Christ, who comes in to wipe away the smears and the imperfections so that we can be made acceptable as we are presented to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My door will look pretty good when it is done and thanks be to God, so will I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!  Cal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-7584316377485641531?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/7584316377485641531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=7584316377485641531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/7584316377485641531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/7584316377485641531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/11/perfectly-prepared-product.html' title='A perfectly prepared product'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/TM9xZvCPisI/AAAAAAAACjk/D7v9PKGOIEw/s72-c/Baptist+build+61.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-4338676583037806552</id><published>2010-10-26T22:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T23:02:13.437-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust the future to the Lord</title><content type='html'>I don't like change. I am discovering that I am one of those old people who wants things to remain the same forever. Unfortunately life doesn't work that way. If you think that nothing has changed in the last few years then you probably aren't paying attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point is the fact that when I went down to Yale-New Haven Hospital yesterday they were doing a major reconstruction to the main entrance and atrium area. It was very disconcerting. I didn't like it. I don't know how many times I have been there and always felt welcome because of the familiar surroundings. But on Monday I felt disoriented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that I know that sometimes change is for the better. It allows us to grow and respond to what is happening in the world around us. So why is it that we can't accept it? Maybe it is because we like to be in control. We like to think that we have the ability to direct every aspect of life around us. When changes happen it forces us to realize that we don't have as much control as we think we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the story I read today about the apostle Paul. His life turned upside down when he met Jesus on the Damascus Road. From that point forward he knew that God was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;control&lt;/span&gt; of his future. That's why he was able to write later on that he had learned the secret to contentment. It was to be found in Christ and specifically in letting Christ control his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what the future holds. There will be changes but tonight I am going to trust Jesus to lead the way. Suddenly change doesn't seem so scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!  Cal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-4338676583037806552?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/4338676583037806552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=4338676583037806552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/4338676583037806552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/4338676583037806552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/10/trust-future-to-lord.html' title='Trust the future to the Lord'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-3631875448043655592</id><published>2010-10-12T22:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T22:23:59.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He's watching you</title><content type='html'>This morning at the gym I checked in with my personal trainer, Marc Nee. I wanted to make an appointment to take my routine up to the next level. The first thing he said to me was this: "We need to work on those dead lifts don't we?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stuttered, "What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Yes, I saw you and you were arching your back quite a bit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed out loud. Every time I saw him he was always busy. He never seemed to notice me... but he was watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about God. Sometimes we cheat and cut corners. We do things we know we shouldn't do but we think God is too busy to notice or that he won't care. Well if Marc cares about what I am doing and he is working as a personal trainer, then how much more do you think God will care. After all, he is the one who gave his only begotten son so we could get a fresh start on eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you are having a problem with something in life, go to God and ask him to help you straighten it out. He'll be happy to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Be&lt;/span&gt; blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-3631875448043655592?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/3631875448043655592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=3631875448043655592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/3631875448043655592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/3631875448043655592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/10/hes-watching-you.html' title='He&apos;s watching you'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-8279123157940480110</id><published>2010-10-11T09:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T09:40:30.409-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What will you do today?</title><content type='html'>Imagine you had one day to live. What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that we often pt off the things that we deem the most important. We live as if we will live forever. We don't say those things we know should be said because we figure we can do it later. We let things go that we want to do because we figure there will always be a tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that there are some things that take time. Things need to develop. But that doesn't give us an excuse to put it off. If it is important then you should do it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking that's all Don't the scriptures remind us to redeem the day? So what are you going to do today? I'm going to call my parents and thank them and tell them I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-8279123157940480110?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/8279123157940480110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=8279123157940480110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/8279123157940480110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/8279123157940480110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-will-you-do-today.html' title='What will you do today?'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-4379554692560638598</id><published>2010-10-02T12:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T12:23:42.402-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="cid:1.2552435070@web54108.mail.re2.yahoo.com" src="http://us.f1200.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f364629%5fAIdVimIAAOBBTKdbhg4s4UODV70&amp;amp;pid=13&amp;amp;fid=Inbox&amp;amp;inline=1" height="180" width="150" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A mother asked this President...&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;        'Why did my son have to die in  &lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1286036483_21"&gt;Iraq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  ?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="cid:2.2552435070@web54108.mail.re2.yahoo.com" src="http://us.f1200.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f364629%5fAIdVimIAAOBBTKdbhg4s4UODV70&amp;amp;pid=9&amp;amp;fid=Inbox&amp;amp;inline=1" height="180" width="150" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A mother asked this President..&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;         'Why did my son have to die in  &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1286036483_22"&gt;Saudi Arabia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   ?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="cid:3.2552435070@web54108.mail.re2.yahoo.com" src="http://us.f1200.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f364629%5fAIdVimIAAOBBTKdbhg4s4UODV70&amp;amp;pid=5&amp;amp;fid=Inbox&amp;amp;inline=1" height="180" width="150" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A mother asked this President...         &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Why did my son have to die in  &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1286036483_23"&gt;Kuwait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  ?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="cid:4.2552435070@web54108.mail.re2.yahoo.com" src="http://us.f1200.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f364629%5fAIdVimIAAOBBTKdbhg4s4UODV70&amp;amp;pid=10&amp;amp;fid=Inbox&amp;amp;inline=1" height="180" width="150" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Another mother asked this President...        &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Why did my son have to die in  &lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1286036483_24"&gt;Vietnam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  ?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="cid:5.2552435070@web54108.mail.re2.yahoo.com" src="http://us.f1200.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f364629%5fAIdVimIAAOBBTKdbhg4s4UODV70&amp;amp;pid=4&amp;amp;fid=Inbox&amp;amp;inline=1" height="180" width="150" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Another mother asked this President...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;       'Why did my son have to die in  &lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1286036483_25"&gt;Korea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  ?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="cid:6.2552435070@web54108.mail.re2.yahoo.com" src="http://us.f1200.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f364629%5fAIdVimIAAOBBTKdbhg4s4UODV70&amp;amp;pid=8&amp;amp;fid=Inbox&amp;amp;inline=1" height="180" width="150" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Another mother asked this President...     &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Why did my son have to die on  Iwo Jima  ?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="cid:7.2552435070@web54108.mail.re2.yahoo.com" src="http://us.f1200.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f364629%5fAIdVimIAAOBBTKdbhg4s4UODV70&amp;amp;pid=7&amp;amp;fid=Inbox&amp;amp;inline=1" height="180" width="150" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Another mother asked President...&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     'Why did my son have to die on a battlefield in  &lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1286036483_26"&gt;France&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  ?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="cid:8.2552435070@web54108.mail.re2.yahoo.com" src="http://us.f1200.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f364629%5fAIdVimIAAOBBTKdbhg4s4UODV70&amp;amp;pid=11&amp;amp;fid=Inbox&amp;amp;inline=1" height="180" width="150" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yet another mother asked President...       &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Why did my son have to die at  &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1286036483_27"&gt;Gettysburg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  ?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="cid:9.2552435070@web54108.mail.re2.yahoo.com" src="http://us.f1200.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f364629%5fAIdVimIAAOBBTKdbhg4s4UODV70&amp;amp;pid=2&amp;amp;fid=Inbox&amp;amp;inline=1" height="180" width="150" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And yet another mother asked President&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...     'Why did my son have to die on a frozen field near  &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1286036483_28"&gt;Valley Forge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  ?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then long, long ago, a mother asked..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="cid:10.2552435070@web54108.mail.re2.yahoo.com" src="http://us.f1200.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f364629%5fAIdVimIAAOBBTKdbhg4s4UODV70&amp;amp;pid=12&amp;amp;fid=Inbox&amp;amp;inline=1" height="169" width="117" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'Heavenly Father ..&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why did my Son have to die on a cross outside of  &lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1286036483_29"&gt;Jerusalem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  ?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is &lt;u&gt;always&lt;/u&gt; the same...  'So that others may live and dwell in peace, happiness, and freedom.'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-4379554692560638598?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/4379554692560638598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=4379554692560638598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/4379554692560638598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/4379554692560638598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/10/mother-asked-this-president.html' title=''/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-5038964412153120391</id><published>2010-09-23T08:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T07:45:33.737-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord, give me a new heart</title><content type='html'>I have a funeral this morning for a woman who had a heart transplant nine years ago. I've never met anyone who had that procedure done. It is a miracle of modern medicine. The funny thing is that from everything I heard about her, this woman had a heart of gold. She was a loving compassionate person. Her husband, like the husband in Proverbs 31, called her blessed. He said they never argued. They got along so well and their love flowed naturally to and from one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This woman didn't need a heart transplant. At least not the one associated with the center of feelings and emotions. Some of the rest of us can't say the same thing. One of the things that makes me sad about the church today is the fact that so many in the church have become critical, judgmental and hard hearted. When the average person on the street thinks about the church today they tend to think of the fundamentalists who claim God is ready to judge everyone and everything for their sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't debate the fact that we are all sinners. I don't know too many people who are perfect and the ones I do know are probably humble enough to admit they have their faults too. God has every right to judge us for our moral failures and our tendency to ignore him and do what we think is best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet God has decided to give us a second chance. The apostle John says, "For God so loved the world that he gave us his only begotten son, that whosoever believes in him, shall not perish but have everlasting life." To me, that means that anyone who believes in Jesus, who puts their faith in him and love him, will receive the gift of forgiveness and new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like getting a second chance. It is like getting a new heart. That was King David's prayer when he confessed his sin to God. He said "Create in me a clean heart, O God." Give me a heart transplant so that my love for you will take priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my prayer every day and I hope it will be yours too. Once you decide to walk with Christ your whole world changes. Your life becomes a continuous blessing. It is like have a new lease on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed. Cal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-5038964412153120391?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/5038964412153120391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=5038964412153120391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/5038964412153120391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/5038964412153120391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/09/lord-give-me-new-heart.html' title='Lord, give me a new heart'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-8418543648380561899</id><published>2010-09-23T08:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T08:29:41.604-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing your focus</title><content type='html'>Since my accident last week I have become a little gun shy behind the wheel. I've noticed how many times I day dream a little bit or get distracted behind the wheel. I used to joke about the fact that we drive on "auto pilot" a lot of the time but now I am becoming more and more aware of it. I'd say a good 30% of the time we are behind the wheel we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;concentrating on driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think I'm crazy. Think about this next time you are behind the wheel. What happens when one of your favorite songs come on the radio? Don't you immediately either think of images from the music video, remember back to a time or place when you heard the song before, or conjure up images of somebody or something that you associate with the song? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; what I am talking about. You don't consciously take your attention away from what you are doing. It just happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens when you engage in a conversation with someone in the car or on the telephone even when using a hands free device? Most of the time your brain is working over time to think of what you are going to say next or to listen to what they are saying. How many times have you missed your exit or missed your turn because you were engaged in a conversation? Worse yet, have you ever had the other person say to you, "Aren't you supposed to turn here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our brains are amazing. It is almost too much to comprehend when you begin thinking about the number of thought processes that can happen simultaneously.  No wonder I had an accident. I am a deep thinker with a computer like brain! Don't I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that so much of our behavior is automatic. We develop patterns in our lives and we often just follow the same routines day in and day out. Some are good and some are bad. The habit of going to worship every week is good. Smoking is bad. Going to bed at a reasonable hour is good. Eating at fast food restaurants is bad. Yet we follow these patterns unless something happens that forces us to stop and think about what we are doing. The accident did that for me. A health crisis does it for others. A break down of a relationship also works in this way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The apostle Paul tells us in the book of Romans that all things work together for good for those who love the Lord. I think this is what he was talking about. Even bad things can be turned around and become blessings. When an unfortunate event occurs in life it forces us to stop and reconsider every aspect of our lives. It gives us a chance to turn off the auto pilot and begin charting a new course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is happy about losing their job yet it may lead to a new opportunity in our life that is more fulfilling and can rejuvenate our spirit. no one ever wants a relationship to end but sometimes it can force us to look at our priorities and help us reorient ourselves to the most important people and thins in our lives. A health crisis may help us get rid of bad habits and push us to adopt a more healthy life style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our brains are incredible but sometimes we need to reprogram them and start over so that we can insure that we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;receiving&lt;/span&gt; the blessings God intends for us.  So next time there is a bump in the road on your journey, take the time to talk with God and see if there is something you need to change in order to get what god wants for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-8418543648380561899?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/8418543648380561899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=8418543648380561899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/8418543648380561899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/8418543648380561899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/09/changing-your-focus.html' title='Changing your focus'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-6868113979734893029</id><published>2010-09-16T22:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T22:51:01.512-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth the wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/TJLXbvaOPaI/AAAAAAAACjU/GQMTBCZcqhg/s1600/drivers+license.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/TJLXbvaOPaI/AAAAAAAACjU/GQMTBCZcqhg/s400/drivers+license.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517709365065170338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My daughter, Rachel, got her driver's license today. Well she didn't actually get it. She went to the Department of Motor Vehicle. She took the test and passed. She came out of the test with her papers but she couldn't get her actual driver's license because the main computer was down. The tester told her that she could come back tomorrow and complete the process and get the license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting isn't easy, especially if you really want something badly. Rachel was hoping to be able to drive out of the DMV with the ability to go it on her own. She wanted to drive herself to dance class but she was going to have to wait one more day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It struck me that the same thing is true for us when it comes to our salvation. Once we accept Christ we receive the gift of eternal life. Yet, we have to wait for it to become a reality. We have to live with the promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like my daughter has been assured that she will receive her license at the appointed time, all of us who believe in Christ will realize our salvation in due time. That's God's promise and you can depend on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-6868113979734893029?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/6868113979734893029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=6868113979734893029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/6868113979734893029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/6868113979734893029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/09/worth-wait.html' title='Worth the wait'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/TJLXbvaOPaI/AAAAAAAACjU/GQMTBCZcqhg/s72-c/drivers+license.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-8276818124747157149</id><published>2010-09-16T18:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T18:28:39.739-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth that transcends time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="word-spacing: 0px; widows: 2; orphans: 2;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black;"&gt;Where do popular sayings come from? You've heard expressions such as "it's raining cats and dogs" and they were "Dirt poor." These common phrases arises out of our every day experiences. The problem is that life has changed so we don't always recognize them for what they are. Here is a little history lesson that will explain where some of the common phrases you and I know come from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The next time you are washing your                  hands and complain&lt;br /&gt;because the water temperature isn't just                  how you like it,&lt;br /&gt;think about how things used to be. Here are                  some facts about&lt;br /&gt;the 1500s:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people got married in                  June because they took their&lt;br /&gt;yearly bath in May, and they                  still smelled pretty good by&lt;br /&gt;June. However, since they were                  starting to smell . ..... .&lt;br /&gt;Brides carried a bouquet of                  flowers to hide the&lt;span class="yiv2116299001apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1284675209_0"&gt;body                  odor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when                  getting&lt;br /&gt;Married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baths consisted of a big tub filled                  with hot water. The man&lt;br /&gt;of the house had the privilege of the                  nice clean water, then&lt;br /&gt;all the other sons and men, then the                  women and finally the&lt;br /&gt;children. Last of all the babies. By                  then the water was so&lt;br /&gt;dirty you could actually lose someone                  in it.. Hence the&lt;br /&gt;saying, "Don't throw the baby out with the                  Bath water!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled                  high, with no&lt;br /&gt;wood underneath. It was the only place for                  animals to get&lt;br /&gt;warm, so all the cats and other small animals                  (mice, bugs)&lt;br /&gt;lived in the roof. When it rained it became                  slippery and&lt;br /&gt;sometimes the animals would slip and fall off                  the roof...&lt;br /&gt;Hence the saying "It's raining cats and                  dogs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing to stop things from falling into                  the&lt;br /&gt;house. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where                  bugs&lt;br /&gt;and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed.                  Hence,&lt;br /&gt;a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the                  top&lt;br /&gt;afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds came                  into&lt;br /&gt;existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy                  had something other&lt;br /&gt;than dirt. Hence the saying, "Dirt poor."                  The wealthy had&lt;br /&gt;slate floors that would get slippery in the                  winter when wet,&lt;br /&gt;so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to                  help keep their&lt;br /&gt;footing. As the winter wore on, they added                  more thresh until,&lt;br /&gt;when you opened the door, it would all                  start slipping&lt;br /&gt;outside. A piece of wood was placed in the                  entrance-way.&lt;br /&gt;Hence: a thresh hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Getting quite an                  education, aren't you?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In those old days, they cooked in                  the kitchen with a big&lt;br /&gt;kettle that always hung over the                  fire.. Every day they lit&lt;br /&gt;the fire and added things to the                  pot. They ate mostly&lt;br /&gt;vegetables and did not get much meat.                  They would eat the&lt;br /&gt;stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the                  pot to get cold&lt;br /&gt;overnight and then start over the next day.                  Sometimes stew&lt;br /&gt;had food in it that had been there for quite a                  while. Hence&lt;br /&gt;the rhyme: Peas porridge hot, peas porridge                  cold, peas&lt;br /&gt;porridge in the pot nine days old. Sometimes they                  could&lt;br /&gt;obtain pork, which made them feel quite special.                  When&lt;br /&gt;visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to                  show&lt;br /&gt;off. It was a sign of wealth that a man could, "bring                  home&lt;br /&gt;the bacon." They would cut off a little to share with                  guests&lt;br /&gt;and would all sit around and chew the                  fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food                  with high&lt;br /&gt;acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto                  the food,&lt;br /&gt;causing&lt;span class="yiv2116299001apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1284675209_1"&gt;lead                  poisoning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yiv2116299001apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;death.                  This happened most often with&lt;br /&gt;tomatoes, so for the next 400                  years or so, tomatoes were&lt;br /&gt;considered poisonous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bread                  was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt&lt;br /&gt;bottom                  of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests&lt;br /&gt;got the                  top, or the upper crust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lead cups were used to drink ale                  or whiskey. The combination&lt;br /&gt;would sometimes knock the                  imbibers out for a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;Someone walking along the                  road would take them for dead and&lt;br /&gt;prepare them for burial.                  They were laid out on the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;table for a couple of days                  and the family would gather&lt;br /&gt;around and eat and drink and wait                  and see if they would wake&lt;br /&gt;up. Hence the custom of holding a                  wake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1284675209_2"&gt;England&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yiv2116299001apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is old and                  small and the local folks started running&lt;br /&gt;out of places to                  bury people. So they would dig up coffins&lt;br /&gt;and would take the                  bones to a bone-house, and reuse the&lt;br /&gt;grave. When reopening                  these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins&lt;br /&gt;were found to have scratch                  marks on the inside and they&lt;br /&gt;realized they had been burying                  people alive. So they would&lt;br /&gt;tie a string on the wrist of the                  corpse, lead it through the&lt;br /&gt;coffin and up through the ground                  and tie it to a bell.&lt;br /&gt;Someone would have to sit out in the                  graveyard all night&lt;br /&gt;(the graveyard shift.) to listen for the                  bell; thus, someone&lt;br /&gt;could be, saved by the bell or was                  considered a dead ringer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible may seem antiquated and hard to understand. That's because it was written in another time. Long before automobiles and computers, the talk of horses and mention of a day's walk may not connect to a younger generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why it is always good to  share a little context when teaching the Bible to people. Help them understand what was going on at the time of the passage you are reading about. Put it in context and then use examples of what is happening today to help your friends relate to the what God is trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see the Bible is filled with eternal truths that is captured and clothed in language and terminology of a given time. Our job is to share the truth and help others understand what it means for them in the year 2010 so they can know God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go ahead and chew the fat. They may think you are upper crusted and a dead ringer for the Lord when you are done. That's okay because you got your point across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-8276818124747157149?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/8276818124747157149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=8276818124747157149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/8276818124747157149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/8276818124747157149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/09/truth-that-transcends-time.html' title='The truth that transcends time.'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-2729480665485250462</id><published>2010-09-14T14:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T14:25:43.395-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Setting your GPS for God</title><content type='html'>On Sunday I talked about the fact that you have to adjust the settings on your GPS if you want to get where you are going in a timely fashion. I noted that all of us have GPS (God positioning systems) built into our being. We want to follow God but we often get side tracked and wander far from our destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the best way to stay close to God is to make sure that you have the following settings straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First you need to give God the first part of your day. Spend it in prayer and devotions. Take the time to talk to God, and to listen for his response. Too often we neglect this and think it will come naturally during the course of the day. It doesn't. WE need to program it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second we need to give God the first part of the week. We need to devote ourselves to giving God a time of worship every week. We need to make it a part of our life, not only for our benefit, but as a practical witness to the world around us. When we set aside Sunday morning to worship God we are telling our friends and neighbors that God is important enough to do it for. We are also telling God too. Doesn't he deserve it? The truth is that the fellowship is an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;encouragement&lt;/span&gt; and the worship helps us draw near to God. We need this to stand tall the rest of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third we need to make God the beneficiary of our money. Jesus talked about money and possessions a lot. He knew that we would spend our money and resources on the things we thought were most important. God asks us to invest the first fruits back into his ministry. He calls on us to give him the very best. As a matter of fact he even calls on us to test him. He says try me. Give me your best and watch me give it right back to you. t is the only time in the Bible &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wher&lt;/span&gt;e God says "Test me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we need to set God first in all of our relationships. We need to let him use us to do his ministry within the church and out in the world. I shared a couple of stories about what happens when you listen to that still small voice and do what it says. You bless others and that blessing comes back to you again too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is your GPS set on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;God or&lt;/span&gt; are you still wandering around trying to find your joy? Follow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;these&lt;/span&gt; tips and you will soon be home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-2729480665485250462?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/2729480665485250462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=2729480665485250462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/2729480665485250462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/2729480665485250462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/09/setting-your-gps-for-god.html' title='Setting your GPS for God'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-155288611053346926</id><published>2010-09-14T10:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T10:54:22.087-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven help us!