<?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-6030655385456984428</id><updated>2011-10-03T10:26:14.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Conexus</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>611</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-7541782952536604974</id><published>2011-06-28T10:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T10:53:12.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busyness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4tDmRpHOiSY/Tgn40S4ezoI/AAAAAAAABek/LUk8XBnWRtQ/s1600/Busy%2Boperator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4tDmRpHOiSY/Tgn40S4ezoI/AAAAAAAABek/LUk8XBnWRtQ/s400/Busy%2Boperator.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623299187054399106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Question: So, how are things going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the new common question and answer from me, from friends, from colleagues, from everyone. The common response in the past is to be fine, but now everything is busy. At some point, there was a transitional response that happened from fine to busy. There has been a cultural shift that defined busy was a better term than fine. I think it is a shift in translation that happened in the last three years, since the economy has been hindered. Busy showed that we had work, which too often was a positive answer. But, it needs to end at some point in dialogue with trusted individuals. I say it too much. The truth is that I really am busy most of the time.  It can be good, but in many ways I am realizing it also is not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am learning that busyness may be my great deterrent to true community. I am busy and many of my friends know that I am busy. What this communicates to my friends is that I don’t have time for them. Friends begin to think that if I am busy, I don’t need them. When you are busy or fine, it is a common answer that says I don’t need you right now. Being busy is a common answer for: "Stay out of my life... I don’t have time for you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am busy, I choose to not engage in community. It is a verbal and chosen time response to friendship. When I am busy, I am actively not inviting others into my life. But, in my head I think that busy is good. In all reality, being busy is selfish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are times that people really are busy and need to focus on the task at hand to address a given problem. But if we are too busy to engage in relationships, we have a problem. When we respond and tell you we are too busy, too often, we need help. We really need deep relationship, comforting and concern. The result of being extra busy is loneliness and depression. You may not relate with this, but I truly need freedom from being busy. Time is of the essence. If you are not busy, you are setting an example for the rest of us. Please take time to engage people that are too busy. We need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-7541782952536604974?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/7541782952536604974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/7541782952536604974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2011/06/busyness.html' title='Busyness...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4tDmRpHOiSY/Tgn40S4ezoI/AAAAAAAABek/LUk8XBnWRtQ/s72-c/Busy%2Boperator.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-3110447079168881632</id><published>2011-04-15T14:41:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T14:48:09.751-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be The Church...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="medium"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“We Are The Sermon” Day, or WATS Day,  will take place at SoHills this Sunday, April 17.    For the seventh straight year, WATS Day will be an opportunity for Christians across the city of Abilene to honor God by providing   works-of-service to people in our community living in difficult   situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATS Day = the church is leaving the building.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/21442479" frameborder="0" height="225" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/21442479"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-3110447079168881632?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/3110447079168881632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/3110447079168881632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2011/04/be-church.html' title='Be The Church...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-4328411296888507266</id><published>2011-04-13T11:30:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T11:37:04.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Change...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EMbRgQzEHHc/TaXQ-lNcwVI/AAAAAAAABeA/u0m_UnGwx6Q/s1600/Paint%2BInto%2BA%2BCorner.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 360px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EMbRgQzEHHc/TaXQ-lNcwVI/AAAAAAAABeA/u0m_UnGwx6Q/s400/Paint%2BInto%2BA%2BCorner.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595107885636698450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I don't know if it's that I like change so much as that I dislike doing the same thing when it's not working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-4328411296888507266?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/4328411296888507266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/4328411296888507266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2011/04/change.html' title='Change...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EMbRgQzEHHc/TaXQ-lNcwVI/AAAAAAAABeA/u0m_UnGwx6Q/s72-c/Paint%2BInto%2BA%2BCorner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-187273449055556588</id><published>2011-02-16T08:56:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T09:07:08.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Leadership Basics...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GXMMD2m9g4I/TVvmnv_Cm