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was shocked, confused, bewildered &lt;br /&gt;                As I entered Heaven's door, &lt;br /&gt;                Not by the beauty of it all, &lt;br /&gt;                Nor the lights or its decor. &lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;                But it was the folks in Heaven &lt;br /&gt;                Who made me sputter and gasp-- &lt;br /&gt;                The thieves, the liars, the sinners, &lt;br /&gt;                The alcoholics and the trash. &lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;                There stood the kid from seventh grade &lt;br /&gt;                Who swiped my lunch money twice. &lt;br /&gt;                Next to him was my old neighbor &lt;br /&gt;                Who never said anything nice. &lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;                Herb, who I always thought &lt;br /&gt;                Was rotting away in hell, &lt;br /&gt;                Was sitting pretty on cloud nine, &lt;br /&gt;                Looking incredibly well. &lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;                I nudged Jesus, 'What's the deal? &lt;br /&gt;                I would love to hear Your take. &lt;br /&gt;                How'd all these sinners get up here? &lt;br /&gt;                God must've made a mistake. &lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;                'And why is everyone so quiet, &lt;br /&gt;                So somber - give me a clue.' &lt;br /&gt;                'Hush, child,' He said, 'they're all in shock. &lt;br /&gt;                No one thought they'd be seeing you.' &lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;                JUDGE NOT!! &lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;                Remember...Just going to church doesn't make you a  Christian any more than standing in your garage makes you a                 car. &lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;                Every saint has a PAST... &lt;br /&gt;                Every sinner has a FUTURE! &lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Praise God for this reminder that all have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God. We need to encourage each other and spend time in His word and in fellowship and worship. Leave the judging to God and let's let his love and grace clean us up and prepare us for his service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-155288611053346926?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/155288611053346926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=155288611053346926&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/155288611053346926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/155288611053346926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/09/heaven-help-us.html' title='Heaven help us!'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-1944968921345843853</id><published>2010-09-13T23:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T23:01:47.031-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God so loved the world</title><content type='html'>Very moving music video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.tangle.com/flash/swf/flvplayer.swf" flashvars="viewkey=9657123a7ae644fb6bb7" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="330" height="270" name="tangle" align="middle" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-1944968921345843853?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/1944968921345843853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=1944968921345843853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/1944968921345843853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/1944968921345843853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/09/god-so-loved-world.html' title='God so loved the world'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-2067778648389947135</id><published>2010-09-06T21:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T21:54:16.079-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The devil made me do it.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes we forget that the fighting that takes place in churches isn't only because we are human. It is because we have an enemy that goads us on and confuses us. He takes scripture and uses it against us and makes us choose up sides. He makes us think that our brothers and sisters in Christ are against us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video helps point out this truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.tangle.com/flash/swf/flvplayer.swf" flashvars="viewkey=089200f892e2c0d7cf2c" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="330" height="270" name="tangle" align="middle" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-2067778648389947135?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/2067778648389947135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=2067778648389947135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/2067778648389947135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/2067778648389947135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/09/devil-made-me-do-it.html' title='The devil made me do it.'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-247526234294451401</id><published>2010-09-03T21:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T21:22:56.264-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for the signs</title><content type='html'>Everyone was talking about Hurricane Earl today. It was on the news and alerts were flashing every fifteen minutes. The schools sent the kids home early. You would think it was the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone tunes into the weather. It is easy to talk about. Everyone is a closet weatherman spouting off their theories. I knew a man who enjoyed this time of the year because he studied hurricanes. He tracked them and predicted where they would go just for the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it must have been true during Jesus' day too. On a couple of occasions he calls the people out for being so good at predicting the weather but clueless when recognizing the hand of God in their midst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that holds true for us today too. Time after time God has revealed himself to us and we keep looking right past the obvious and calling it coincidence, good luck or our own ingenuity. We ignore the fact that God provides for us and intercedes for us. We ignore the gracious moments that bring us joy. We are worse than a blind man or woman in that we have no excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad part of this reality is the fact that we miss out on embracing and celebrating God when is he near. When you invite Him into your life, everything becomes sweeter and hope blossoms to make every day a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have been walking around like a zombie lately, stop and look around you. Look for the grace moments and note them. When you start looking for God, you will see him everywhere and life becomes one continuous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;zippity&lt;/span&gt;-do-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dah&lt;/span&gt;-day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-247526234294451401?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/247526234294451401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=247526234294451401&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/247526234294451401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/247526234294451401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/09/looking-for-signs.html' title='Looking for the signs'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-4457769408894369236</id><published>2010-09-03T20:12:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T20:33:10.875-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow down - Enjoy the dance</title><content type='html'>SLOW DANCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round?&lt;br /&gt;Or listened to the rain slapping on the ground?&lt;br /&gt;Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?&lt;br /&gt;Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better slow down.&lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;The music won't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you run through each  day on the fly?&lt;br /&gt;When you ask How are you? Do you hear the reply?&lt;br /&gt;When the day is done do you lie in your bed&lt;br /&gt;With the next hundred chores running through your head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd better slow down&lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;The music won't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever told your child, "We'll do it tomorrow?"&lt;br /&gt;And in your haste, not see his sorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Ever lost touch, let a good friendship die&lt;br /&gt;Cause you never had time to call and say,'Hi'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd better slow  down.&lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;The music won't last..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you run so fast to get somewhere&lt;br /&gt;You miss half the fun of getting there.&lt;br /&gt;When you worry and hurry through your day,&lt;br /&gt;It is like an unopened gift.... thrown away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not a race.&lt;br /&gt;Do take it slower&lt;br /&gt;Hear the music&lt;br /&gt;Before the song is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I received this in an email that reports it was written by a young lady with cancer. It was submitted by her doctor for others to read and pass on.  I'm not sure if it is true or not. I like it though because it points out the simple truth that we need to slow down and enjoy the gift of life that God has given us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-4457769408894369236?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/4457769408894369236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=4457769408894369236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/4457769408894369236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/4457769408894369236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/09/slow-down-enjoy-dance.html' title='Slow down - Enjoy the dance'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-5136994126050365087</id><published>2010-09-01T23:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T23:41:40.347-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What if Jesus came to live with you?</title><content type='html'>What if Jesus came to live with you? would your life change at all? Here is a funny look at how one family's life changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.tangle.com/flash/swf/flvplayer.swf" flashvars="viewkey=61d506c61eff91d4d390" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="330" height="270" name="tangle" align="middle" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-5136994126050365087?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/5136994126050365087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=5136994126050365087&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/5136994126050365087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/5136994126050365087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-if-jesus-came-to-live-with-you.html' title='What if Jesus came to live with you?'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-623416044384783727</id><published>2010-09-01T23:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T23:26:33.697-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God is there for you and me</title><content type='html'>God is a rock, a source of strength in our time of trouble. He lifts us up and carries when we are about to fall. I found this video tonight and it spoke to my heart. The video quality isn't great but the message is wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.tangle.com/flash/swf/flvplayer.swf" flashvars="viewkey=ccbb9b3276446845e1aa" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="330" height="270" name="tangle" align="middle" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-623416044384783727?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/623416044384783727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=623416044384783727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/623416044384783727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/623416044384783727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/09/god-is-there-for-you-and-me.html' title='God is there for you and me'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-215074704285304767</id><published>2010-09-01T22:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T23:17:29.851-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Closed for repairs</title><content type='html'>I drove by it and couldn't believe that the lot was empty. I had just gotten gas there a few weeks earlier. Now there was a fence around the property and bulldozers sitting over a dirt lot where a gas station and pumps had been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest part of the whole scene was the sign that stood over the property. It said, "Closed for temporarily for repairs."  That's one major repair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got me thinking though. Some of us need to do the same thing. We need to shut down for a while so we can tear everything down and start over. We've gotten into some bad habits. We've fallen prey to some bad decisions. We need to do something radical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus invites us to follow him. He wants us to learn from him and to rise to a new level of love and faithfulness. For most of us it won't be as radical as that gas station. But we might have to stop doing some of the usual things while we get our life in order. When we do, we will be blessed and those blessings will be passed on to all we know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-215074704285304767?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/215074704285304767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=215074704285304767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/215074704285304767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/215074704285304767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/09/closed-for-repairs.html' title='Closed for repairs'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-5853397117034757322</id><published>2010-08-31T23:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T23:28:38.909-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A changed life</title><content type='html'>One of the most exciting moments in the life of a Baptist church is when someone comes forward to be baptized. This past weekend we had three baptisms at our church. All three of the candidates had a story to tell about how God was working in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that God cares about all of us and He is always looking for ways to catch our attention. We may be so busy that we don't even realize that God is there and ready to bless our lives. Then one day a series of events begin to happen that leads us to an awareness of his presence. When that happens our lives are never the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is the story in the Bible about a man named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zachaeus&lt;/span&gt;. He was not a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;likable&lt;/span&gt; guy. He cheated everyone and became very rich. He did it legally and there was nothing anyone could do about it. People were actually afraid of him. He had the authority to put them in jail if they didn't pay. Yet there must have been something lacking in his life because one day he heard Jesus was coming to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Zachaeus&lt;/span&gt; was curious. He had heard stories about Jesus and his followers. So he went out to see if he could at least catch a glimpse of him. That day Jesus, almost as if he was planning to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Zachaeus&lt;/span&gt; all along, went right up to him and told him that he was going to his house that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he heard Jesus speak, his heart was turned and he became a new man. In Scrooge like fashion ,he became a generous man and promised to give back more than he had stolen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that once you meet Jesus, grace, love and a sense of peace comes into your life. You are changed. We saw that in the three people who were baptized at our church this week. Now we are all praising God. I pray that if you don't know Jesus that you will meet him and let him change your life too. It will be the biggest day of your life. Don't believe me? Just ask Jamie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oOBFZvUZfRk?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/oOBFZvUZfRk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace. Cal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-5853397117034757322?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/5853397117034757322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=5853397117034757322&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/5853397117034757322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/5853397117034757322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/08/changed-life.html' title='A changed life'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-5819186508175104657</id><published>2010-08-29T20:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T20:39:29.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission comes to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Over the last few years I have learned so much by going on short term mission trips. By being with people in their cultural setting you come away with a greater appreciation for what they have to live with. If you can't go to Mexico or Haiti then the next best thing is to hear from someone who has gone. So for my friends in Norwich I want to pass on this upcoming event. I think you will like it. Brittany is engaging and she has a great program to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One World: Haiti" An Afternoon with Miss Connecticut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;Please join us at Chacers in historic downtown Norwich on Saturday, Sept 4th when Brittany will show her new mini-documentary with footage from her visit to Haiti and talk about the challenges facing the children there tod&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;ay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline-block;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last spring, Brittany Decker visited the Christian Haitian Outreach Orphanage in Haiti and was shocked to learn about the great need that continues to exist in Haiti for even the most basic needs, food, shelter and clean water.  Even clothing can be an afterthought.  And the opportunity for an education is essentially non-existant.  Brittany recently completed her mini-documentary, "One World: Haiti" which includes footage from her trip, and provides us with little-known facts about the children of the orphanage and the conditions in Haiti, which continue to be dire.  She recently debuted the film at a fundraiser in Bristol, and she hopes to continue to share it with small groups around the state as she prepares for her upcoming return trip.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Brittany is planning to return to Haiti next month to bring badly needed supplies to the orphanage, and purchase an irrigation system for the garden she helped build while there last time.  If she is able to raise enough money, she may even buy a goat so they can have a good meal, and fix their truck, the only source of transportation they have to retrieve supplies.  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; There is a $10 suggested donation at the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; Raffles. 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Funerals are wake up calls to many of us. They remind us that we are not here forever. I'll say some prayers, read some scriptures, offer up the hope of salvation and then share some nice words about the woman whom we are remembering. That's what happens at funerals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember seeing a poem called "The Dash" several years ago. The point of the poem was that all of us are born and then we die. We are remembered as two dates separated by a dash. The dash represents the most important part of our lives. I think Jesus would agree. That's why he sent his disciples out and told them to go out and make a difference in the world. He wanted them to be world changers. He wanted them to make an impact, to touch lives and change the world one person at a time. That's our job today. We are to plant seeds that will bear fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are you doing? Are you wasting your days or are you living for the Lord? I pray the dash in your life will be a powerful testimony to the glory of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace. Cal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-3419769278570612960?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/3419769278570612960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=3419769278570612960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/3419769278570612960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/3419769278570612960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/08/dash.html' title='The dash'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-2915978641662335822</id><published>2010-08-26T20:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T20:01:36.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God lights up the sky.</title><content type='html'>Found this today and it was a great reminder that God is always with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5UpWVQbbKVo?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/5UpWVQbbKVo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" 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/1062158041160450923-2915978641662335822?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/2915978641662335822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=2915978641662335822&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/2915978641662335822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/2915978641662335822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/08/god-lights-up-sky.html' title='God lights up the sky.'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-6424295217543850452</id><published>2010-08-26T07:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T07:53:33.477-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaching toda's generation</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;" class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I found this post on a blog by &lt;span&gt;Keith H. Mcilwain. He gives us some food for thought after reading and article in USA Today newspaper. Where are the kids? The truth is that we have a second generation of that is not coming to church because their parents never came ot church. So what are we going to do about it? How do we appeal to those who have never been in church and think about the church the way these people quoted below do? That's our challenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-family: times new roman;" class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mcilweb.blogspot.com/2010/08/5-reasons-teens-are-avoiding-church.html"&gt;5 Reasons Teens Are Avoiding Church&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/h3&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;" class="post-header"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_pF1Cr0nTU/TGMDU0rHqbI/AAAAAAAACOs/5bgajcDIdhM/s1600/teens1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_pF1Cr0nTU/TGMDU0rHqbI/AAAAAAAACOs/5bgajcDIdhM/s200/teens1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504246825848646066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; daily newspaper &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;USA Today&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; recently published &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.usatoday.com/news/religion/2010-08-11-teenchurch10_ST_N.htm"&gt;an article&lt;/a&gt; detailing why teens generally don't "go to church". While the article makes some good points, Shane Raynor disagrees with the article's take and offers &lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://networkedblogs.com/6LRLi"&gt;five additional reasons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; why many teens have failed to make "church" a priority. In my opinion, Shane hits the nail on the head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Shane's suggestions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Teens don’t show up because they don’t think God is showing up.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Our desperation to be "hip", "current", and "relevant" has often resulted in a shallowness that must be offensive to Jesus...shallow preaching, shallow music, shallow language, etc. The truth is that depth matters; relationships matter. Ministry is more than simply pizza and volleyball...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Sooner or later, everyone wants substance, and if it isn’t there, they’re going to bail. There’s always going to be a church (or someplace else) with better pizza, a more talented band, a better gym and bigger crowds with hotter people. It’s okay to use draws, but you’d better have a good foundation for your ministry and back up the draw with something real."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Teens don’t make church a priority because their parents don’t make it a priority.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;As in every aspect of life, we lead by example. It is crucial for parents to be involved in worship and ministry if they desire to see their children involved in worship and ministry....weekly...daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Additionally, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_pF1Cr0nTU/TGMJZ6AouOI/AAAAAAAACO0/9j-EExt9KfY/s1600/teen_family.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_pF1Cr0nTU/TGMJZ6AouOI/AAAAAAAACO0/9j-EExt9KfY/s200/teen_family.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504253510250182882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;parents must begin to say, "Sorry; worship of Almighty God is more important than soccer or basketball or sleeping in. You can't participate in that league if they require Sunday morning participation." Shane adds, "I’ve realized that there’s absolutely nothing wrong with making teenagers go to church."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;That's Christian parenting. It's a shame if the kids have to miss out on sports or other activities, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;what if&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;what if&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; their souls are at stake? Is that a possibility? Parents ignore this piece of parenthood at their own peril, and at the possible expense of their children's spiritual walk. Priorities matter, and your children are watching...and learning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Teens are very connected to each other now and don’t need church to hook up anymore.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;More could be said about this. We have largely forgotten in the church what real, authentic "community" is all about and why relationships founded on Jesus are far deeper than others. Shane makes the point that, "...there’s probably somewhere or something else that does community better than church." Penitence is needed on the part of the church. We need to be in prayer about this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Unchurched teens see no significant difference between church kids and everyone else.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;This was certainly true when I was a teen. The cruelest kids in my high school &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_pF1Cr0nTU/TGMOYqdEulI/AAAAAAAACO8/A4Xo8GYcc34/s1600/teen_anger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_pF1Cr0nTU/TGMOYqdEulI/AAAAAAAACO8/A4Xo8GYcc34/s200/teen_anger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504258986452761170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;were often myself and other members of my church youth group. That isn't to say we didn't take Jesus seriously, but living that out is extraordinarily difficult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;As a parent and as a pastor, I see that teen members of the church I am serving are often just as drama-driven and hormone-driven as those who are "outside the church". It's heartbreaking but it's true. I certainly need to be more intentional about mentoring these fine young people, whom I truly love. We all need to do better and be more more faithful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Many teens get impatient with churches that major on the minors and try too hard to seem relevant.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Welcome to life in The United Methodist Church, where we have made this into an art form. We often teach our young people - either directly or indirectly - that aspects of the faith such as Jesus, his Lordship, Biblical study and reflection, and/or doctrine are secondary to ridding the world of malaria or to having an open heart, an open mind, and an open door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Please don't misunderstand me. Fighting malaria is a noble cause, and if a pastor or congregation is passionate about it, then I am all for it. Likewise, it is appropriate to be available to discuss "out of the mainstream" ideas and approaches to life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;But these ministries should not be emphasized at the expense of other pieces of our journey in faith. Teens are not stupid. They can see when we are "majoring on the minors" and, if necessary, they'll find a community where &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;all&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; the means of grace are taken seriously, rather than just a few which have been carefully selected to be as least offensive as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I commend to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://networkedblogs.com/6LRLi"&gt;Shane's original post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;, and urge prayerful reflection on this important subject. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-6424295217543850452?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/6424295217543850452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=6424295217543850452&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/6424295217543850452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/6424295217543850452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/08/reaching-todas-generation.html' title='Reaching toda&apos;s generation'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_pF1Cr0nTU/TGMDU0rHqbI/AAAAAAAACOs/5bgajcDIdhM/s72-c/teens1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-1975084735970698487</id><published>2010-08-26T07:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T07:44:02.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just offer yourself and watch what God does</title><content type='html'>From last to first... I was just going to sit in the back. I was there to witness and support the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Stroud&lt;/span&gt; family as Shane retired. He had spent over twenty years in the Navy and this was his big day. His wife and daughter were present. They had friends there. There were several officers and co-workers present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I took my seat Nikki came to me and told me to sit up front with them. Shane joined her and said I belonged in the family section. No sooner had I moved to the front row but the MC asked me to sit up front on the platform with the guests of honor. I tried to beg off but how can you turn down a Commander?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't even planning to take part in the service. I didn't want to be in the way. I was just there doing my thing, offering myself to the family and I was pressed into service and given a place of honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; truth is that my story comes straight from the Bible. Jesus said that the last shall be first. Those who are disappointed in this life will be blessed in the next. The people who are given the place of honor who don't respect it, will lose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The important lesson I've learned time after time is that we need to simply offer ourselves to God. When we do, He will use us and our position will glorify him and bless us. I had a great time yesterday and was happy to be a part of Shane and Nikki's special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-1975084735970698487?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/1975084735970698487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=1975084735970698487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/1975084735970698487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/1975084735970698487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-offer-yourself-and-watch-what-god.html' title='Just offer yourself and watch what God does'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-7182128966841065892</id><published>2010-08-24T17:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T17:52:41.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God loves you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;I found this beautiful letter by Krystle Koay on the web and thought I would pass it on. She suggests that after reading it you spend a few minutes just talking to God and thanking him for his love while you share your hopes and fears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;A lot of her letter comes right out of the Psalms, in the Bible, God's entire love letter to you and me. Thank you Krystle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved,&lt;br /&gt;You are fearfully and wonderfully made.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve chose you when I planned creation. Have you not remember that you were a miracle child? I’ve brought you to this world according to my plan. I determined the exact time of your birth and where you would live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were not a mistake, the country you were put in was not a mistake, and the life you are living is not a mistake – for all your days are written in my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am familiar with all your ways even the very hairs on your head are numbered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is my desire to lavish my love on you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you. Simply because you are my child and I am your Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am your provider and I meet all your needs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plans for you have always been filled with hope because I love you. My thoughts toward you are countless as the sand on the seashore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not worry about tomorrow, I will have that taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delight in me and I will grant you the desire of your heart. I am able to do more for you than you could possibly imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am your greatest encourager, your Father who comforts you in all your troubles.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see your tears, I see your frustrations.&lt;br /&gt;When you go through the deepest and hardest moments, I am there. When you failed the exams, I was there. When your friends leave you, I was there. When you felt alone, I was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are brokenhearted, I am close to you. I have carried you close to my heart. I will wipe away every tear from your eyes. I am your Father, and I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All that I ask for is that you spend time with me and hear me. Despite your running in and out, your busy schedule, remember I am waiting for you to respond: Daddy, I love you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love,  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daddy in heaven&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-7182128966841065892?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/7182128966841065892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=7182128966841065892&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/7182128966841065892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/7182128966841065892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/08/god-loves-you.html' title='God loves you.'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-2831044101348835998</id><published>2010-08-24T17:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T17:42:42.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God can help with our problems</title><content type='html'>I was just coming in from my workout this morning when I looked out in the backyard and saw him.  He was slowly making his way around our tool shed and over to the stone wall. He stopped for a minute and then he wiggled in behind the shed and out of sight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never again go out to the shed to get the lawn mower or some lawn chairs without thinking of that skunk. I am not sure if he has a nest there or if he was just passing through but now I know that he has a nice hiding place that puts him smack dab in the middle of my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with it though is not that I won't be careful for the next few weeks. I will. The problem is that my caution will not last all that long. In a few weeks I will begin to go about my business as if the skunk was never there. I may think about him but I will ignore him. I will begin to act is if he can't hurt me and that he can't possibly be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once said "ignorance is bliss." That's a lie. It may feel like you are in control but that's when the unexpected happens to derail you. That's when you say I should have known better but it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin in our life is like that skunk. It walks in and hides just out of sight. It doesn't appear to be a problem but when you least expect it, it jumps out and sprays you and makes a mess of your life. The truth is that we need to tackle it head on. We need to root it out and get rid of it so it can't come back to hurt us. We need to honestly recognize we have a problem and face it. We can't ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether we are talking about substance abuse, sexual immorality, financial irresponsibility or something else, we need to address it before it attacks us. If we can't do it alone, then we need to get help.  At church I keep the name of a animal trapper handy. I called on Nuisance Wildlife Evictions once when we had a squirrel running loose in the church and they captured him in less than a half hour and solved our problems. They knew exactly what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is like that. When we call on him he can help get rid of our problems. He can help us find the solutions we need to get our lives back on track. We don't have to face it alone. god's got our back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-2831044101348835998?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/2831044101348835998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=2831044101348835998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/2831044101348835998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/2831044101348835998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/08/god-can-help-with-our-problems.html' title='God can help with our problems'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-1582169735205474050</id><published>2010-08-23T20:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T20:50:17.327-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After church yesterday I set my camera down and it disappeared. I am not sure if I simply misplaced it or if someone picked it up, with or without thinking. The end result is that this morning I went crazy trying to find it. I turned the church upside down looking for it. I cleaned my office, Sandy's office, my car and still couldn't find it. I prayed, I cried and right now I am just willing it to return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but think of Jesus' parables in Luke 15 as I was searching for it. You remember them. Jesus talks about the shepherd who leaves the ninety nine to search out the one lost sheep. Then he mentions a woman who lost a coin and turns the house upside down trying to find it. Finally he talks about the lost son who returns and blesses the father's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my camera is a small thing in the big scheme of things but I went all out looking for it as if it was the most valuable thing in the world. Because of these stories that Jesus shared, I was reminded just how much God loves us. That's why he did the crazy thing he did, sending Jesus to take our punishment on the cross, so that we could be with him forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an amazing God we have. What amazing love he shows. Thank you God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.tangle.com/flash/swf/flvplayer.swf" flashvars="viewkey=68ac300294f69470c103" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="330" height="270" name="tangle" align="middle" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-1582169735205474050?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/1582169735205474050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=1582169735205474050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/1582169735205474050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/1582169735205474050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-church-yesterday-i-set-my-camera.html' title=''/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-6938626515860691161</id><published>2010-07-18T15:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T17:07:58.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings from nowere</title><content type='html'>I took Lori's car to Firestone because she had a flat tire. I changed the tire and put on the spare. Then I dropped it off to have it fixed. My friend Ray told me that they would fix it for free. Silly me. I actually believed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour later I got the call. The tire was not good enough to fix and two of the other tires were pretty badly worn. They suggested four new tires and a front end alignment for a cost of $589. I couldn't believe a simple flat tire could end up costing me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that you never know what tomorrow will bring. I can't tell you how many times I have tried to be frugal and make the right decisions only to have one problem lead to another with a big bill follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the way life works. It is unpredictable. The best thing you can do is make a plan and try to stick to it. This has been true on our mission trips. The first thing we tell all of our short term missionaries is that they need to be flexible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Burns captured this sentiment in his poem, "To A Mouse" when he wrote, "The best laid schemes of mice and men go often askew, And leave us nothing but grief and pain, For promised joy!" In other words you can plan all you want but there will always be something that comes along to mess things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flexibility is a virtue that we all need to have. The truth is that if we trust in God the little things that go askew will not bother us as much. Why? Because we know that God is in control and he has the big picture in mind. $600 is a lot of money but it could have been worse. We needed to get new tires anyway and this just forced us to speed up the timetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that it may have saved &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;somebody's&lt;/span&gt; life down the road. God may have used the flat tire to push me into getting the tires a little ahead of schedule so that the car would be safe for Lori to take to New York or to run Rachel around town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to think that God knows what is best for us and he takes advantage of the unpredictable nature of life to step in sometimes and prompt us to do what we know we need to do. I know it doesn't work that way every time but it happens enough that I have started looking for it. You know what? It has blessed me. Now I see these events as gifts from God even if they end up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;being&lt;/span&gt; a little pricey now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is God doing in your life? Not sure? Then think about the last time something unpredictable happened to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed.  Cal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-6938626515860691161?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/6938626515860691161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=6938626515860691161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/6938626515860691161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/6938626515860691161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/07/blessings-from-nowere.html' title='Blessings from nowere'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-4563525084706011413</id><published>2010-06-21T21:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T21:48:53.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God cares for you</title><content type='html'>On Sunday my three daughters sang a very special song. It is one that their mother used to sing when she was their age. It was beautifully done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 25 years they have come to know this church as a place where family and friends came to discover the love of God. That's a special thing. That's what the song acknowledges. God is always watching over us. That's been the message of our ministry at First Baptist for the last quarter of a century. Times have certainly changed. The world around us has become less personal and more secular. The truth is that my girls have lived their lives going against the tide of society. Over the last twenty five years a generation has grown up without the benefit of a church relationship and the knowledge of God's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet we still preach Christ and are finding ways to introduce him to the people we know. It is no longer the job of the church to do this. Not the church as in the place where we go on Sundays. The call goes out for every one of us as the body of Christ, as individuals, to be ambassadors for Jesus. Yes, that call has been going out for centuries but today it is more important than ever. Each of us has a sphere of influence that God has given us. We can share love of Christ by following his example and living to his glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that we may be the only contact some people have with God. The way we live our lives, the grace, love, hospitality and truth that is exhibited by our lives will be the message that they hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday the reporter from the Norwich Bulletin asked me what my message was today and how it had changed in 25 years. I told her it was simple and it hadn't changed. God loves you and me. That's the message that the world needs to hear. God still cares and he wants to do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I love this song. (Never mind the fact that this version was sung by three of the most special people in my life.) So take what it says to heart and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;share&lt;/span&gt; the good news with someone you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nLBS58ppUDU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/nLBS58ppUDU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-4563525084706011413?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/4563525084706011413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=4563525084706011413&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/4563525084706011413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/4563525084706011413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/06/god-cares-for-you.html' title='God cares for you'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-4069081341048690182</id><published>2010-06-03T21:21:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T22:26:54.969-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Only by grace</title><content type='html'>bIt was one of the worst calls in baseball history. Last night umpire Jim Joyce robbed Detroit Tiger's pitcher Armando &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Galarraga&lt;/span&gt; of a place in baseball history when he blew a call with two out in the top of the ninth inning. The batter hit a ball to the right of first baseman Miguel Cabrera and he went over and picked it up and threw it to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Galarraga&lt;/span&gt;. With a step and a half to spare he made the play. As the runner crossed the base the umpire signaled that he was safe to the utter amazement of the players, the crowd and even the hitter.  Despite an argument from the manager and several players, the umpire refused to change his call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game umpire Jim Joyce checked the video replay and saw that the runner was clearly out. In a gracious gesture, he went to Armando and apologized and said he blew the call and cost him the perfect game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the hours since the blown call, both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Galarraga&lt;/span&gt; and Joyce have showed themselves to be classy gentlemen. As a matter of fact, so did the whole Tiger organization. Manager Jim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Leyland&lt;/span&gt; and several players openly forgave Joyce and said they felt for him. Today &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Leyland&lt;/span&gt; sent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Galarrag&lt;/span&gt; out with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lin&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;eup&lt;/span&gt; card to meet the umpires and Joyce hugged him. Then the Tiger's owner Mike &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Illitch&lt;/span&gt; presented Armando with a brand new Corvette convertible to congratulate him on his tremendous pitching feat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing could be dissected and used for for numerous sermon illustrations. The truth is that many of us have had similar experiences. We have done everything right but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; mistake has cost us an opportunity. It is so unfair but it is life. We live in a fallen world. We are subject to the sins and errors of others. By the same token, by grace we sometimes experience blessings we don't deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing we can do is give life our best. Armando &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Galarraga&lt;/span&gt; picked up the ball and went right back to the mound. He threw ball and got the next man out. He won the game and that is what really mattered. The apostle Paul says that running the race... doing our best to the finish line is what matters most. I hope when I find myself in a similar position, I will remember stories like this and look to God and ask him for the grace to continue on to my own reward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-4069081341048690182?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/4069081341048690182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=4069081341048690182&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/4069081341048690182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/4069081341048690182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/06/only-by-grace.html' title='Only by grace'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-8563313814733624297</id><published>2010-06-02T23:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T23:18:19.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a step of faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/TAce43Cm5tI/AAAAAAAAChU/S_2M-4von-s/s1600/first+steps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/TAce43Cm5tI/AAAAAAAAChU/S_2M-4von-s/s320/first+steps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478381433915893458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-8563313814733624297?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/8563313814733624297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=8563313814733624297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/8563313814733624297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/8563313814733624297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/06/take-step-of-faith.html' title='Take a step of faith'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/TAce43Cm5tI/AAAAAAAAChU/S_2M-4von-s/s72-c/first+steps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-2022808624925758722</id><published>2010-06-01T13:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T21:15:06.051-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A time to serve</title><content type='html'>Mahatma Gandhi said, "The best way to find yourself is to lose yourself in the service of others." Gandhi studied religion and was well aware of Jesus. I have no doubt that this is a learning that jumps off the pages of scripture. Twice in the Gospel of Matthew Jesus mentions that a person who wants to find his life, has to be willing to lose it for his sake. In recent years Rick Warren has been talking about the purpose driven life and telling us that if we want to find our life, we need to look to God. God is giving and loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am moved by stories that tell how others have come together and sacrificed for the well being of those in need. Modern day heroes include Mother Theresa, Bono, Franklin Graham and a host of people who have made it a point to advocate and live for others. You can have a ton of money and be unhappy. You can have beautiful people in your life and still not find satisfaction. You can have glamor and fame and come away empty. Just look at Tiger Woods, Jesse James, Lindsey Lohan and Brittany Spears and you will see brokenness and a search fo something more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I love the idea of serving others. I belong to the Norwich Rotary Club and our motto is "Service above self." The idea is that if we serve others, the whole community will benefit. God was pretty smart when he put this idea in our hearts. Later on the Apostle Paul picked up on it when he called the Christian community the body of Christ. He noted that we all have a role to play in making something great happen. It is so true. When we each come together to share our gifts, great things can be accomplished and God will be glorified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are you waiting for? Get out there and start serving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-2022808624925758722?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/2022808624925758722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=2022808624925758722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/2022808624925758722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/2022808624925758722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/06/time-to-serve.html' title='A time to serve'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-8708633948299472009</id><published>2010-05-31T23:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T23:42:33.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.tangle.com/flash/swf/flvplayer.swf" flashvars="viewkey=d8be221d0f6c9fde6a6e" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="330" height="270" name="tangle" align="middle" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-8708633948299472009?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/8708633948299472009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=8708633948299472009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/8708633948299472009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/8708633948299472009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-7021122539591626908</id><published>2010-05-31T22:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T21:15:39.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you handle the pain?</title><content type='html'>Hurt. Anguish. Betrayal. Disappointment. Can you imagine having people who you shared your life with and had so many special moments with suddenly turn their backs on you? The sorrow would be enough to break your heart and make you want to give up. Many of us have been there at some point in our lives. Whether it was a girlfriend who stole your boyfriend in high school or a colleague who got your promotion at work, most of us have experienced something akin to that if we have lived for any length of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last six months I have walked that dark valley. I was blindsided by some people I cared about very much. One day they just turned on me and began giving me the angry, silent treatment. They began talking to other people and before long I lost a few more friends who I considered very close.  When I tried to reach out to them to find out what precipitated their actions, I was rebuffed. They wouldn't talk to me. They stopped coming to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Christian it is hard to know what to do. How do you handle the pain and feeling of betrayal? I have to be honest with you. At times I felt like retaliating and getting mean. I wanted to shout to the whole world and tell everyone what was happening. I wanted to do something that would make them hurt as much as I did. But that isn't me. The truth is that to this day, I still care for them a great deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I looked to Jesus and asked him what to do. Believe me, I prayed an awful lot. When I felt overwhelmed, I gave it to Jesus. I asked him to take the hurt and the pain. You know what he told me. HE said "come to me and I will give you rest." The truth is that nobody knows the pain of betrayal better than Jesus. When you read through the Gospels you see how the very men he loved, turned their backs on him. Peter denied him three times. The inner circle of his friends, Peter, James and John,  fell asleep when he asked them to sit with him on the night of his agony. Judas betrayed him to the authorities. The crowd who had hailed him as the king on Palm Sunday were shouting "Crucify him" on Friday. As he looked down from the cross, Jesus revealed how we should handle the hurt when people turn on us. He said, "Father, forgive them for they know not what they do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read those words I think about the number of times my actions have offended Jesus. I can't tell you how many times I have done things out of my own selfishness and neglected to consider Jesus' thoughts. I get on my high horse about certain things and act as if I'm the one who needs to be pacified. I live my life without thinking about God and his feelings. Yet, he continually reaches out to me and calls me back. HE forgives my arrogance and knows how weak and foolish I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the man I want to be. I want to be more like Jesus, more forgiving, more filled with grace. The truth is that this is what it means to be a Christian. It isn't about being a judge or jury in God's courtroom. It isn't about making sure we keep every iota and tittle of the law. It isn't about us at all. It is about God and being His agents of reconciliation in this lost and broken world. We are called to follow Jesus' lead. He forgave the sinner on the cross. He forgave Peter for his denial. He forgave Thomas' doubt. He restored each and every one of those who let him down and he declared his love for them was stronger and deeper than life and death. That is how we should strive to live our lives: giving grace and reflecting God's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that even if we strive to be more forgiving like Jesus, we will still have our moments. For example on one particularly emotional day, I left church and heard a song on the radio. It was about a man who had been wronged by his girlfriend. He happened to go to church one day and heard the minister say, "Pray for those who hurt you." So he began to follow that advice and began praying all kinds of nasty things happen to his ex-girlfriend. I laughed when I heard the song. He had captured my sentiments at that particular moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None-the-less, I am praying for my friends in the proper way. I pray for their peace. I pray they find what they are looking for. I pray that someday we can be friends again. If not, I pray that God will fill the hole they left in my heart and help me find peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enough for confessions. Now it is time to praise God for He is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-7021122539591626908?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/7021122539591626908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=7021122539591626908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/7021122539591626908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/7021122539591626908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-do-you-handel-pain.html' title='How do you handle the pain?'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-1869490518035053336</id><published>2010-05-31T21:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T22:06:26.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let God be the judge</title><content type='html'>This afternoon I went out driving with my 16 year old daughter. We have been out once before. Now she is finished with the classroom part of Driver's Ed and ready to head out with her instructor with the road part of the class. So I planned a drive out to the nearby town of Lebanon where she could get behind the wheel and drive on some country roads. I thought this might help her feel a bit better prepared for her time with the instructor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong. She wanted no part of driving on the road. So we went up to the school instead. For 20 minutes she practiced going around the parking lot and driving down the two way roads of the long driveway. She felt good about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought she would enjoy the freedom and opportunity to get out on the road. I based that on a few mistaken assumptions that came out of my own experience. I grew up in the country and by the time I was fourteen I had already driven go-carts, lawn mowers, tractors, motorcycles and cars. We had 38 acres of woods and a big yard. On my first day with the Driver's Ed instructor I already had hours of experience behind the wheel of the car. I did fine and was not nervous at all. My story is not my daughter's story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later tonight it struck me that we often project our own experience and understanding onto others. If we get annoyed easily, we think everyone does. If we check out all the facts before we draw a conclusion, then most people probably do the same. If we have a lot of faith, we think others should too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why when someone acts different then we expect, we are taken aback and wonder what they must have been thinking. We jump to conclusions based upon our own assumptions and make judgments about their character, their motivations and their actions. I think that's why God said that we are not to judge one another. We don't know their hearts. We don't know their struggles. We don't know what they are thinking. But here's the good news. God does. It's good news because God also knows our hearts and what we are thinking. He knows our motivations and He still reaches out to offer forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter did great today. She was driving with more confidence by the time we finished our circles. By the time she hits the road she will be ready. I'm not saying this from my own experience. I'm saying it because she will hit the road when she's ready, not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-1869490518035053336?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/1869490518035053336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=1869490518035053336&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/1869490518035053336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/1869490518035053336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/05/let-god-be-judge.html' title='Let God be the judge'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-8395345423144306358</id><published>2010-05-25T20:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T20:12:29.375-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We are made to worship</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D4rpKbH8XK8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/D4rpKbH8XK8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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/1062158041160450923-8395345423144306358?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/8395345423144306358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=8395345423144306358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/8395345423144306358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/8395345423144306358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/05/we-are-made-to-worship.html' title='We are made to worship'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-3479840728440869205</id><published>2010-05-13T22:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T22:06:39.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you know which one it is, you will know what to do for  that&lt;br /&gt;Person..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need&lt;br /&gt;You have expressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with&lt;br /&gt;Guidance and support,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They may seem like a godsend and they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are there for the reason you need them to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, without any wrongdoing on your part or at an inconvenient time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire&lt;br /&gt;Fulfilled, their work is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="_x0000_i1060" alt="cid:951483814@16122009-223D" src="http://f813.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f128977%5fAHnHjkQAAIBHS%2bygYgj9XhhRLaU&amp;amp;pid=2.3&amp;amp;fid=Inbox&amp;amp;inline=1" height="304" width="454" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people come into your life for a SEASON, because your turn has&lt;br /&gt;Come to share, grow or learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They may teach you something you have never done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it, it is real. But only for a season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="_x0000_i1061" alt="cid:951483814@16122009-2244" src="http://f813.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f128977%5fAHnHjkQAAIBHS%2bygYgj9XhhRLaU&amp;amp;pid=2.4&amp;amp;fid=Inbox&amp;amp;inline=1" height="300" width="454" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional&lt;br /&gt;Foundation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your job is to accept the lesson,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the person and put what you have learned to use in all other&lt;br /&gt;Relationships and areas of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="_x0000_i1062" alt="cid:951483814@16122009-224B" src="http://f813.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f128977%5fAHnHjkQAAIBHS%2bygYgj9XhhRLaU&amp;amp;pid=2.5&amp;amp;fid=Inbox&amp;amp;inline=1" height="388" width="259" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being a part of my life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you were a reason, a season or a lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="_x0000_i1063" alt="cid:951483814@16122009-2252" src="http://f813.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f128977%5fAHnHjkQAAIBHS%2bygYgj9XhhRLaU&amp;amp;pid=2.6&amp;amp;fid=Inbox&amp;amp;inline=1" height="454" width="303" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-3479840728440869205?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/3479840728440869205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=3479840728440869205&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/3479840728440869205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/3479840728440869205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/05/people-come-into-your-life-for-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-1648685269164626906</id><published>2010-05-08T20:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T20:39:05.444-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You need to speak their language</title><content type='html'>How do you reach this generation with the good news of Jesus Christ? You have to speak their language. When shows like Survivor, American Idol and CSI are at the top of the charts, there is little room for Jesus. When Two and a Half Men, Sex and the City and shows that promoted twisted relationships are more popular than attneding worship each week, you have a problem. What are we missing? How do we translate the faith to such a generation? Well this young woman is trying. She is good. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.tangle.com/flash/swf/flvplayer.swf" flashvars="viewkey=c73f3c2bc263ad9e995a" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="330" height="270" name="tangle" align="middle" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-1648685269164626906?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/1648685269164626906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=1648685269164626906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/1648685269164626906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/1648685269164626906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-need-to-speak-their-language.html' title='You need to speak their language'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-3616242052993035514</id><published>2010-05-07T21:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T22:01:30.702-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost series sparks debate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://popwatch.ew.com/2010/05/04/lost-producers-actors-candidate/"&gt;'Lost' producers, actors speak about tonight's 'they did not just do that!' shockers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Lost" television series is coming to and end and things are heating up. People are debating the meaning behind everything that has happened. It's been a lot of fun. I wonder why we can't approach our theology in the same way? Why can't we talk about what certain passages of scripture mean without getting angry at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would think that we could take the tact of the rabbis and discuss and debate what the prophets meant. We should be able to take Paul's wisdom and see how it applies to the church today without trying to limit its reach. We should be able to read and share what the passages say to us. I know that the Bible is much more important than a TV show but God is also not afraid to have us question, debate and try to seriously understand his word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the great thing about community. If you are with people you love and trust, this becomes much more possible. People won't question your motives. People wil bear with your crazy thoughts. In the end, God's truth will always come out. So if you aren't involved in a Bible Study, you should think about getting into one. You will be surprised at the discussion and interest that will flow out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-3616242052993035514?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/3616242052993035514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=3616242052993035514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/3616242052993035514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/3616242052993035514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/05/lost-series-sparks-debate.html' title='Lost series sparks debate'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-3598880139556982741</id><published>2010-05-05T22:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T22:54:58.348-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast. A wake up call.</title><content type='html'>I wish I was creative enough to make a music video like this. Just what you need to start the day. 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A wake up call.'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-2958148109156172980</id><published>2010-05-04T22:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T22:20:50.789-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing of God's amazing grace</title><content type='html'>Amazing Grace! Not bad for a seven year old. I pray that I will be singing of God's grace in my own way for the rest of my life. When we sing God's praises, it is always beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.tangle.com/flash/swf/flvplayer.swf" flashvars="viewkey=dc3cd79d4e522689c374" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="330" height="270" name="tangle" align="middle" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-2958148109156172980?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/2958148109156172980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=2958148109156172980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/2958148109156172980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/2958148109156172980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/05/singing-of-gods-amazing-grace.html' title='Singing of God&apos;s amazing grace'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-5884436969115703742</id><published>2010-05-03T20:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T20:57:36.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at my new clothes</title><content type='html'>May 2, 2010                                             Philippians 4:4-9       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something happened when each of the disciples went into that empty tomb. They came out different than when they went in. It is almost as if they came out with a new set of clothes. I want to talk about that change today in our last message in the series about the empty tomb.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you know that my girls have been involved in pageants. Right now Sarah is competing for the crown of Miss Connecticut. She is having fun going shopping with Lori and Rachel. You should see some of the new outfits they bought. Sarah looks stunning in them. Well the truth is that whenever we get something new to wear, it can make a tremendous difference even for those of us who aren’t quite so beautiful.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, a new set of clothes, whether it is a suit, a dress, a pair slacks and a shirt, all do something not only for our appearance, but for our attitude as well.   When we put on a new outfit, we feel different. When the girls were younger, Lori would always buy them a new outfit for Easter. Lori would buy a new dress for herself and she’d get me a new shirt and tie. The new clothes made Easter seem even more special.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about that and it made perfect sense because scripture tells us that in Christ we are a new creation. There is no better way to show that than to put on a new set of clothes.      I don’t know about you, but I have an awful lot of old clothes in my closet. Some of them are worn out. Some of them are too big. Others are, if you can believe it, too small.  (Just a side note here: As this contest between Mark Kane and I continues, I just might be able to fit in some of them again!)  The truth is that these old clothes are only taking up room in my closet. Instead of throwing them out, even though they are tattered and ill fitted, I keep wearing them.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that clothes aren’t the only thing we hang onto. Sometimes we hang onto old attitudes as well. That was the problem in Philippi and Paul addresses it in his letter to the church. He tells them at the outset that they have to have a different attitude. They need to live in Christ instead of living in the past.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Easter we have been talking about the gift of forgiveness. Jesus died on that cross to take away our sin and give us new life. The problem is that too many of us have carried over the baggage of our old life and it keeps us from truly experiencing all of God’s blessings.     So today I want to invite you to do some spring cleaning so you can make room in your closet for our new set of clothes. In order to do that, you need to get rid of five things that often clutter the closets of our lives.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, let’s get rid of the burden of doubt. The definition of doubt is this: It is the uncertainty of belief that interferes with decision making. If you aren’t sure of something, you won’t be able to make a clear decision.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that the empty tomb proves that Christ rose. As a result, it confirms everything he said. He died for your sin. You are forgiven. God has given you new life. You never have to worry about being apart from him again. God loves you, there’s no doubt about it. So stop doubting it. Live like a child of God.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Franklin Roosevelt once said, “The only limit to our realization of tomorrow will be our doubts of today.”  Christ has risen. There is no longer any reason to doubt that God loves you.      Second, we can get rid of the burden of guilt. Too many of us keep wearing this even though Christ has taken it away. That’s the message of the cross. You were guilty. Once you came to Christ and asked him to forgive you, it is gone. If you haven’t done it yet, it’s never too late. Every sin you’ve ever committed was nailed to the cross with Jesus. He paid the price and you are free now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve told this story before but I’ll tell it again. Lori and I used to enjoy going into Bee Bee Dairy. One time shortly after Becky was born, we went in for lunch and had a good meal. When I went up to pay, the cashier told us that someone else had already paid our bill. I felt a little guilty about walking out but when I tried to pay it anyway, she said “Didn’t you hear me? It’s already been paid. You don’t owe anything. Just go and enjoy the rest of your day.”    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Act 13 it says “Everyone who believes in Him is free from all guilt and declared right with God.”  Now we can enjoy the peace of God in our lives.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third burden we need to get rid of is that of old grudges. These hurts, that cause us anger and pain, are making us ugly.  I have a silk shirt in my closet that I wore when I was in college. I used to wear it to disco dances. It is so ugly, but I can’t seem to let it go. That is how it is with grudges. But God says we need to forgive and forget. We need to remember that even as God forgives us our debts, we need to forgive our debtors.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago we talked about the unmerciful servant. God calls us to share the measure we have received and he tells us that in doing so we will find blessing. You can trust him on that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth thing we must clean out of our closets is regret. God doesn’t want us to experience regrets in our lives.  Instead, He wants to replace regret with hope.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roman 4:7 says, “Oh what joy for those whose disobedience is forgiven, whose sins are put out of sight.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, this verse says that past mistakes, sins, missed opportunities are put out of sight when we are forgiven.  They are no longer remembered.  We no longer have to dwell on them or bring them up over and over to punish ourselves in our minds.  We can remove them, wipe them away, as if they had never happened.  Why can we do that?  With God’s forgiveness, second chances, third chances, fourth chances, will always be there. Every new day is filled with possibilities. The Prophet tells us that God has a future and hope planned for us.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander Graham Bell said this, “When one door closes another door opens, but we so often look so long as so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one that is open for us.”   Don’t spend so much time looking back with regret and missed opportunities and mistakes that you miss the door that God has opened right in front of you.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally get rid of that burden of fear. For many people this is the heaviest weight they carry. We are afraid of the future. We are afraid of looking foolish. We are afraid of not being successful in our careers. We are afraid of what a financial situation is going to be. We are afraid of commitment. We are afraid of not finding Mr. Right or Mrs. Right.  We are afraid of losing our marriage.  We are even afraid of death. We have a lot of fear in our life and it is so heavy.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God did not create us to be afraid.  We don’t have to be paralyzed with fear because we know God will be there and God will take care of us.  When we fall down, God will help us up.  II Timothy 1:7 says  “For God has not given us a spirit of fear and timidity, but of power, love and self discipline.”   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see we can get rid of these things because God has given us a new set of clothes. When we step into that empty tomb, we can put on Christ. The Apostle Paul gives us a picture of what that looks like in his letter to the church at Philippi. It is powerful. It is beautiful.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice in the Lord, always, again I say rejoice. You see God has called us to a new ministry, the ministry of reconciliation. He has sent us into the world to share the good news and to invite people to get to know him. To know him, is to love him.   I’ll never forget the day my friend Dave Debowsky went out for his very first job interview after college. He put on his new suit. I asked him how much it cost. He told me, now this was in 1980, $500. He told me he bought two suits. I was blown away. You see my last suit had cost $35 at a Sears two for one sale. I laughed at Dave. You know what he said? He told me that in sales you had to make an impression. How you looked would either make or break the deal even before you said a word. His clothes were his life.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is what the apostle Paul was saying. If you want to work for Christ, if you want to serve him, then you need to be humble. You need to fill your closet with whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable and wear it wherever you go. If anything is excellent or praiseworthy, then it will reflect God and the fact that you belong to him.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has got a new set of clothes for you and me. Let’s put them on and show the world what Jesus has done for us and what he wants to do for them. Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-5884436969115703742?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/5884436969115703742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=5884436969115703742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/5884436969115703742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/5884436969115703742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/05/look-at-my-new-clothes.html' title='Look at my new clothes'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-1598311044594224612</id><published>2010-05-03T20:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T20:50:40.737-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is That A Promise Ring?</title><content type='html'>April 25, 2010                                   Ephesians 1:3-14    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointment. Betrayal. Anguish. Sorrow. Regret. As the women took that slow, long walk to the tomb every hope that they had clung to had been dashed. They thought Jesus would be with them forever. He was their friend. He had been faithful. Now he was gone.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are moments in life when everything you believe in is challenged by what is happening around you. People you thought would always stand by you, suddenly disappear. People who you believed in are no longer there. Jesus was everything to them. Now their world was forever turned upside down.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why I believe that when they looked in that empty tomb they found things that brought them hope. Now if you weren’t here on Easter you might be a little confused. I’m talking in metaphors and playing off of Geraldo Rivera’s big television extravaganza in revealing the contents of Al Capone’s tomb in the 1980’s. Hence the theme, “What Did They Really Find in the Empty tomb?” Each of the items we are looking at represent some aspect of the forgiveness that Jesus’ death brought us.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have already talked about the mirror and the ability to forgive themselves. Last week we talked about the friendship bracelet and how it reminded them to forgive one another. Today I want to talk about the thing that allowed them to really step up and move forward with hope again as they took on the mantle of discipleship.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the coming months we will be talking a lot about what it means to be a disciple and a discipling community. The first step in that process is an understanding that in Christ, you and I have been given a promise. Hence, the thought that in that empty tomb the women found a promise ring.     What’s a promise ring? It is a pre-engagement ring. When you receive a promise ring it means that the other person will be faithful to you, and only you, from now through eternity. It says that now I belong to you. We aren’t married yet, but I am yours. I will live now as though we are already in a committed state.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we are talking about God’s promise that came out of the empty tomb. The Apostle John puts it this way. “For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through him.” (John 3:16-17) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eternal life. When these words were spoken, when you look at the words in their native language, they didn’t simply refer to the time after death. Eternal life also dealt with life here on earth. It pointed to a life of peace, a life of joy, a life that is all that God wants to give us. That’s why in another passage Jesus says he came to give us an abundant life, a life of blessings.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we decide to come home, like the prodigal son we talked about on Easter, God says “I forgive you and I give you a promise. I will never let you go.” There is a theological term that is often used to express what happens when we give our lives to Christ. When we return to God and ask for his forgiveness, he gives it to us and he also secures our future. This is called “eternal security.” What it means is this: God seals your future. You no longer have to worry about your salvation. Christ died on the cross and paid the price for your sins. You are forgiven. You are free. God won’t take it back. That’s his promise. You are his and he is yours and God is faithful on his promises.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ancient times a king would put his seal on any declaration he made. He would take his ring and make an impression on the edict. When you come to God and give your life to him, confess your sins and ask forgiveness, he grants it and signs off on his promise. You are now safe forever. That is eternal security.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can now live life without fear. You can now live life as a joint heir with Christ. You know why this is important? Because we can’t do it ourselves. Some people live their whole lives trying to be perfect, trying to follow the law, only to fail. They live in fear that if they make one mis-step that God will reject them.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others live their whole lives trying to find sin in others and make it their job to be God’s secret police. In doing that they can disregard their own sin and feel they are making amends by helping God out. It doesn’t work that way. Sooner or later we are all faced with our own sinfulness. The apostle Paul said it best when he declared that whenever he takes two steps forward, he falls three steps back.  We can never justify ourselves so we will always worry and become obsessed with it.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in Christ, we have security to live and to love God. This idea of being in Christ is so important. “Being In Christ” is one of the big themes of Scripture.  For example in Ephesians 1 we find that “in Christ” is used over and over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four times it says “in Christ”. God says—in Christ you are blessed, in Christ you were adopted, in Christ you were set free, and in Christ you are eternally forgiven.  In fact, that’s what it means to become a Christian.  Becoming a Christian simply means that you made a spiritual decision to take your life and you place it in Christ.  When you do that you have God’s promise that you are forgiven and that He will love you forever. That’s the good news.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as a result of this promise several other things flow out of it. First, as children of God we want to please Him. That means trying to live a life that will glorify God. There is a bumper sticker that was popular a number of years ago. It read” Christians aren’t perfect. They are forgiven. The truth is that we will never be perfect. Following the scriptures is impossible. We all stumble and fall. But as children of God we need to go to God whenever we fall and ask forgiveness.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don’t have to be afraid anymore. Our life is sealed by the blood of Christ. But if we don’t go to God with our sins, our relationship will suffer.      If you aren’t feeling close to God right now, it isn’t because of what somebody else is doing, it isn’t because God isn’t listening, it is because there is something in your life that needs to be forgiven. It may be a big thing, one of the “top ten.” It could be an attitude, pride, greed, envy. It could be that you are living with sexual immorality in your life. I can tell you this: If you are not feeling close to God, you need to go to Him and ask forgiveness and then see what you can do to change what you are doing.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that you don’t have to worry about him rejecting you. You have his promise ring. You are sealed in his love forever.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the height of my bad spell during college, I went to a wedding with some friends of mine. I was drinking heavily. On the way home I got too close to a car in front of me and I hit it. My car was a mess. I got a ticket. The worst part of it all was the fact that I had to call my father and have him drive to the Hartford police station to pick me up at 1:00 a.m in the morning.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part of that experience was imaging what my father would say when he got there. I figured he would be angry and start ripping me up one side and down the other. I was truly afraid. But when he got there his first question was, “Are you alright?” My response was I am so sorry.”      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that night about unconditional love. It was the beginning of a turning point in my life. I never wanted to embarrass my father again like that. So I vowed to change.   Now I wish I could say that was the end of it. It wasn’t. Just like the next time you go to God won’t be the last time. But I began taking small and we are called to do the same.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In I John 1:9 we read  “But if we confess our sins to Him, He can be depended upon to forgive us and to cleanse us from every wrong.”  Confession is good. First it tells God that we know that what we are doing is wrong. Second, it tells him that we are going to take responsibility for it and try to change. IT may not be today, but we will continue to work on it until it isn’t a problem anymore.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me over five years to quit smoking. I knew it was wrong but I couldn’t break the habit. Sometimes I even gave up trying for a while, figuring it wasn’t the worst thing in the world. We do that don’ we? Today I am living with the consequence of that sin. I have heart disease. MY temple, this body, will not make it as long as if I had quit years earlier. I am paying the price for my sin. Praise God that I did quit in 1989.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is there is always a price for sin. That’s why God calls us to turn from it. The good news is that he is there to help. He has given us his promise. We have been forgiven. That is what the cross and the empty tomb is all about. When we give our lives to him, he will never leave us. But if we want to enjoy the fullness of his blessing, if we want to live in his presence, then we need to confess our sins, ask his forgiveness and try to walk in his ways.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I’m going to do things a little different as we close our service. I’m going to give any who want to come forward the opportunity to ask for God’s forgiveness. If there is something in your life that is stopping you from fully enjoying God’s presence, I’m going to invite you to come forward and give it to God. You don’t have to tell me what it is. Just tell God and then let me pray for you. Okay. And Know this. God has a promise ring with your name on it and he’s giving it to you today, just in case you forgot.     Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-1598311044594224612?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/1598311044594224612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=1598311044594224612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/1598311044594224612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/1598311044594224612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/05/is-that-promise-ring.html' title='Is That A Promise Ring?'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-861102809550364626</id><published>2010-05-03T19:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T19:42:34.374-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Look! A Friendship Bracelet</title><content type='html'>April 18, 2010                                          Matthew 18:25-29 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A FRIENDSHIP BRACELET! It’s not in the Bible exactly, but from everything I’ve read, they must have found one in a back corner of that empty tomb. For the scriptures have a lot to say about our relationships.   The truth is that God seems to care almost as much about the way we treat each other as he does about the way we relate to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just think about the Great commandment for a minute. Jesus said the greatest commandment; the one that all the others rest on is this: that we are to love God with all our being and that we are to love our neighbor as we love ourselves.   When we look at the cross we usually think about how God forgave our sins but that was clearly only the first step. For you see in forgiving us and restoring our relationship to God, he also made it possible for us to in turn to forgive everyone who has hurt us. I want to talk about that today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that friendship bracelets date back to our Native American ancestors? According to indigenous tradition, the recipient of a friendship bracelet must wear it until the cords wear out and fall off naturally. The idea is that the friend paid for it with the hard work and love that made it, The recipient repays the friend by honoring the work. Removing the bracelet before it naturally falls off is a sign that the friendship has gone sour. Another variation of this tradition is that the recipient of a bracelet is entitled to a wish. After the bracelet wears out and falls off naturally, the wish will come true. No wonder so many young people share and wear them.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I want to talk about broken relationships in the context of the sermon series we began on Easter Sunday titled, “What did they really find in the empty tomb.”   On Easter I said that in the shadow of the cross, in the shadow of the cross, IN THAT EMPTY TOMB WE FOUND FORGIVENESS FOR OUR SINS. We found a fresh start, a new beginning and a chance to walk with God anew. Last week we found a mirror which helped us see ourselves as God sees us. It allowed us to forgive ourselves and claim that new relationship with God.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I want to talk about the most difficult aspect of forgiveness: Forgiving those who have hurt us.  Now I’ve got to confess that I am much better at this now than I was but it is still hard. I used to hold onto the hurts that others caused me. It got so bad at one point in my life that I couldn’t say the Lord’s prayer. It was like a hot poker and I just put my head down and mumbled the words. Not all of them. I loved God and wanted his will to be done. I asked him to supply my basic needs and lead me out of temptation and trial. It was THAT FORGIVENESS part in the middle that I couldn’t say.   “Forgive us our sins/debts/trespasses as we forgive those who trespass,/sin against us.” That phrase hurt too much. I didn’t want to give up my hurts and forgive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you about my grandparents. It seems silly now but when I was going to graduate from high school we invited them to the graduation. We only had four tickets but being the first grandchild of the generation, my dad made sure they got the invite. He was so proud. The night of the graduation my grandmother called and said they couldn’t make it. They had too much work to do to get the cottage ready for rental. It was like a slap in the face. My father had always felt like the black sheep of the family and this was one more straw in the basket. I was offended for him and I carried that grudge for years.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the truth is that if we really kept count, we couldn’t begin to number the times that others have disappointed, hurt, and offended us. I am sure that right now, you could name a few people that you are angry or upset with for things they have said and done in the past. It could be a family member, a co-worker, someone here at church or your next door neighbor.  We carry around these hurts, these grudges and they simmer just below the surface. I’ve got news for you. They hurt you a lot more than they hurt the person you are angry with. God knows that.   The Bible says—just as God has forgiven us, we also must forgive others. This is tough stuff. But our Father knows best.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one of the reasons it is so hard to forgive others is because of a misunderstanding about what forgiving others really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgiving others is not—  Justifying their actions. You don’t have to say things like—well, they were under a lot of stress. Well, I certainly don’t think they meant it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness has nothing to do with their motives. We don’t need to make sense of why they did what they did so we can feel good about it. Face it, most of the time we don’t care. They hurt us and we have the scars to prove it. So when we say we forgive them we are not sayin they had a right to do what they did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second it is not about letting enough time pass. You’ve heard people say “time heals all wounds.” That’s a bunch of baloney. We all know that time alone doesn’t make things better. Some of us sitting here are still feeling the sting of betrayal that happened fifteen or twenty years ago or more. Forgiving doesn’t get any easier over time. As a matter of fact it is often harder because that pain has been internalized and become a part of us. So there is no good reason to wait and believe that it will come naturally.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third it is not pretending that you aren’t hurt and it didn’t matter. Men are especially good at acting macho but all of us do it. Sometimes we try to play nice in church and pretend that what someone said or did to us didn’t bother us. But it did! We keep a lid on it and tell everyone we are over it but denying it doesn’t make it go away. When somebody hurts you, it’s like getting a splinter in your finger. It may be really small, but if you try to ignore it, it will eventually get infected and you’ll be in worse shape later on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally forgiveness is not about confrontation. It’s not going to them, grabbing them by the shirt, and saying—give me an apology. Forgiveness is not seeking revenge and getting in their face, as much as we want to do that when someone hurt us. The truth is that forgiveness is not totally about them. It is more about addressing something within us.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to give you four words to hold onto this morning to help you grasp it. It might not make it any easier but at least you will have a path you can follow as you try out live out God’s call to forgive as you and I have been forgiven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are.  Remember  Release  Recognize  Repeat.   Can you say them with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, release, recognize and repeat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, Remember how much we’ve been forgiven. Remember how much (with emphasis) I’ve been forgiven is how that should be said. Because the first step in forgiving others is to understand how much God has forgiven us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago we talked about the Prodigal Son? It is actually our story. You see, we are the Prodigal Son, we are the Prodigal Daughter who has turned our back on our loving Father. We have gone our own way. We have enjoyed sin for a season and yet, when we return home, God welcomes us back. And God forgives us—not just partially, but God forgives us completely. God doesn’t make us pay it back.   So we have to be reminded over and over, because we, as humans, have amazing capacities to forget and we forget just how good we have it. We forget how completely and fully and how freely God has forgiven us.    Isaiah 1:18 is such a great verse because it talks about God’s complete forgiveness. It says.    “Come, let us talk this over says the Lord. No matter how deep the stain of your sin, I can take it out and make you as clean as freshly fallen snow. Even if you are stained as red as crimson.  I can make you white as wool.”      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hurt God whenever we sin but he opens his heart and forgives us anyway. We need to remember that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I want you to think of somebody who has hurt you. Conjure up those feelings. Then think about Jesus and the fact that he feels the same way whenever you hurt him.   I get the image of Peter and Jesus in the courtyard. In the movie The Passion of Christ, it is portrayed so well. As Jesus is being led away Peter is denying Christ in no uncertain terms. At that moment Peter sees Jesus. They lock eyes and the regret is so deep. The anguish and hurt fills the screen. If Jesus can forgive us then we have no excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That brings me to our scripture today. It’s a story that Jesus told about forgiveness. The point is simple:  A man who owes a great debt calls on the king and asks for mercy. The king hears his plea and forgives him his debt.   The next thing you know this same man confronts another who owes him a debt and he shows no mercy. He lives by the rule “an eye for an eye.” He has the man thrown in prison and his family left destitute.   When the king hears of it he is outraged. It is like a slap in the face. All the pity, all the compassion he felt for this man dissipates and he throws the book at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story, Matthew tells us is this:   "Then the master called the servant in. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'You wicked servant,'&lt;/span&gt; he said, 'I canceled all that debt of yours because you begged me to. Shouldn't you have had mercy on your fellow servant just as I had on you?' &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In anger &lt;/span&gt;his master turned him over to the jailers to be tortured, until he should pay back all he owed.   And Jesus said "This is how my heavenly Father will treat each of you unless you forgive your brother from your heart." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch! Do you think Jesus thinks forgiving others is important? We need to remember that we have been forgiven. Maybe there is someone who has hurt you. Well now is the time to think about forgiving them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That brings me to our second point. Release them. Let them go. Set them free. What does that mean? It means to stop replaying that tape of their offense over and over again in your mind. We do that don’t we? We relive the hurt. We keep it fresh by living through it again. Well you’ve got to let it go.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t need to confront them or try to make amends or even try to repair the relationship to do this. You just simply go to God and ask him to help you forgive and let it go. You see, forgiveness is always a choice. It is not an emotion, it is a choice.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This process of setting someone free, of releasing them, is so key to the freedom that God wants you to experience in forgiveness. When you do that you are saying I’m giving up my rights to repayment. You no longer have TO WAIT FOR THEM to make amends, BECAUSE THEY PROBABLY NEVER WILL. So you are taking charge and reclaiming your own peace of mind.   Let God deal with revenge, payment or what they need to do. He’s better at it than we are anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Recognize that God has bigger things in mind. The truth is that every experience in life shapes us. It prepares us for the next thing. The struggles, the adventures, the relationships we have prepare us for the job that God is waiting to call us to.   Joseph is the perfect example of this. Do you remember his story? It as tragic. It was ironic. He was a dreamer, the favorite son of his father, Jacob. His brothers get jealous of his favored status and they plot against him. They sell him to slave traders going to Egypt and tewll their father he was killed. Through a series of misadventures he lands in prison and then into the court of Pharoah. He interprets a dream and Pharoah places him in a position of authority. A famine hits the land and Jacob sends his sons to Pharoah for help. Guess who is there to greet them.  Joseph could have taken his revenge. But instead he has forgiven them and in that process recognized that God used that circumstance to get his will done. Joseph was now in a position to save his family.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that God uses our circumstances to achieve his will. Now hear me: I am not saying that God sends pain and trouble into our lives so he can do something about it later. I am saying that God takes these difficult and tragic situations and uses them, like scraps off the table, to bring blessings down the road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Romans 8:28 it says “And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.”   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why it is so important to forgive. God has a plan and he can take your hurt and still make it work for good if you can forgive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth step is to reestablish if possible. I’m going to be brief here. If you can re-establish the relationship, then go to it.   There is a television show called “All About Earl.” I’ve seen it a few times. It’s really wacky. But essentially this guy has a list of all the people he has ever wronged and he has to go back and make it right. Some people readily accept his apologies and others don’t and that makes for the humor.  The truth is that some bridges are broken and you can’t go back over them. But if you can build a new bridge after forgiveness, God calls us to do it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In  Romans 12:21. It says, “Don’t let evil get the best of you, but conquer evil by doing good.”  What does that mean?  It means, even if you can’t reestablish the relationship, you can still act in a good way toward that person.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for the person who hurt you. Ask God to heal their hearts. Ask God to bless them. When you can do that you know that your healing and forgiveness is well on its way.  Finally, Repeat this process again and again. If you are lucky. Your life will be long. You will suffer hurts and you just need to keep doing this over and over again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you see, on the cross God was not only reconciling the world to himself, but he was doing the same for each of us. He died so that we would have the power of forgiveness in our hands.   Don’t waste it. Use it to share God’s love with the people in your life. Life is too short to bear grudges and to walk alone. Reach out and share that friendship bracelet God has left for you and me in that empty tomb.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s pray:  Dear Heavenly Father, thank You for how much You have forgiven me. Today, I forgive (just say their name, the person you are forgiving). God, I’m forgiving them for (you just tell God what it is. He already knows, but there is something about saying it and releasing that person).  And God show me the action I need to take to reestablish the relationship even if it is just to pray for them. Now Lord, Help me to forgive others as much as you have forgiven me.  In Jesus name.  Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-861102809550364626?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/861102809550364626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=861102809550364626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/861102809550364626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/861102809550364626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/05/look-friendship-bracelet.html' title='Look! A Friendship Bracelet'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-8910670485879028807</id><published>2010-05-03T19:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T19:28:50.494-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There's A Mirror in There!</title><content type='html'>April 11, 2010                                                 John 21:15-19    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what I found. It’s a mirror. No it’s not the one from the empty tomb. But I am sure that when the disciples looked in to find Jesus they found something very similar to this. For you see, they were all carrying some heavy baggage.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of a story I heard of a guy who was at LaGuardia Airport and he was afraid he was going to be late for his flight, so he goes up to a complete stranger who is carrying two really big heavy looking black bags and he asks him for the time.  Well, the stranger makes a big deal about carefully setting down his two bags.  Then looks at his watch and says, the time is 6 PM.  In Singapore, it’s 12 AM.  The temperature outside is 37 degrees, and the barometer is dropping.  My stocks went up two points today.  Well, the guy was amazed.  He said—your watch told you all of that.  He said—oh, that’s just the tip of the iceberg.  This watch tells you so much more than just that.  Well, the guy was amazed.  He said—I have to have that watch.  I will pay you $1,000 right now for that watch.  The guy said—no, you don’t understand.  I made this watch.  I invented this watch.  It’s not for sale.  The guy wanted the watch.  He said—I will write you a check right now for $5,000 if you will give me that watch.  He said—no, you don’t understand.  I made it as a gift for my son.  He has graduated from college. I am taking it to him right now.  He said—I will write the check right now for $10,000 if you will give me that watch.  Well, $10,000 was too much for the stranger to resist, so he said—okay, it’s a deal.  So the guy writes out a check for $10,000, hands it to the stranger.  The stranger hands him the watch.  He puts it on his wrist and is satisfied, turns away from the stranger and he says—hey, wait a second.  He reaches down and grabs the two big heavy black bags, and smiles, and hands them to the guy and says—you forgot the batteries.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baggage. It is part of life. No one wants to look in the mirror and face it. We have made bad choices in our lives. We have put off doing things that could have been a blessing. We have done stupid things. And we carry around the residue of these things in our hearts and on our minds. They weigh us down. They stop us from reaching out, from loving, from believing.      The worst part of all is that sometimes they stop us from reaching out to God. We know that we have blown it. We know that we aren’t part of the A team anymore. So we settle for less.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may remember the animated classic “The Beauty an the Beast.” The Beast covered over every mirror in the house because he couldn’t bear the thought of what he had become. Many of us do the same thing. We run from it. We ignore it. We live as though it never happened but deep inside we keep beating ourselves up.  That’s the baggage that sin brings with it.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible says sin separates us from God. Too often we get caught up in naming other people’s sin. He’s an alcoholic. She runs around. He’s always at the casino. She’s extended on her credit cards and deep in debt. He’s caught up in pornography. She’s… You get the point. But to God sin is sin and all of us have this baggage that we carry around. We feel better if we can shine the mirror on someone else. But every once in a while, we turn and catch our own reflection and it isn’t nice.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only solution, the only way to get rid of this baggage is to look in the mirror and tackle it head on. And I’ve got good news for you. If you were here last week you heard that the first thing the disciples found in the empty tomb was forgiveness. That’s what Good Friday and Easter was all about.   When Jesus was nailed to the cross, every one of our sins was nailed up there with him. The scriptures tell us that he was punished, he was crucified, he was killed for our sins… every one of them. He didn’t die just for the little white lies we tell. He didn’t die just for the cheating you and I did on this year’s tax return. He died for our financial irresponsibility. He died for our sexual immorality. He died for our slanderous, libelous mouth that destroys relationships. He even died for us if we have rejected him and are living only for ourselves.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that song we just sang.      “Years I lived in vanity and pride, caring not my Lord was crucified. Knowing not it was for me he died on Calvary. Mercy there was great and grace was free. Pardon there was multiplied to me. There my burdened soul found liberty. At Calvary.”    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I always went to church. Many of you know that I went through a bad spell in college. I let everything that had happened to me in my life catch up with me and I went wild. I partied. I got involved in things and relationships that were unhealthy. Basically I didn’t care about my life or anything. I flunked out of school and was lost for a while. Then one Sunday my Pastor said something, I don’t even remember what it was, but it clicked. And we sang this song and it fit. I was beating myself up because I couldn’t forgive myself for things I had done. So I was digging a deeper hole for myself. But then I realized that God had already forgiven me and all that was left was for me to go to him and find a way to forgive myself.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we talked about the Lost son, the prodigal son who came to himself and returned home to ask his father’s forgiveness. We heard that even before he came through the gate, his Father was reaching out to him, ready to restore him to grace. Jesus told that story for your benefit and mine. God is more ready to forgive then we can imagine. All we need to do is ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s funny, but one of the people who was there in person and who heard Jesus tell the parable of the Prodigal Son, was a man named was Simon Peter. Bold, outspoken, one of the inner circle, Peter stood up and scolded the other disciples when Jesus told them that they would all fall away and betray him. Peter boldly declared, “Well the rest might, but not me.” His pride got the best of him. You see pride is a sin. Jesus warned him that even he would fall. That famous prediction that Peter would deny him three times before the cock could crow, came true and the scriptures say that Peter wept when he realized what he had done. – Talk about some baggage.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don’t blame Peter. We all have done things like that. Every time we choose to do something we know is wrong, we deny Christ. We may not think of it that way, but inside we know it. After a while we justify it and then try to forget it. But it is there.   So we go to the tomb like Peter and we find a mirror. God wants us to see ourselves so that we might come to him and ask forgiveness so we can be restored.        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are five things you need to know about God’s forgiveness.      First God forgives specifically. Many of us have no problem asking God to forgives us with a generic prayer. “God forgive me if I have done anything wrong today.” That’s great but it doesn’t do anything for the baggage. It’s kind of like putting on a rain coat after you’ve been out in the rain for an hour or two. Good, but it won’t make you dry.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we go to God with specifics, he responds specifically. No matter what it is, God will forgive you if you ask him. Scripture says no sin is greater than another. Because sin isn’t a list of rules, it is an attitude of the heart. When you confess that you thought you knew better than God on some issue and ask him to forgive you, he does.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second God also forgives instantly. You don’t have to stand and beg. You don’t have to plead your case. You don’t have to justify it. You can’t. God forgives because Jesus has already pleaded your case and won your acquittal. You just need to show up. Case closed.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third one is this—God forgives completely.  Specifically, instantly and completely. You see with God, there are no leftovers.  There is no residual unforgiveness.  God doesn’t come back and say—remember when you did this?  God doesn’t bring up our past sins and then throw them in our face.  Your wife might. Your kids might. Your mother in law might. But not God. When God forgives, it’s done and it never has to be forgiven again.  You are forgiven.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, God forgives repeatedly. With God, there are no limits.  Turn to the person next to you and say—there are no limits.You see, God will forgive you over and over again without end. There is never a time when you can’t turn to God.  There is no sin too great. There is no sin that you may have committed too many times that God won’t forgive it. God forgives repeatedly.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we have a hard time with this. We don’t think it is fair. Why should they get a break? Don’t they know any better? You know what God says to that? I am who I am. How many times have I forgiven you? You worry about you and let me worry about them.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the fifth one is this—God forgives freely.  You see Jesus has already paid the price. That is what Easter was all about. You just ask for it and it is yours.     So if God has forgiven you, then why are you still carrying your baggage? You need to let it go. You need to look in the mirror and say “God loves me. God has forgiven me. I need to let go and forgive myself so I can begin life anew.”    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you need to begin life over again. That’s what Jesus meant when he said you need to be born again. He was saying you and I need to put the past behind us and to walk with Christ from this day forward. We need to make the commitment to love him and serve him and walk with him forever more.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means you will try to get rid of the bad habits, the obvious sin in your life and live in a way that will bring glory to God. But if you do stumble, then you simply need to go back and ask him to forgive you. Ask him to help you not do it again, and go back every time for as long as it takes.    &lt;br /&gt;The good news is that once you realize that God loves you and that he has forgiven you, then you can look in the mirror and see the beauty that God saw when he created you.     God bless that mirror. For it truly helps us see us as children of God. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-8910670485879028807?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/8910670485879028807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=8910670485879028807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/8910670485879028807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/8910670485879028807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/05/theres-mirror-in-there.html' title='There&apos;s A Mirror in There!'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-4137785532302701016</id><published>2010-05-03T19:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T19:21:38.371-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What They Really Found in the Empty Tomb</title><content type='html'>What They Really Found in the Empty Tomb   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 20:1-18                April 4, 2010     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In April 1986, Geraldo Rivera captivated the imagination of a generation when he discovered a hidden vault in an underground basement of a building in Chicago. He claimed it held a fortune that once belonged to the infamous Al Capone. The promo for his special two hour session went like this: It may be Chicago’s equivalent to King Tut’s tomb. It belongs to the king of a criminal empire. It’s a mystery. What secrets lie within Al Capone’s Vault? Find out when we open it on live television…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now long before television, an even greater mystery was unveiled on a morning just like this one. Two women made their way to a tomb in the side of a mountain. It was dark as they arose that Sunday morning... The two got up and put on their garments grabbed their spices and headed out on the dirt road that lead out of the city. As they headed out on the road and as the sun began to rise the path was lined with many dark shadows... but no shadow or darkness could compare with the darkness that hovered over their soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they walked up the path towards the tomb... thoughts and sights of the last week -- ripped through their minds like violent tornados.. They had been there when Jesus rode in on the colt before thousands shouting his praises, what an incredible moment that was. But unfortunately their minds and the events of last week didn’t stop there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try as they might they couldn’t stop those other thoughts, those terrible scenes from playing out again and again in their minds. They saw Jesus tied to a post a Roman scourge filled with broken pieces of pottery, glass and bones ripping across His back. As they recalled the purple robe -- the beatings, the cruel mocking and the crown of thorns, the tears began to flow again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had seen it all -- they had seen Jesus, their teacher, their friend, their Lord they had witnessed everything that Jesus went through... And these 2 women, these two Mary’s (Mary of Magdala and Mary the mother of James) were there at the cross... They saw Jesus hanging there on that rough cross of wood... they saw His body struggle and wince with pain with every breathe that he took... They were there when Jesus cried out, "ELOI, ELOI, LAMA SABACHTHANI -- MY GOD MY GOD WHY HAS THOUGH FORSAKEN ME" -- and they saw his head fall as he cried, "IT IS FINISHED."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They where there when Jesus died, and when he died they died too. O’ they were still alive physically but their hopes and joy died on that cross with Jesus, on that dark Friday nearly 2,000 years ago.. Their Lord was dead... And their hope was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what were they doing up so early on this Sunday morning? Why weren’t they lying in bed wallowing in their misery? What was it that drove them from their beds before dawn, and put them on this dark uphill climb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that drove them, was their love for and devotion to Jesus -- someone had to prepare the body for burial and no one else had volunteered; Peter didn’t, James didn’t, neither did John -- So it was up to these 2 faithful followers, 2 women who had never left the side of Jesus, who were with Him until the end -- it was up to them to do it, and they did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The task they were going to perform was a somber task, a difficult task... They would be the ones, who would wipe the blood from the brow, from the legs, from the sides, They would be the ones, to clean the blood from the body of Jesus... they would be the ones, to remove the blood that had matted in his beard, They would be the last ones, to touch his face and close His eyes. I don’t know what they thought they would find that morning, but when they got there, they found something they never expected. So what did they find?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geraldo was disappointed but the women and disciples weren’t. Inside that empty tomb they found forgiveness. The truth is that all who look into the tomb can find it. Isaiah says that “He was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was upon him, and by his wounds we are healed.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, and for the next four weeks we are going to talk about this great discovery. We are going to talk about what this means in our own personal life as we deal with our own disappointments. We are going to talk about what it means in our relationships with our friends, our family and even those who have hurt us. We are going to talk about what it means as a people of God who are living in the world. So I hope you will join us as we look at this in more depth in the coming weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But getting back to today, it’s Easter. In all the hype, in all the fun, in all the stories about Easter, the one thing that you and I need to know is that the empty tomb confirms everything that Jesus said. He was the Lamb of God who came to take away the sins of the world. He came to reconcile us to God. His resurrection meant that God had accepted his offering and that our sins were forgiven forever. The good news is that our past no longer controls our future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of six-year-old kids were asked what each wanted to become when they grew up "President," "a fireman," "a teacher." One by one they answered until it became Billy’s time. The teacher asked, "Billy, what do you want to be when you grow up?" "Possible," Billy responded. "Possible?" asked the teacher. "Yes," Billy said, "my mom is always telling me I’m impossible. When I grow up I want to become POSSIBLE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are a possibility now. We are now free to start over. Nothing can stop us from becoming children of God. The apostle Paul writes “God made you alive with Christ. He forgave all our sins.” Col. 2:13 The best illustration of this can be found in a story Jesus told. Some call it “the Lost Son” but most of us know it as the story of “the Prodigal Son.” Basically it is about a man who has two sons and one of them decides to go his own way. He takes his inheritance and fritters it away on loose living and selfish pleasures. Before long he has nothing left and his life is in shambles. The text then says that “he came to himself” and he began to think about returning home. He was embarrassed and ashamed but he hoped that if he humbled himself and came back on his knees, that just maybe his father would have mercy on him and give him a servant’s job. Amazingly enough, the Father, when he heard that his son, who was lost, was coming home, he set out a feast to celebrate his return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus shared this story with people who were hungry for God’s acceptance. They were lost. They were cast offs of society. In it was a word of hope that they too might one day find forgiveness and acceptance by God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine what this story said to them. It said that even though they had lived a sinful life, one that offended God, one that was steeped in every kind of selfish pleasure, greed, sexual immorality, gluttony, hatred, resentment, pride, idolatry, and even unbelief… they could still come home. All they had to do was humble themselves and ask God for forgiveness. It seems easy but it still scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the truth. The journey back to God is not a long one. All we have to do is take the first steps. The empty tomb tells us that God is waiting to receive us with open arms. Sometimes we think we have to be perfect, but we don’t. We don’t have to get rid of all the sin in our life first. We don’t have to overcome all of our addictions. We don’t have to have some supernatural revelation from God. We don’t even have to have a warm fuzzy feeling inside to come back home. All We have to do is take the one step and ask Him for forgiveness, a gift he’s already given us in the risen Christ. One step. And if We take that one step toward God, the Bible says, that God will cover the rest of the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, Easter is not about us overcoming our sin so that we can be with God. Easter is about God overcoming it so that He can be with us. At the time of Jesus’ death, the Jews worshiped in the Temple and at the very center of the Temple was a place called the Holy of Holies. This is where it was believed that God’s presence dwelt most intensely. And the Holy of Holies was separated by a thick, big curtain. And nobody could enter the Holy of Holies, except for one priest, one time a year. This priest had to be completely pure and had to go through all of these rituals before he was worthy to enter there. These curtains served as a separation between God and people. It separated us from God. And when Jesus died on the cross, that curtain was ripped in two. It symbolized that everyone now has access to God, because of Easter. It was God reaching out to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the point of Easter. God was reaching out for you and me. The empty tomb is like a big bill board that says, “Come home. I forgive you!” He was saying he loves us and wants to restore our relationship to what it was meant to be. If anyone ever needed a dose of hope, if anyone ever needed to know that what Jesus said was true, it was a distraught, guilt ridden, sun weary fisherman named Peter....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter was standing with John when the Marys came running into town... And when they came in screaming, crying and laughing, when Peter and John saw them in this frenzied state they ran to them... And they said “the tomb is empty! Jesus isn’t in the tomb!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at that moment Peter and John headed to the tomb at warp speed. Peter was running as fast as he could, his heart pounding and his powerful legs were pumping his feet up and down the winding paths of the dusty roads leading to the tomb.... Suddenly Peter began to think to himself --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHY AM I SO HAPPY, I DENIED HIM, I TALKED SO BIG AND TOUGH, BUT WHEN IT CAME TIME TO TAKE A STAND, I FELL... MAYBE JESUS DOESN’T WANT TO SEE ME, I HAVE NO RIGHT TO TAKE PART IN THIS CELEBRATION... PETER THE ROCK, YEAH FAT CHANCE.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His thoughts had slowed him down but once he made it to the tomb, without hesitation went in, he had to go in, he had to see for himself. And when Peter walked inside, he saw the strips of linen and the burial clothes, that had been around Jesus’ head folded laying on the stone slab. And he found the forgiveness he so badly needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter’s heart was racing and tears of joy were flowing, "HE’S ALIVE! JESUS IS ALIVE!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somewhere, but we don’t know where, maybe on the shoreline overlooking the Jordan, Peter felt a hand on his shoulder-- and he looked at the hand and he saw that it had been pierced.... His heart stopped beating and as he turned to fall to his feet, He heard the voice of the one he loved more than life itself say , "PETER" Jesus his hand on Peter’s shoulder saying "IT’S ALL RIGHT PETER, IT’S ALRIGHT, I KNOW, I KNOW, IT’S ALRIGHT NOW, I FORGIVE YOU PETER, PETER I FORGIVE YOU.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The empty tomb means there is forgiveness....&lt;br /&gt;The empty tomb means that our sins can be washed away......&lt;br /&gt;The empty tomb means that Jesus has won the battle over death, sin and the grave..... that is what the gospel is… the good news of the forgiveness of sin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lamb of God has come -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities, the punishment that brought us peace was upon him and by his wounds we are healed.." Is 53:5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Glory be to God! God loves has claimed the victory. He arose!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you leave this morning I want to give you two things. The first is a little booklet by the people who publish the daily bread. It is called “The Forgiveness of God.” If you want to read more about this wonderful gift of God and how it affects your life and mine, I hope you’ll take a copy as you leave. I’ll have some on the table by the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I have some stones. I want you to take one with you as a reminder that the stone has been rolled away. Now there is nothing separating you from the love of God and his forgiveness. He arose, not to show his power… but that he might walk with you and me forever more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let’s sing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-4137785532302701016?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/4137785532302701016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=4137785532302701016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/4137785532302701016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/4137785532302701016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-they-really-found-in-empty-tomb.html' title='What They Really Found in the Empty Tomb'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-2239932684122540087</id><published>2010-05-03T19:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T19:20:49.707-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from a little hiatus</title><content type='html'>I have to admit that I have been in a little funk because life has been so busy. I just haven't felt like writing. A lot has happened. We had a great Easter Sunday and the services following Easter at First Baptist have been great. I finished a series of sermons on Forgiveness last Sunday that I'm going to include here. I hope you enjoy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll begin with the sermon from Easter Sunday and include all five. The theme was "What They Really Found in the Empty Tomb." The messages dealt with the idea of forgiveness. I have to confess that I purchased the rights to a sermon series from the Journey Church in New York City in February. The original title was a little racy. When I mentioned it to Lori, she said it was too provocative. When I actually read the sermons I immediately realized that they were too long for our context and very simplistic as well. I liked the ideas but not the messages. So I began playing with the ideas. At that time I remembered the television expose that Geraldo Rivera hosted back in the 1980's that revealed the contents of Al Capone's tomb. That turned out to be a bust but Christ's tomb changed the world. So I picked up that theme and incorporated some of the thoughts from the other series that reminded us of the prominent place of forgiveness in the Easter message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Easter I revealed that when the women and the first disciples looked in that tomb on Easter morning they found forgiveness. For the next four weeks I talked about four particular aspects of it. I played these out by talking about a mirror, a friendship bracelet, a promise ring and a new set of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well instead of telling you about the sermons, I'll let you read them for yourselves. I just have to remind you that the actual sermons did change some when they were delivered as I was moved by the Holy Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-2239932684122540087?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/2239932684122540087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=2239932684122540087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/2239932684122540087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/2239932684122540087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/05/back-from-little-hiatus.html' title='Back from a little hiatus'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-9169974585848849527</id><published>2010-04-13T11:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T11:45:37.127-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Engaging your faith through exorcising it</title><content type='html'>This morning I met with Marc Nee for my first session with a personal trainer. We went over his evaluation from our time last week and laid out the plan for our time together. It looked easy enough but I had this sneaking suspicion that it would be more than I had bragained for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you that as we neared the end of the hour I was worn out. We didn't even do that much. Mostly stretching and flexing and rolling and pulling. I had worked up quite a sweat too. My body just wasn't used to doing that much work. Of course by anybody else's standards we really didn't do that much. It was a lot of little things. Things that I am not used to doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It prompted me to realize that even though I have been going to the gym for twelve years, I have never had this kind of a workout. I usually do cardio. I ride the bike, walk the treadmill, do the elliptical trainer or every once in a while try another machine. I sweat. I feel good. But today I think I used muscles that I don't normally use. I probably burned off just as many calories too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me think about the people who come to church for years and years but don't really do much with their faith. They get a good baseline. They develop some good habits. But the power of living with Jesus in your every day life just isn't there. Jesus is more like a historical figure than the Loird of your life. He is more of a memory than a real presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to exercise your body you need to engage it. The same is true with our faith. It needs to be lived out every day. We need to walk with Jesus. We need to read his word. We need to praise and worship him. Then we will feel the change in our life and begin to do some powerful faith walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-9169974585848849527?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/9169974585848849527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=9169974585848849527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/9169974585848849527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/9169974585848849527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/04/engaging-your-faith-through-exorcising.html' title='Engaging your faith through exorcising it'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-6979427562066694515</id><published>2010-04-08T09:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T09:20:19.638-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God is amazing</title><content type='html'>A friend sent this to me and I was moved by it. It speaks to a truth about God that is so deep. You see God uses every scrap. He weaves together a tapestry that picks up all the pieces and redeems all of us in ways we can never imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it. He takes a despicable slave captain and knocks him down on his knees. He turns his heart inside out and then uses his words and his experience to give us one of the greatest songs of faith ever written. John Newton penned the word to Amazing Grace but he got the tune from the people he oppressed. It is amazing what God's grace can do.  Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DMF_24cQqT0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/DMF_24cQqT0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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/1062158041160450923-6979427562066694515?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/6979427562066694515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=6979427562066694515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/6979427562066694515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/6979427562066694515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/04/god-is-amazing.html' title='God is amazing'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-4575793527154386277</id><published>2010-04-02T16:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T16:49:01.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The reason we celebrate Easter</title><content type='html'>This is what Easter is really all about. Want to hear more? Attend worship this Easter weekend. Don't have a church to go to? Come join us at First Baptist at 10:30 a.m. on Sunday morning. We'd love to have you. My sermon is titled, "What They Really Found in the Empty Tomb!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zTCLw1L_YFc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/zTCLw1L_YFc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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/1062158041160450923-4575793527154386277?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/4575793527154386277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=4575793527154386277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/4575793527154386277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/4575793527154386277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/04/reason-we-celebrate-easter.html' title='The reason we celebrate Easter'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-759761029475117227</id><published>2010-03-30T12:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T12:25:11.451-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace:  Available to all with no conditions</title><content type='html'>I found this essay online and thought it was worth reprinting here. It speaks about the nature of grace and I thought it was especially timely during Holy Week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every once in a while we get caught up in discussions about what a person needs to do to be saved. We like to set pre-conditions. We like to make rules especially when it comes to baptism and church membership. But do we have the right and authority to do that? Is it enough if a person confesses Christ as their Lord and Savior for them to be able to access that grace or do they need to make radical changes before they receive the forgiveness and grace that Christ bought for us on the cross? Well, read this and let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The 15th chapter of Luke is a pivotal and compelling bit of storytelling because there are three stories told sequentially, each illustrating the same lesson. In many ways, Luke 15 has been considered "a gospel within the gospel" because it so typifies the message that Jesus embodied.    The three stories he told are in response to how he is received by the Pharisees who note that, " … a lot of men and women of doubtful reputation were hanging around Jesus, listening intently … the Pharisees and religion scholars growled, 'He takes in sinners and eats with them, treating them like old friends.'" (Luke 15:1-3)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The notion of grace and forgiveness is uniquely divine. Only in the mind of God could such an idea come among us. It's not in our nature to think up the idea of grace. In order to see that the divine message of grace gets shared, we have to treat the subject with care so that our own fallen natures don't corrupt that which is divine.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church has always wanted to intervene with the idea of grace and forgiveness by making the church a ticket booth to God's grace. In order to receive grace, you need a ticket that only the church can dispense.    That's the human twist we give to grace: We take that which is free and liberating and we make it cost something. In order to obtain the ticket of salvation, you must meet the prior approval of the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We question whether the grace of God is enough for certain sins. We expect that you clean up appropriately before receiving God's grace and afterwards that you meet our expectations of behavior and belief.    That's why Jesus had to tell these stories about a lost coin, a lost sheep and ultimately a lost son. Why, we've even gotten the nature of the stories confused. They are not stories of things that are lost; they are stories of things that are found.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus wanted in the deepest way possible for the Pharisees to discover how they had missed the point of the message. The point was God is out on the front porch looking for any sinner who realizes they need acceptance and forgiveness. He is out there waiting and willing to offer grace to them all, no matter how lost they have been. He has already paid the price for their sins … all they need to do is simply come home and receive it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's our message, too, if we are willing to hear it for ourselves.   We see ourselves mirrored in the lives of the two sons. We're either the younger lost son who took everything that was due him and left, or we're the older son who obediently stayed at home and yet resented the father who gladly welcomed the wayward boy.    We're both lost and broken and we come to realize it, or we're lost even while we're obediently trying to earn our acceptance by being good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess ultimately in the good grace of God, there is even a grace for us lost older sons who are lost in our goodness, our niceness and our morality.     That's what Robert Capon calls, "being a bookkeeper." He says, "The human race is positively addicted to keeping records and remembering scores." You stay at home, near God, where it is safe and predictable. What you don't realize is that, given time, your bookkeeping behavior has, in fact, become your god, and you, too, are far away from "home."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace is a kind of mercy that we in the church have had a notoriously difficult time handling. We've taken that which is free and we've made it something to earn. It's sad in a way because we first come to God seeking forgiveness and the desire to be whole. And then, after experiencing the liberation that only God can bring, we go out and get lost all over again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seminary Professor Tom Long tells of one of his seminary students who went jogging with his father in their urban neighborhood. As they ran, the son shared what he was learning in seminary about urban ministry, and his father, who was a pastor in the inner city, related experiences of his own with his son.    About halfway into their run, they decided to call a local pizzeria to order their lunch to coincide with their arrival back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A phone booth (remember those?) was on the corner and as they stopped, a homeless man approached them and asked for spare change.    The father reached into both pockets and pulled out all the change he had, offered it to the man and said, "Take what you need."   The homeless man, hardly believing his good fortune, said, "Okay, I'll take it all," and scooped the coins into his own hands.    It only took a second for the father to realize he now had no change for the phone so he called out, "Pardon me, I need to make a call. Can you spare some change?"   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The homeless man turned and held out the two handfuls of coins and said smilingly, "Here, take what you need."   Long claims we're all homeless prodigals and beggars. "Head home," he says, "and expect nothing. Be astonished beyond all measure when the dancing begins, the banquet table is set and the voice of God says, 'Here, take what you need.'"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Keith Herron is senior pastor of Holmeswood Baptist Church in Kansas City, Mo. He holds degrees from Baylor University and Southwestern Baptist Theological Seminary and a doctor of ministry degree from Garrett-Evangelical Theological Seminary in Evanston, Ill. He and his wife, Wanda, have a son and daughter, Ben and Alex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-759761029475117227?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/759761029475117227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=759761029475117227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/759761029475117227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/759761029475117227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/03/grace-available-to-all-with-no.html' title='Grace:  Available to all with no conditions'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-7050800686362863920</id><published>2010-03-28T21:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T21:09:44.919-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For God so loved the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.tangle.com/flash/swf/flvplayer.swf" flashvars="viewkey=eb799088ad2c7bbbaff6" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="330" height="270" name="tangle" align="middle" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-7050800686362863920?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/7050800686362863920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=7050800686362863920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/7050800686362863920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/7050800686362863920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/03/for-god-so-loved-world.html' title='For God so loved the world'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-5821333447408950491</id><published>2010-03-26T20:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T20:45:59.889-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus came to bring healing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/S61VMoB_VhI/AAAAAAAACfM/5ofc-RdPWQI/s1600/physician.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/S61VMoB_VhI/AAAAAAAACfM/5ofc-RdPWQI/s320/physician.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453108399208093202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-5821333447408950491?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/5821333447408950491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=5821333447408950491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/5821333447408950491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/5821333447408950491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/03/jesus-came-to-bring-healing.html' title='Jesus came to bring healing'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/S61VMoB_VhI/AAAAAAAACfM/5ofc-RdPWQI/s72-c/physician.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-4806149992842866555</id><published>2010-03-24T22:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T22:19:06.641-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He brings us peace</title><content type='html'>God is so good. Whenever I am seeking an answer to something, whenever I am troubled by the events happening in my life, God sends me little things that ease my mind and bring me peace. That's been happening a lot over the last few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like everyone else, I find that there are seasons of life that bring challenges. I confess that I don't like them. They are especially rough if I find myself in conflict or disagreement with people I care about. When it happens at home in the family and at church or at work it can leave you unsettled and distraught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The image of the storm comes to mind. Jesus often told stories about storms that come out of nowhere to threaten and scare the disciples. Well I think that happens in life. The good news is that Jesus told us that when we call on him he will bring us peace. I have found this to be true. He does still the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are in the midst of a storm and the waves are threatening to undo you, then call on him. He will come to you with his peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it doesn't happen there are at least three different reasons. First, you may be listening to the wrong voice. God has an enemy who wants to mess up whatever is good in your life. He will jump in and deceive you. He will not bring peace. He will lead you into strife and lead you to fights with people you would never dream of fighting. This happens in churches a lot unfortunately. Second, you may be forgetting to call on Jesus. It is so easy to try and wrestle through things on our own. We may even use the tools he has given us, like the Bible. But if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; involve Jesus then you will never have peace.  Finally, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;testing&lt;/span&gt; may go on and force you to rethink whatever you have been thinking. Maybe it is you who has to change what you are doing or what you are thinking. This is the process that often leads us into repentance. The troubles you may be experiencing could be God's way of getting your attention. He wants to teach you something. It usually involves grace and healing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I have been at peace even though I have been troubled by something that happened. God has helped me reach out to the people involved. In one case there has been prayer and resolution as far as it can be had. In the other there is still more work to be done but I am praying that Jesus will work his will and that there will be peace for my friends who are hurting. I am resting in Jesus right now and feeling his presence in the things that have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is there a storm brewing on the sea you are traveling? Then call on Jesus and invite him into your boat. He will bring you peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-4806149992842866555?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/4806149992842866555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=4806149992842866555&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/4806149992842866555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/4806149992842866555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/03/he-brings-us-peace.html' title='He brings us peace'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-1763549499344217644</id><published>2010-03-23T11:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T11:13:50.931-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving, God's way</title><content type='html'>Here is another song that God sent me this morning through David Warfield, the director of camps and conferences for the American Baptist Churches of Connecticut. It is the theme song for our camping program this summer. It also speaks to God's love. May we all reach out to our brothers and sisters with this kind of grace so that they will feel welcomed at the table of grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gqD9yw8jhzc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/gqD9yw8jhzc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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/1062158041160450923-1763549499344217644?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/1763549499344217644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=1763549499344217644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/1763549499344217644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/1763549499344217644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/03/loving-gods-way.html' title='Loving, God&apos;s way'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-2640916320928746088</id><published>2010-03-23T09:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T09:14:04.475-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God loves you</title><content type='html'>Found this music video this morning and it came at just the right time. Every once in a while God sends us something to lift our soul. I hope it lifts your soul today. God loves you. God forgives you. God wants to spend eternity with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.tangle.com/flash/swf/flvplayer.swf" flashvars="viewkey=f9bd82d772c8360856b4" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="330" height="270" name="tangle" align="middle" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-2640916320928746088?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/2640916320928746088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=2640916320928746088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/2640916320928746088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/2640916320928746088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/03/god-loves-you.html' title='God loves you'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-5317629452087418775</id><published>2010-03-22T19:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T19:46:50.459-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there a welcome there?</title><content type='html'>I recently had a conversation with someone who suggested that a person should be excluded from their congregation because they were living in sin. The thought was that if they wanted to join the church, they needed to repent and clean up their act beforehand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't disagree with the fact that we should all be working on those sinful parts of our lives. The thinking that only those folks who have their act together can become part of the fellowship seems to go against everything I had ever learned about Jesus. The truth is that Jesus seemed to seek out the rejects, the fallen, the broken, the sinner and welcome them in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neil Livingstone says it something like this: In a world of religious in-groups and out-groups, Jesus created a "Come on in" group. The kingdom of God is open to every one who will come, he said. It's like a party to which everyone is invited, rich or poor, employed or unemployed, clean or dirty. So scandalously inclusive was Jesus' teaching that it took decades before his top disciple, Peter, could really accept it (Acts 10) and even Peter waffled in his endorsement of Jesus' come on in policy. It was just too radical. Yet Peter and the other disciples were probably considered just as dirty as most of the people whom the religious leaders often pointed to as being unclean. After all they had a tax collector, a religious zealot and murderer, and a bunch of other very ruddy men in the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that Jesus was crucified because he was the friend to sinners. The religious leaders thought he was polluting the faith by his blatant disregard for the ritual cleanliness laws. A good Jew was not to associative with sinners. Yet Jesus supped with them, healed them, forgave them, loved them. He once told the religious leaders that he had come to seek and save the lost. He then claimed the title of the great physician. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me to the question that has often been asked about the nature of the church. Is it a repository of the saints or a hospital for the sinner? I believe it is the latter. All of us come to the church to be nurtured back to health and wholeness by Christ. It is through our fellowship with one another and the power of the Holy Spirit working in our lives that we come clean over time. Joining a church fellowship is the first step in a process that may take a lifetime, but it is a process that leads to a growing awareness that we are loved and that God is calling us to a more excellent way of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if my friend and I will ever agree. We read the same scriptures but we read them differently. I like to say that I will err on the side of grace and let Jesus sort it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-5317629452087418775?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/5317629452087418775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=5317629452087418775&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/5317629452087418775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/5317629452087418775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/03/is-there-welcome-there.html' title='Is there a welcome there?'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-2645554188607848927</id><published>2010-03-21T21:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T20:31:03.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pushing each other to do our best</title><content type='html'>I am in this weight loss competition with a friend from church. We started off like gang busters with a lot of trash talking while we were still in Mexico on our mission trip. We both had put on a few pounds over he last few years. He wanted to lose weight so he could look good for his daughter's wedding. I wanted to lose weight to put off my doctor's concerns about my blood sugar levels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both jumped at a chance for a weight loss competition. We set our goal at 35 pounds. We agreed that we would weigh in each Sunday after church. The first to reach 35 pounds would win. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a lot of fun so far. We really ribbed each other a lot once the particulars were decided. With a cockiness that Mohamed Ali would be proud of, we went after each other. Even after our initial weigh in we kept goading each other on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three weeks ago we got on the scale and the race was on. The following Sunday I stepped on the scale first. I lost 2 1/2 pounds and was feeling good. Mark stepped on the scale and he blew me away. He lost 8 pounds. He smiled and laughed and I conceded round one. I simply reminded him of the story of the tortoise and the hare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week we stepped up for round two and i lost another 2 1/2. Mark began apologizing right away. He stepped up and the scale showed a 1/2 pound loss. Things had evened out for him. He is ahead but the gap has shrunk going into week three. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our weight loss competition is fun. In the end we will both help each other lose weight and be in a healthier place. It struck me that the church is at its best when we are doing the same thing. When we are challenging each other to grow in faith. That's why Bible studies are so important. We look at the Scriptures and talk about what they are saying to us. Then we see how they apply to what's happening in our lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian McLaren, in his book "A Search for What is Real: Finding Faith," says that if you really want to grow, you need to find a church. He says it is in the church that you can find others who are also seeking to walk with God. He warns us it won't be easy. (Hey the trash talk between Mark and me was pretty brutal.) In the end you will be blessed by the efforts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stay tuned to hear how Mark and I are doing. Meanwhile, check in at your church and   see if there are any Bible studies you can be a part of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-2645554188607848927?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/2645554188607848927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=2645554188607848927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/2645554188607848927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/2645554188607848927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/03/pushing-each-other-to-do-our-best.html' title='Pushing each other to do our best'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-954096528420929396</id><published>2010-03-20T12:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T12:58:07.495-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The long lasting effects of ministry</title><content type='html'>I got my royalty check yesterday. It was a whopping $61.90. The Church Newsletter Handbook was published by Judson Press back in 1997 and every year I have received a nice little check in the mail. The book evolved out of my doctoral project at Andover Newton Theological School and I presented it to Judson for their consideration. They accepted it and then the rewriting began. I worked long and hard to turn it into something that they really were excited about. They had high hopes for it. They printed off 5,000 copies for the first run. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it sold over a thousand copies that first year. It wasn't in league with John Grisham or Stephen King, but for a book about church newsletters, it did very well. Every year I get this little reminder that my hard work in the mid 1990's is still reaching people and paying dividends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time I get that check, I am also reminded that no good deed goes unrewarded. When we reach out and bless someone, it always comes back to us. The Scripture says, "Cast your bread upon the water and it will com3e back to you  in many days..." It is so true. we don't know how or when or even why it works, but when we love someone, share with someone, encourage someone, it always finds its way back to us in some form or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was meeting with a group of colleagues. I was sharing the fact that I was struggling with something that was happening at church. I was blessed by the kind words of encouragement I received from them. One person told me afterwards how I had blessed them with my counsel in a very similar matter a number of years ago and he repeated what I said to him. He told me it was as true today as it was then. He was right and once again, the blessing that was shared in another time and place came back to bless me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cast your bread on the water. Go ahead and reach out to someone in need. Be a friend, share the gospel, lend a helping hand and then rest assured that some day the fruit of that act will come back to you as a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-954096528420929396?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/954096528420929396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=954096528420929396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/954096528420929396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/954096528420929396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/03/long-lasting-effects-of-ministry.html' title='The long lasting effects of ministry'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-4367729010578359762</id><published>2010-03-09T21:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T22:36:56.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day five  - Saturday</title><content type='html'>Saturday was our fourth and final day of work at the church. The week went by so quickly. Unlike the previous three days, we waited to pray until we got to the church. We wanted to establish it as holy ground. I know that sounds silly considering the fact that we were working in a church. Yet, when you are working in concrete and drywall, it feels different. I invited everyone to offer up their work as an act of worship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy Scheuermann finished putting in the copper piping needed to hook up the urinal, toilets, sinks and showers. The guys brought the blocks up as high as time would allow. Upstairs the group actually finished painting one of the rooms and finished prepping most of the others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The work is always more than we can do in the time allowed. Pastors Ramon and Alma would have loved for us to do more but they were so appreciative of what we did do. We gave them a big jump start and we provided the materials for their dreams. This year we worked four mornings and two afternoons. The first two years we came down here we only worked mornings because of the extreme heat. Temps topped 95 - 100 degrees. Last year we came in February and it was a little cooler, only topping 80 degrees. Some of the group decided to go back a couple of afternoons to finish up projects they started in the morning. This year we built that into the schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people wanted to work all four afternoons. I discouraged that. For one thing, no matter how many extra hours we worked, we would only be able to accomplish so much. Second, a part of our mission on these trips is to experience the culture of the people we are working with. Spending four days on church property wouldn't allow us to do that. So we build in these opportunities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we had an extra opportunity as Rick took us to a brand new ministry site in one of the poorest areas of the city. The new church is La Ladrillera. It reaches out to the folks who are brickmakers. You have to see the photos to get a sense of how precious this ministry is. The folks are dirt poor and they live right on the border. It was an eye opening experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon a group of us went into the city. We had a good time picking up a few souvenirs, trying new food and watching the police in action as they rounded up some "women of the evening." We got back to the cars to find that someone had tried to break into one of the vans. That was a bummer. Fortunately Ramon is a police officer and Rick assured us he would help us with whatever we needed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 5:00 p.m. we were back at the church and ready for vacation Bible School. It ewas a beautiful night. It rained a bit during the day and that left the skies looking gorgeous. Amanda captured a few photos that are breath taking. While the kids were in class, sharing three or four Bibles among twenty  or more kids in each class, Mark Hopkins came to me with the suggestion that we buy some Bibles for them to use in the Sunday School. Amanda happened to overhear it and chirped in that she and Jake actually had some money that was given to them to buy something for the children. It was like an answer to prayer. We talked to Mercy and we made plans to make sure it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids came out of their classes and ran for the craft table. They really had fun. We played a variation of musical chairs during game time. Andy played his guitar an when he stopped, the kids had to freeze. They had a blast. After snack Michelle Chaffee  gave away some Barbie Dolls she had brought along and a whole bunch of goodies that Chris Colter had sent along from Mad Science. T turned into a free for all with all of the kids reaching for a prize. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the kids headed home, we packed up the vans and went back to the seminary. It was a great day and a great end of our work week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-4367729010578359762?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/4367729010578359762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=4367729010578359762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/4367729010578359762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/4367729010578359762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-five-saturday.html' title='Day five  - Saturday'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-9192816953196897227</id><published>2010-03-01T09:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T23:08:30.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4 - Friday</title><content type='html'>If we ate like we did on mission trips all the time we would all weigh well over 200 pounds. Of course some of us do and we are over 200 pounds but that’s not the point. The point is that our cooks do a great job. Mark Kane and Mark Salomon are up early and have the food ready for us when we get up. Verna cooks up a great lunch and it is ready for us when we return at 1:00 p.m.  Every night we have left overs and there’s always something good to nibble on. Tonight Left us hot dogs and beans – an authentic American meal. Mark fried them up and we ate all of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group works hard during the day. The work is messy and not very easy. The two major jobs have involved sanding and laying concrete blocks. I felt badly for the people doing the sanding. They were covered with white dust. Everyone wore masks but the dust got into everything and the crew looked like ghosts when they came out into the sunlight. Ramon, helped out today and he did it without the mask. He came out looking like something you see in the zombie movies. He was totally white faced. He wore a big smile though. He was so excited at the progress we were making. We worked a full day today and by the end of the day we were able to prime the big Sunday School room upstairs. That made he people who did all the sanding very happy because they felt they had really made some progress and that they would be able to see he result of all their efforts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bathroom crew was zooming along too. As the bricks were going up Andy Scheuermann began to install the copper piping that would support the toilets, urinals, sinks and showers. Mark Hopkins continued to work on the electrical so that we could supply power to the restrooms. The Salomon men worked in one half and Randy Sargent and Roger Mainville worked the other side. Our goal was to go up at least eight blocks high. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point Mark Salomon and Mark Kane went over to Ramon and Alma’s house to do some more work in their bathroom. They were going to grind out a layer of concrete so that new tile could be installed. That meant getting rid of the sludge and mold that had built up over time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job on these trips is four fold. I’m the chaplain of course. That puts me in charge of the spiritual welfare of the group. My goal is to help the team pray together and reflect on what God is doing in our midst. I do some of the devotionals but I always invite others to take a turn. God has this wonderful way of speaking through others. I admit that it is hard for me to keep quiet but when I do, great things come of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also am the supply sergeant. I am in charge of getting everything people need to do their job once we get there. I work with Rick and Mercy to get what we need. For example today I got directions to the hardware store to get respirators for the two Marks who were working in the bathroom. The masks they had just weren’t doing it. When I dropped in on them the dust was so thick you couldn’t even see them. That wasn’t good.  So I ran out to get them something that would give them better protection. I also picked up some scrapers and a level for the crew.  I am also the one who gets the coffee and snacks for break time. I like that job the best because everyone really appreciates the effort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also the official photographer and media person.  I take photos, collect them from others and put them together in slide shows. I’ve also been trying to keep the world back home updated on what we are doing. We have had wireless internet at the seminary this year and it made it a little easier. The problem is that we have been very busy and I haven’t had a lot of time to write up these entries and post them. For example, this is day four and I am two days behind in getting it posted. I’ve been able to get some things up on facebook I’ll catch on Monday on the way back to San Diego. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I provide is overall leadership. This year I didn’t have another Pastor to bounce things off but the team has really come through. Everyone has accepted more responsibility and made the trip go very smoothly.  I have gone to several people for advice on various matters and they willingly gave it.&lt;br /&gt;Friday was a long day and after lunch the majority of the group went back to the church to finish some of the jobs they were working on. The big room upstairs got its first coat of primer and Andy Scheuermann really made some progress laying the copper pipes. Mark S. and Mark K. went back to Alma’s house to finish cleaning up the bathroom. Melanie S. Lisa L. and Michelle C. stayed back at the seminary and filled water balloons for the night’s games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 5:00 p.m. we went back to the church and participated in Vacation Bible School. Tonight Doreen, Michelle and Erica got up front when the kids sang the Superman song. It was great. When they broke up for classes, Doreen and her crew set up the chameleons the kids were going to make. Matt Salomon and I also figured out where we were going to set up the balloon toss game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We set up the game on the road in front of the church. When the kids came down it turned out to be a big success. Roger, Randy and Mark S. volunteered to take the hits for the team. They sat in chairs with large inner tubes in front of them while the kids tossed water balloons at them. It was very funny and with 150 water balloons the fun last for a while. Carol, Matt and Jake fed the kids the balloons and tried to police the crowd. It was a huge success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the day I had Rick ask Ramon if he and alma were satisfied with the stuff we were doing. Nothing had gone according to plan so far. Chaos usually ruled. The kids didn’t mind. They actually seemed to really enjoy everything we were doing but it was Alma’s opinion who mattered. She and Ramon told Rick they were very pleased. The kids smiles didn’t lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We closed out the games and the kids received a snack and we took off for our annual visit to Dairy Queen. What a blast. We did our devotional there in the middle of Mexicali. It was a familiar setting in a distant land.  It was a perfect end to a busy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-1a.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=720575940403134746&amp;amp;site=widget-1a.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=720575940403134746&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1a.slide.com/p1/720575940403134746/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=720575940403134746&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1a.slide.com/p2/720575940403134746/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=720575940403134746&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1a.slide.com/p4/720575940403134746/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-9192816953196897227?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/9192816953196897227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=9192816953196897227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/9192816953196897227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/9192816953196897227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-4-friday.html' title='Day 4 - Friday'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-4718035385713506903</id><published>2010-02-26T18:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T19:44:55.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day three in Mexico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/S4hVg1R4OQI/AAAAAAAACeE/8WDG0LBMjZA/s1600-h/DSC02917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/S4hVg1R4OQI/AAAAAAAACeE/8WDG0LBMjZA/s320/DSC02917.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442694172223486210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if it is the time change, the amazing energy and enthusiasm or the power of the Holy Spirit but each day our group is up early and ready to go. Yesterday all of the men were up and in the kitchen by shortly after 5:00 a.m. I shouldn’t say this but we took bets on which of the women would be up and out to the dining hall first. It has become a bit of a tradition on these trips where all or most of the men are up and out while the women sleep in a few minutes longer. Of course it helps when you have people like Mark Kane, George Rezendes, and Mark Salomon cooking up big breakfasts for the group. Yesterday Michelle Chaffee took the prize. Of course Andy Scheuermann fixed the contest. After picking Michelle as the first lady to enter, he went outside until a few of the women were up and then he found a way to delay the others and get Michelle to walk through the door first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a good thing I found my cholesterol pills because bacon seems to be the comfort food of the cooks. They start cooking and the bacon begins piling up on the plate. We had pancakes the first morning here and toast and bacon. Not everyone eats what they cook, but those of us who do, are completely satisfied.  At 7:40 a.m. we gather out in the courtyard to check in and do our morning devotional. There is always something to think about I’ve tried to get others to think about taking turns. Last night, for example, the devotion was a simple one. We all had a chance to reflect on where we had seen God that day. This morning I encouraged everyone to be thinking about the fact that each of us were called to be a part of this team because we had something to share. With that thought we prayed and left for El Buen Samaritano. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a good understanding of what we were called to do, the group went right to work. I like this team because they know how to have fun. The friendly banter between Roger Mainville and Randy Sargent seems to get everyone laughing and joining in their fun. Randy has lots of multi colored shirts and Roger has plenty to say about them. Roger is the old man on the team and we get on him good about that. Every night so far, the guys have played cards. I’m not sure what they are playing but they sure make a lot of noise. They seem to be having a lot of fun too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walls of the restrooms at the church are going up slowly. Each cinderblock has to be laid in place with cement to bond them to the next one. The metal rods that run up through them every feet are also cemented in place to give the wall strength. The blocks are staggered and the room I starting to look like a fortress already. Michelle Chaffee, Erica Corbett and Lisa Lapointe were mixing cement and running it over to the guys. Mark and Matt Salomon were working on one side and Roger Mainville and Mark Hopkins were working on the other. Randy Sargent was cutting blocks and they had a pretty smooth operation going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upstairs in the church Jake Shanks, Amanda Duntz, Carol Calkins, Doreen Mainville and Melanie Scheuermann were patching and sanding again. That was a messy job. Dust was everywhere. It is almost too much for any one person to be doing for any length of time. Fortunately, most of the people know their limits and only do a bit more than they should. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We quit for lunch at 12:30 p.m. and headed back to the seminary. Lisa, Erica and Michelle ran the two miles back while the rest of us traveled by van. Today we planned to take the afternoon off. That bothered a few people because they really wanted to keep going. I tried to explain to them that we needed the break and so did the local folks. For example, Pastor Ramon works full time as a police officer on the third shift. On the days we work I understand that he skips sleep and stays with us. That means that on the full days he gets little or no sleep at all. Yet, he is so excited to be with us that he counts it as joy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also take the break and use that free time to get a taste of the surrounding culture. Our mission trip has at least a two fold purpose. We come to do work and to accomplish something real. We also come to get an understanding of the people and the culture in which our missionaries work. Yesterday a group went up to the mountains to one of the newer churches that Rick and Mercy work with. The La Rumorosa congregation was started by a retired pastor and it is doing quite well.  We got a chance to meet the pastor and hear about his ministry. The two vans also got an hour long drive to talk with Rick in one car and Mercy in the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another small group went shopping in Mexicali. We got to see the local merchants and were able to barter with the people to pick up a few souvenirs. Michelle Chaffee was amazed at a pinata store where four foot piñatas in all shapes and sizes were hanging from the rafters and barrels of candy were placed underneath. I got three tee shirts for my girls and a mug. I almost bought a Steelers poncho but I couldn’t get the girl to come down on her price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group that went up the mountains got back late and missed the start of vacation Bible school but the five of us who stayed behind got there on time and enjoyed the singing. Michelle and Erica even went up front and helped with the motions on our favorite new song, “Jesus is better than Superman.” The other group did get there just in time for the classes to begin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we tried to prepare for every scenario, our motto appeared to be working. “Be flexible” was our charge and for the second night in a row things did not go as planned. The kids came streaming down in two groups. The first group went to the craft table and the second group came down before the adults had cleared out of the sanctuary. So we had a balloon race in the street. We also planned a balloon tag and stomp game for the sanctuary but the kids were popping each others balloons even before we had the chance to tell them how to play the game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the final analysis, the kids all had fun even if things didn’t turn out quite how we planned. When we asked Alma and Ram on if they were happy with what we were doing, they replied with a great big smile and a resounding “Yes!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home (can you believe I’m calling it home now?) by 7:30 p.m. and had dinner and a devotional. Michelle Chaffee gave us the thought for the night. She told us about the way she just happened to run into a candy store that had ice cream bars called devotions. Then she pointed out that this is the way God works. He guides us to the places he wants us to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Michelle finished I told the group that a devotion as something you offered up to God. Then I challenged the group to look for things they could offer to God the following day and we broke up for the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-68.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=720575940403131752&amp;amp;site=widget-68.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=720575940403131752&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-68.slide.com/p1/720575940403131752/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=720575940403131752&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-68.slide.com/p2/720575940403131752/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=720575940403131752&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-68.slide.com/p4/720575940403131752/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-4718035385713506903?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/4718035385713506903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=4718035385713506903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/4718035385713506903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/4718035385713506903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-three-in-mexico.html' title='Day three in Mexico'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/S4hVg1R4OQI/AAAAAAAACeE/8WDG0LBMjZA/s72-c/DSC02917.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-6854363581210844271</id><published>2010-02-26T00:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T18:44:22.884-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Two of our Mexican Mission Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/S4dhCOUnu5I/AAAAAAAACd0/gThSMOmHMaY/s1600-h/IMG_1680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/S4dhCOUnu5I/AAAAAAAACd0/gThSMOmHMaY/s320/IMG_1680.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442425365532752786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveling west always messes with people’s internal clocks. In my room, Mark Kane, Jake Shanks and I kept waking up. At one point I noticed Jake was looking at his cell phone to check the time. I thought it had to be at least 5:30 or 6:00 a.m. and I asked Jake about the time. He responded it was 3:00 a.m. We all tried to go back to sleep and slept fitfully until about 5:00 a.m. and the we got up and started the coffee and got the kitchen ready for breakfast. By 5:30 a.m. all of the men were in the kitchen and dining hall. A short while later all the ladies joined us. We had a great breakfast. Mark Kane cooked up pancakes and Mark Salomon helped with the bacon. Matt Salomon made the coffee and Mark Hopkins and Roger chipped in to make toast and wash dishes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 8:00 a.m. we prayed and were on or way to El Buen Samaritano. We were very happy to have the church so close to the seminary. It was a five minute commute. Rick was there to greet us. He outlined the work that needed to be done and the group jumped right on it.  It was a busy day. One group began working on the bathroom walls. It required mixing cement and piling cinder blocks. It looked like it would be a quick and easy job but it was a very time consuming endeavor. &lt;br /&gt;A second group went upstairs and began sanding the walls. That was a messy job. A third group went over to Alma and Ramon’s house to take care of a plumbing problem in heir bathroom. Ramo had all the tools and all the materials laid out and we got right to work. (I should say they got right to work because I did my usual thing – supervise and stay out of the way.) I actually tried to help by moving the 120 lb cement bags to Ricks truck but I cracked a finger nail and started bleeding all over the place so they told me to take it easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We broke for lunch at 12:30 p.m. and came back to the seminary for lunch. Verna is a great cook and we enjoyed chicken and rice. We ate with the ten seminary students and Verna. One of the students prayed in Spanish and we dug right in.&lt;br /&gt;After lunch went back to the church to get in another two hours. We finished up some projects and cleaned up for Vacation Bible School. At 4:00 p.m. we headed back to the seminary to shower and prepare for the first night of Vacation Bible School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made our way back and the kids started rolling in. Before long their were forty kids jumping and singing and excited to be there. They welcomed us and made us feel at home. The night began a little late but before long we were singing and having fun. The funniest thing was a song that featured Jesus in a Superman costume and the lyrics saying Jesus was mightier than Superman, Batman, Spiderman, and even Barney! It was real cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a half hour lesson we were in charge of a crafts and games. The kids were supposed to come in on a rotational model but as soon as they finished the lesson, chaos followed. The kids had a great time making hand prints on the banner and then pouring water into bottles. We gave that game a twist by having our team members put the bottles on their heads. The kids love it and Randy, Jake, Roger and Mark Salomon got a bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a blast and the kids touched our hearts. As Mark Hopkins put it, I came down here to work but seeing the kids and interacting with them has made the trip really special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-2f.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=720575940403130159&amp;amp;site=widget-2f.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=720575940403130159&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-2f.slide.com/p1/720575940403130159/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=720575940403130159&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-2f.slide.com/p2/720575940403130159/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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Dorothy waved good bye and set off on her amazing journey. Along the way she met some interesting people before her journey came to an end. They also learned a lot about themselves and came away with amazing and wonderful insights into the gifts that each of them possessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At 4:30 a.m. on Tuesday, February 23 nine of us left the First Baptist Church parking lot for our adventure to Mexicali. Randy Sargent, Mark Hopkins, Carol Calkins, Mark Kane, Erica Corbett, Michelle Chaffee, Lisa Lapointe, Mark Salomon &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and I sped away in the church van and my Toyota. A light snow began to fall as we got to Route 2 and sped westward. A storm was in the forecast and we hoped to get out before the snow came in earnest. Like the twister that sent Dorothy on her amazing journey to Oz, we were in the middle of a storm as we set off on our mission to Mexico. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We stopped in Colchester and met up with Jake Shanks and Amanda Duntz. They jumped in ready to join us on or adventure. We arrived at the Roncari airport parking an loaded up in the shuttle that would run us over to the airport. We met Andy and Melanie Scheuermann and Roger and Doreen Mainville at the gate and we were off to see our own wizard, the wonderful missionary partners, Rick and Mercy Barnes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We took our seats and were off to Chicago Midway for the first leg of our journey. When we arrived there we met up with Matt Salomon who was coming in from Baltimore to join us on our trip. The whole crew was finally together. We boarded the plane and continued the journey that would take us over the great plains, the Rocky Mountains, the Grand Canyon and on to the Pacific Ocean. We didn’t meet up with any flying monkeys or wicked witches, but we were ready and flexible in case we did encounter anyone or anything that came along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For the first time in three years we picked up our rental cars without incident. Three Toyota minivans were waiting for us and we were assured that the gas pedals passed muster and were safe to drive. We were off on our journey through the mountains and the desert of the California southern coast. After two and a half hours in the car, eight hours in planes and airports. At 3:35 p.m. we arrived in Calexico and had lunch/dinner at Carl Jr.s while we waited to meet Rick and Mercy. By 4:30 p.m. we were heading across the border to our home for the next seven days at the Nosostros Con Dios Seminary in Mexicali. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We had our orientation, put our things in our barracks and then headed over to El Buen Samaritano to meet with Ramon and Alma to go over what we would be doing and to deliver invitations to the kids in the neighborhood to join us at Vacation Bible School this week. Ramon and Alma were so pleased to see us. Ramon began talking about the number of projects he had planned. We were going to build the cinderblock walls around the bathrooms and then put a roof over them. He also planned to finish mudding and sanding the walls upstairs in the church. They hadn’ done very much with the upstairs addition since we left last year. If everything went well he wanted us to paint the walls too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I found it very interesting that even though Ramon couldn’t speak any English, most of thre crew could understand what he was saying through a few key words and hand gestures. Construction seems to have a universal language of its own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was dark by the time Alma divided us up in teams to go around the neighborhood with fliers. We went in teams of three or four with a host from the church.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am not sure how it worked in other groups, but we went with Alma. She began by knocking on a few doors and then she encouraged us to go to the doors. Mark Hopkins, Andy Scheuermann and I were tentative at first but we went. Then Alma would jump in and explain. By the time we finished we were even saying a few words like “hello “and “good buy.” I even was able to say this is an invitation to Bible school at the church. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We finished up and then went back to the seminary and most of the group settled in for the night. A few hearty souls decided to brave the night and head out to Walmart for our first visit of the outing. We picked up a few supplies and had a good time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A few others played cards in the dining room and were glad to be able to relax for a few minutes. By 9:00 p.m. we were all in be after a long first day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-b7.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=720575940403129527&amp;amp;site=widget-b7.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=720575940403129527&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b7.slide.com/p1/720575940403129527/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=720575940403129527&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b7.slide.com/p2/720575940403129527/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=720575940403129527&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b7.slide.com/p4/720575940403129527/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1062158041160450923-5253859613336985647?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/5253859613336985647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=5253859613336985647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/5253859613336985647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/5253859613336985647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-we-did-on-our-mexican-mission-trip.html' title='What we did on our Mexican Mission Trip'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/S4daGRaxhdI/AAAAAAAACds/1LY8-OSZwZA/s72-c/IMG_1645.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-629965003231888580</id><published>2010-02-21T20:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T21:24:40.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cadillac delivery</title><content type='html'>I stopped at the red light and a Cadillac pulled up next to me. There's nothing special about that. But when it pulled away I noticed the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dominos&lt;/span&gt; sign on the roof and I had to laugh. How many people expect to have their pizza served in a Cadillac. Now that's service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me think about what God did at Calvary. He didn't send a prophet. He didn't send a priest. He came himself. It's like he came to deliver our salvation in a Cadillac. He gave us his very best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-629965003231888580?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/629965003231888580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=629965003231888580&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/629965003231888580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/629965003231888580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/02/cadillac-delivery.html' title='Cadillac delivery'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-6014637230743774337</id><published>2010-02-17T22:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T23:03:02.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Embrace the call</title><content type='html'>Imagine that you had to decide today what you were going to do about something that might change the direction of your life. What would you do? Would you hesitate and put off the decision a day or two? Would you embrace it and enjoy the adventure? Would you turn it down right away and keep going the way you are going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer will be different for everyone. You may have to consider the opinion of a significant other. You may have been burned in the past and are afraid it will happen again. You may be comfortable with your life as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jesus confronted Andrew and Simon and asked them to follow him, they accepted the call without hesitation. When Jesus met Matthew at his tax station, he left it and followed Jesus that day. James and john left their nets to follow him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know it may have been different for them because they were able to look into his eyes. But that call comes to us today through people who know and love Jesus. Then they come to us and invite us to follow him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That call came for me when I was a boy. I'm one of the lucky ones because I've had the joy of following him my whole life. His call morphed into a call to be a pastor. I used to think that meant to serve a church and minister to a small group of people who belonged there. Over the years that has changed. As I have grown in my faith and understanding of this call to follow Christ, I now understand my call to ministry as a call to serve anyone God directs to me. Believe me, God sends a lot of people my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same thing is true for you. God invites us to not only follow him, but also to reach out to others with the good news. He calls us to share our lives and our stories with the people God sends across our paths. It has always been that way. We sit at his feet for a bit and then we go out to share his grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Jesus changes our lives. Let me tell you from personal experience that it is a good thing. So don't hesitate if he comes knocking on your door. Embrace the opportunity and go with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-6014637230743774337?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/6014637230743774337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=6014637230743774337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/6014637230743774337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/6014637230743774337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/02/embrace-call.html' title='Embrace the call'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-439053154415933537</id><published>2010-02-16T08:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T08:38:20.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If I knew</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;IF  I KNEW &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;If I knew it would be the last time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;That I'd see you fall  asleep, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;I would tuck you in more tightly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;and pray the Lord, your soul to  keep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;If I knew it would be the last time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;that I see you walk out  the door, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;I would give you a hug and kiss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;and call you back for one  more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;If I knew it would be the last time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;I'd hear your voice lifted  up in praise, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;I would video tape each action and word, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;so I could play  them back day after day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;If I knew it would be the last time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;I  could spare an extra minute &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;to stop and say "I love you," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;instead of  assuming you would KNOW I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;If I knew it would be the last time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;I  would be there to share your day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;Well I'm sure you'll have so many more,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;so I can let just this one slip away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;For surely there's always  tomorrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;to make up for an oversight, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;and we always get a second chance  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;to make everything just right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;There will always be another day  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;to say "I love you," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;And certainly there's another chance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;to say our  "Anything I can do?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;But just in case I might be wrong, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;and today is  all I get, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;I'd like to say how much I love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;and I hope we never  forget. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;Tomorrow is not promised to anyone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;young or old alike,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;And today may be the last chance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;you get to hold your loved one tight.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;So if you're waiting for tomorrow, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;why not do it today? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;For if  tomorrow never comes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;you'll surely regret the day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;That you didn't  take that extra time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;for a smile, a hug, or a kiss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;and you were too busy  to grant someone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;what turned out to be their one last wish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;So hold  your loved ones close today, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;and whisper in their ear, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;Tell them how  much you love them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;and that you'll always hold them dear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;Take time  to say "I'm sorry," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;"Please forgive me," "Thank you," or "It's okay."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;And if tomorrow never comes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;you'll have no regrets about today.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span family="SCRIPT"    style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-439053154415933537?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/439053154415933537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=439053154415933537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/439053154415933537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/439053154415933537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-i-knew.html' title='If I knew'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-7214780221701215737</id><published>2010-02-15T22:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T22:43:55.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Look in the mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;This is a hard hitting poem. It is kind of like looking in the mirror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked, confused, bewildered &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;As I entered Heaven's door,       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;                        Not by the beauty of it all,                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;                        Nor the lights or its decor.                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;                                                                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;                       But it was the folks in Heaven                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;                       Who made me sputter and gasp--                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;                    The thieves, the liars, the sinners,                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;                       The alcoholics and the trash.                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;                                                                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;                   There stood the kid from seventh grade                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;                      Who swiped my lunch money twice.                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;                      Next to him was my old neighbour                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;                       Who never said anything nice.                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;                                                                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;                         Herb, who I always thought                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;                         Was rotting away in hell,                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;                     Was sitting pretty on cloud nine,                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;                          Looking incredibly well.                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;                                                                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;                     I nudged Jesus, 'What's the deal?                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;                      I would love to hear Your take.                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;                    How'd all these sinners get up here?                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;                        God must've made a mistake.                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;                                                                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;                       'And why's everyone so quiet,                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;                        So sombre - give me a clue.'                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;               'Hush, child,' He said, 'they're all in shock.               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;                   No one thought they'd be seeing you.'                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;                                                                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;                                 JUDGE NOT.                                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;                                                                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;        Remember...Just going to church doesn't make you a &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1266291663_13"&gt;Christian&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;          any more than standing in your garage makes you a car .           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;                                                                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;                         Every saint has a PAST....                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;                         Every sinner has a FUTURE!                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;                                                                    &lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-7214780221701215737?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/7214780221701215737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=7214780221701215737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/7214780221701215737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/7214780221701215737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/02/look-in-mirror.html' title='Look in the mirror'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-2719494686518070715</id><published>2010-02-15T21:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T22:07:58.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God lives under the bed</title><content type='html'>A friend sent this to me. I don't know where it came from or if it is real. But it speaks to the essential truth of life and faith. Read it and think about it. I wish I could learn to live the simple life and see things as they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD LIVES UNDER THE BED                                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I       envy Kevin. My brother, Kevin, thinks God lives under his bed. At least       that's what I heard him say one night.                                                                                                                                                        He       was praying out loud in his dark bedroom, and I stopped to listen, 'Are       you there, God?' he said. 'Where are you? Oh, I see. Under the bed...'                                                                                                                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I       giggled softly and tiptoed off to my own room. Kevin's unique       perspectives are often a source of amusement. But that night something       else lingered long after the humor.  I realized for the first time       the very different world Kevin lives in.                                                                                                                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He       was born 30 years ago, mentally disabled as a result of difficulties       during labor. Apart from his size (he's 6-foot-2), there are few ways in       which he is an adult.                                                   He       reasons and communicates with the capabilities of a 7-year-old, and he       always will. He will probably always believe that God lives under his       bed, that Santa Claus is the one who fills the space under our tree every       Christmas and that airplanes stay up in the sky because angels carry       them.                                                   I       remember wondering if Kevin realizes he is different. Is he ever       dissatisfied with his monotonous life?                                                   Up       before dawn each day, off to work at a workshop for the disabled, home to       walk our cocker spaniel, then returns to eat his favorite       macaroni-and-cheese for dinner, and later to bed.                                                                                                                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The       only variation in the entire scheme is laundry, when he hovers excitedly       over the washing machine like a mother with her newborn child.                                                   He       does not seem dissatisfied.                                                                                                                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He       lopes out to the bus every morning at 7:05, eager for a day of simple       work.                                                   He       wrings his hands excitedly while the water boils on the stove before       dinner, and he stays up late twice a week to gather our dirty laundry for       his next day's laundry chores.                                                                                                                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And       Saturdays - oh, the bliss of Saturdays! That's the day my Dad takes Kevin       to the airport to have a soft drink, watch the planes land, and speculate       loudly on the destination of each passenger inside. 'That one's goin' to       Chi-car-go! ' Kevin shouts as he claps his hands.                                                                                                                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His       anticipation is so great he can hardly sleep on Friday nights.                                                   And       so goes his world of daily rituals and weekend field trips..                                                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He doesn't know what it means to be       discontent.                                                   His       life is simple.                                                   He       will never know the entanglements of wealth of power, and he does not       care what brand of clothing he wears or what kind of food he eats. His       needs have always been met, and he never worries that one day they may       not be.                                                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His       hands are diligent. Kevin is never so happy as when he is working. When       he unloads the dishwasher or vacuums the carpet, his heart is completely       in it.                                                   He       does not shrink from a job when it is begun, and he does not leave a job       until it is finished. But when his tasks are done, Kevin knows how to       relax.                                                   He       is not obsessed with his work or the work of others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His heart is pure.                                                   He       still believes everyone tells the truth, promises must be kept, and when       you are wrong, you apologize instead of argue.                                                   Free       from pride and unconcerned with appearances, Kevin is not afraid to cry       when he is hurt, angry or sorry. He is always transparent, always       sincere. And he trusts God.                                                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not       confined by intellectual reasoning, when he comes to Christ, he comes as       a child. Kevin seems to know God - to really be friends with Him in a way       that is difficult for an 'educated' person to grasp. God seems like his       closest companion.                                                   In       my moments of doubt and frustrations with my Christianity, I envy the       security Kevin has in his simple faith.                                                   It       is then that I am most willing to admit that he has some divine knowledge       that rises above my mortal questions.                                                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It       is then I realize that perhaps he is not the one with the handicap. I am.       My obligations, my fear, my pride, my circumstances - they all become       disabilities when I do not trust them to God's care.                                                   Who       knows if Kevin comprehends things I can never learn? After all, he has       spent his whole life in that kind of innocence, praying after dark and       soaking up the goodness and love of God.                                                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And       one day, when the mysteries of heaven are opened, and we are all amazed       at how close God really is to our hearts, I'll realize that God heard the       simple prayers of a boy who believed that God lived under his bed.                                                   Kevin       won't be surprised at all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-2719494686518070715?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/2719494686518070715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=2719494686518070715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/2719494686518070715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/2719494686518070715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/02/god-lives-under-bed.html' title='God lives under the bed'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-7282007492086768375</id><published>2010-02-15T21:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:41:42.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God has an answer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black;"&gt;HANDY LITTLE CHART&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: navy;"&gt;- GOD HAS A POSITIVE ANSWER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;table class="EC_MsoNormalTable" style="width: 100%;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="3" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in 0.75pt; width: 36%;" valign="top" width="36%"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: green;"&gt;YOU SAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt 0.75pt 0in; width: 39%;" valign="top" width="39%"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red;"&gt;GOD SAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in 0.75pt; width: 24%;" valign="top" width="24%"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1266287855_54"&gt;BIBLE VERSES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt 0.75pt 0in 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: green;"&gt;You say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;'It's impossible'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt 0.75pt 0in 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red;"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;All things are possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt 0.75pt 0in 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: blue;"&gt;(Luke 18:27)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt 0.75pt 0in 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: green;"&gt;You say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;'I'm too tired'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt 0.75pt 0in 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red;"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;I will give you rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt 0.75pt 0in 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: blue;"&gt;(Matthew 11:28-30)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt 0.75pt 0in 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: green;"&gt;You say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;'Nobody really loves me'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt 0.75pt 0in 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red;"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt 0.75pt 0in 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: blue;"&gt;(John 3:16 &amp;amp; John 3:34 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt 0.75pt 0in 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: green;"&gt;You say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;'I can't go on'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt 0.75pt 0in 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red;"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;My grace is sufficient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt 0.75pt 0in 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: blue;"&gt;(II Corinthians 12:9 &amp;amp; Psalm 91:15)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt 0.75pt 0in 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: green;"&gt;You say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;'I can't figure things out'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt 0.75pt 0in 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red;"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;I will direct your steps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt 0.75pt 0in 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: blue;"&gt;(Proverbs 3:5-6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt 0.75pt 0in 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: green;"&gt;You say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;'I can't do it'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt 0.75pt 0in 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red;"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;You can do all things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt 0.75pt 0in 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: blue;"&gt;(Philippians 4:13)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt 0.75pt 0in 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: green;"&gt;You say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;'I'm not able'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt 0.75pt 0in 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red;"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;I am able&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt 0.75pt 0in 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: blue;"&gt;(II Corinthians 9:8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt 0.75pt 0in 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: green;"&gt;You say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;'It's not worth it'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt 0.75pt 0in 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red;"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;It will be worth it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt 0in 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: blue;"&gt;(Roman 8:28 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt 0.75pt 0in 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: green;"&gt;You say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;'I can't forgive myself'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt 0.75pt 0in 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red;"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;I Forgive you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt 0.75pt 0in 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: blue;"&gt;(I John 1:9 &amp;amp; Romans 8:1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt 0.75pt 0in 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: green;"&gt;You say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;'I can't manage'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt 0.75pt 0in 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red;"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;I will supply all your needs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt 0.75pt 0in 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: blue;"&gt;(Philippians 4:19)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt 0.75pt 0in 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: green;"&gt;You say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;'I'm afraid'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt 0.75pt 0in 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: red;"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;I have not given you a spirit of fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt 0.75pt 0in 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: blue;"&gt;(II Timothy 1:7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt 0.75pt 0in 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: green;"&gt;You say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;'I'm always worried and frustrated'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt 0.75pt 0in 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red;"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Cast all your cares on ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt 0.75pt 0in 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: blue;"&gt;(I Peter 5:7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt 0.75pt 0in 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: green;"&gt;You say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;'I'm not smart enough'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt 0.75pt 0in 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red;"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;I give you wisdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt 0.75pt 0in 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: blue;"&gt;(I Corinthians 1:30)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt 0.75pt 0in 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: green;"&gt;You say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;'I feel all alone'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt 0.75pt 0in 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red;"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;I will never leave you or forsake you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-7282007492086768375?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/7282007492086768375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=7282007492086768375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/7282007492086768375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/7282007492086768375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/02/god-has-answer.html' title='God has an answer'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-8016514087503275537</id><published>2010-02-15T16:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T17:10:27.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it time to renew our vows?</title><content type='html'>In our Protestant Churches an installation service for a new Pastor is kind of like a wedding. All the hope and promise is there. So are the words of warning and encouragement. Both parties are asked to make a vow. Both are given responsibilities. There is music and glitz and glamor and a big feast after wards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These thought came back to me again on Sunday afternoon as Rev. Nancy Morrow was installed as the new pastor of the Central Baptist Church in Norwich. It was a very nice service with lots of music and an upbeat, hopeful mood. It also seemed very appropriate that it was held on Valentine's Day when I thought about it later in the day. I was glad to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was reflecting on the day this morning, I felt a little jealous. I wished there was some way we could do something like that for us here at First Baptist. I've been here twenty fifth years come June.  It has been a great run for us at the First Baptist Church of Norwich. I began in 1985 and was hoping that I could last five years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a young pastor right out of seminary. I was blessed with a wonderful mentor growing up. My pastor took the time to talk to me about church and taught me all about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pastoring&lt;/span&gt;. When I went to seminary I met a pastor who was the model of integrity and I worked with him and learned from him. In my second year of seminary I was called to serve a small congregation in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Charlestown&lt;/span&gt;, Rhode Island. I met a great pastor in a neighboring town after I had been there for a short time. He shepherded me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; those first days of ministry.  When I came to Norwich I was excited and ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first sermon was entitled "Where No Man Has Gone Before" and I laid out my plan for a five year mission. I said we could reevaluate things at the end of that time. I just hoped they still wanted me when we got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ministry in Norwich has now been a series of five year missions. It seems like every five years we get a chance to look back and look ahead. Life has certainly changed as we finish up our fifth mission together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first mission was one of discovery and getting to know the the universe together. The second mission was one of growth and exploration. I got my doctorate during those year and kept trying new things. The third mission was one of rapid advancement and colonization, if you will. We grew and brought in new members. We began expanding our sports ministries and our music ministries. We added services and tried lots of new things. The fourth mission was a time of renewing and reorganizing. We began interacting more with our community and our sister churches. The fifth five year year mission was a time of rethinking and redirecting our ministry. We began to see our mission as one of transformation. It included mission trips and a mission church emphasis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lori and I have been married 28 years this May and both of us have changed so much in that time. That's what happens in marriages. It happens in churches too. Maybe we need to celebrate the past this summer and have a big 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Anniversary service where we do a re installation service. It could be like a renewal of vows. Let's invite the preacher in (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ABCCONN&lt;/span&gt;) and do it again. Then again, maybe we don't need to do that. We don't have to do it formally but we do need to do it informally as we make that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;recommitment&lt;/span&gt; to continue to work together for the good of God's kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that whether it is in a marriage, a church relationship or a personal relationship with our Lord, it is important to continually renew your commitment to one another. We can't take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;each&lt;/span&gt; other for granted. We must remain committed to sharing the love and the grace that is part of that relationship. Too often we let our relationship to God slide when we get busy. We stop going to worship. We forget to pause and pray. We begin falling into bad habits. Before you know it we have grown apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked me why so many marriages fail. I told them because we stop dating and stat taking each other for granted. The same is true with God. We need to keep that spark of love and faith alive by rekindling it every day. That's the only way it will last an eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you and God have drifted recently. Maybe it's time to renew your vows. He's waiting. It's up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-8016514087503275537?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/8016514087503275537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=8016514087503275537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/8016514087503275537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/8016514087503275537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/02/is-it-time-to-renew-our-vows.html' title='Is it time to renew our vows?'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-5494348335962244511</id><published>2010-02-13T16:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T16:32:04.161-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;EARLY VALENTINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       A friend sent an early "Valentine" this Feb. 14th.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;For God so lo&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;ed the world,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                              That He G&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                        His on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                                                          Begott&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;n&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                       So&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;hat whosoever&lt;br /&gt;    Believeth &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;n Him&lt;br /&gt;                                                       Should &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ot  perish,&lt;br /&gt;                                          But have &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;verlasting life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                                                  John 3:16&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-5494348335962244511?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/5494348335962244511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=5494348335962244511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/5494348335962244511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/5494348335962244511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-6147995005433469912</id><published>2010-02-13T15:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T16:24:24.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10pt;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10pt;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="MA1.1264736066" alt="cid:1.3050076784@web37408.mail.mud.yahoo.com" src="http://webmail.aol.com/30746-111/aol-1/en-us/mail/get-attachment.aspx?uid=1.25249646&amp;amp;folder=NewMail&amp;amp;partId=4" height="629" width="630" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  When I say good morning I mean to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G-od&lt;br /&gt;O-ffers us His&lt;br /&gt;O-utstanding&lt;br /&gt;D-evotion to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-ake us&lt;br /&gt;O-bedient and&lt;br /&gt;R-eady for a&lt;br /&gt;N-ew day with Him.&lt;br /&gt;I-nspire others please, and&lt;br /&gt;N-ever forget&lt;br /&gt;G-od loves you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-6147995005433469912?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/6147995005433469912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=6147995005433469912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/6147995005433469912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/6147995005433469912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/02/good-morning.html' title='Good morning'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-3175988623869092560</id><published>2010-02-13T08:51:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T16:23:32.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth will set you free</title><content type='html'>I finally went to see the movie &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Avatar&lt;/span&gt; yesterday. It was a very good movie, much better than I expected from the previews. I may write about the actual movie later. Today I want to talk about the $2.50 surcharge for the movie because it was in 3-D. What is that about? When I first got the special glasses I thought it was because the quality of the glasses was so much better than they were in previous generations. There were a hard plastic. They didn't rip like the old ones. I could see why there might be an extra expense but what if you saw the movie more than once. could you get the $2.50 waived if you showed your glasses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about this when I approached the theater and saw the bin calling for you to return your glasses after the movie. I couldn't believe it. I had made up a rationale for the additional cost and that bin sent my reasoning right out the window. Why the extra cost if you were supposed to give the glasses back? It just didn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouldn't say this, but I kept my glasses after the movie just so I could get my $2.50 worth. Even though they may not let me use them or give me a discount the next time I see a 3-D movie in the theater., I will now have a pair to wear at home when I rent the movie on DVD. Am I a bad person? Well that is also the subject of another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really want to talk about is the way our brain makes sense of the world. Have you ever noticed that when there is a question in your life, it needs to be answered? We are always quick to come up with some explanation. Most of us even make something up if we need to. I'll give you an example. When I was in seminary my professor told us of a former student who came to him with a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new pastor had gone to his first church and had a disagreement with his Board of Deacons. They wanted him to sit behind the table and serve them as they served the congregation. The student said that he couldn't do that. It was sacrilegious. He told them that the only one who should sit behind the table was Jesus. He preferred serving them from the front of the table. That was his role as a follower of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Deacons insisted that they had been serving communion this way for as long as they could remember and no former pastor had ever objected. So the pastor went back to his professor to get his opinion. (He really went to him to exonerate himself by getting the theological position he could bring back and support his position with. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor listened to him and asked him how he arrived at this idea. The pastor then told him that he learned it at seminary. They always put Jesus in the seat of honor behind the table in the college chapel. The professor asked him who told him that. As the pastor thought about it, he said that he couldn't remember but someone must have told him that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor laughed and then proceeded to tell the young pastor that the reason no one sat behind the communion table in the chapel was because the table was bolted to the wall. There was nothing theological about it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That pastor simply saw a situation and made up a theological rationale for it. As I said before, we do it all the time. We take what we know and apply it to a situation. Our brain fills in the gaps. Most of the time it is harmless. But when it comes to life and death situations, we better know if what we are dealing with is the truth or a mental construct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why it is so important for us as Christians to read and know our Bible. It is our foundation. We need to know what Jesus said. We need to know what was important to him. We need to understand the history of Israel and where Jesus fits into that story. We need to understand sin and what it really is. We need to know why Jesus came and what he died for. We need to know the truth because it will set us free. Jesus said that. I believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-3175988623869092560?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/3175988623869092560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=3175988623869092560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/3175988623869092560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/3175988623869092560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/02/truth-will-set-you-free.html' title='The truth will set you free'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-8949128601453413736</id><published>2010-02-11T22:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T22:34:10.422-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Get recharged</title><content type='html'>I am up and running again tonight. For two days I was without my laptop. Since last Sunday afternoon I've had a problem with my power adaptor. It stopped working. That left me with a computer that wouldn't turn on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully I was able to order an new power cord and it arrived this afternoon. It was as simple as that. I plugged it in and I was reborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find church is like that. When I am run down and not working properly, I need to find a place to worship and recharge my batteries. god speaks to me when I come to worship. He lifts my spirits and gets me going again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you feeling a little down? Go to church this week. Let God recharge your batteries and get you up and running again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-8949128601453413736?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/8949128601453413736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=8949128601453413736&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/8949128601453413736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/8949128601453413736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/02/get-recharged.html' title='Get recharged'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-398212903328920969</id><published>2010-02-10T08:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T08:02:40.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazed by Jesus</title><content type='html'>I don't get into the snow like some people. It just makes me sad. so when I found this clip this morning it brightened my day. I hope you are amazed by Jesus and really enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.tangle.com/flash/swf/flvplayer.swf" flashvars="viewkey=2dfdc46320d68bb56a67" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="330" height="270" name="tangle" align="middle" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062158041160450923-398212903328920969?l=pastorcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/feeds/398212903328920969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062158041160450923&amp;postID=398212903328920969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/398212903328920969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062158041160450923/posts/default/398212903328920969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorcal.blogspot.com/2010/02/amazed-by-jesus.html' title='Amazed by Jesus'/><author><name>Cal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01348893947793570154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2x2mbtw4y3Q/SQ-1-DghTgI/AAAAAAAABgA/04c8_766kdM/S220/IMG_7261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062158041160450923.post-6115809707271775440</id><published>2010-02-08T15:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T15:56:47.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The house guest</title><content type='html'>On January 28&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Max &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lucado's&lt;/span&gt; calendar says "Fear will always knock on your door. Just don't invite it in for dinner, and for heaven's sake don't offer it a bed for the night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What great imagery. Fear has a way of becoming real and it takes on a personality of it's own. I can't tell you how many nights I have let a worry or a fear pester me. When that happens it is like having a person in the house with you nagging you and beating you down. What's worse is when it wakes you up in the middle of the night and won't let you get back to sleep. Then it keeps after you until you give in and let it have its way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how many times Jesus told his disciples not to be afraid? He did it all the time. He wanted them to know that He was with them and God would not leave abandon them. That's good news for us too. When it seems like everyone else has left us, God is still at our side, silently standing watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the illustration I heard about the coming of age ritual of one of the Native American tribes from another era. They would take the young man out into the woods blindfolded and then leave him to survive the night. The sounds, the dark images that appeared through his mask would leave him frightened but he dare not speak out. Then as dawn approached he could remove the mask. And there within sight he would find his father or uncle at a safe distance away keeping watch. He was never alone and in any danger at all. So it is with us as God keeps watch. So don't let fear into your house. 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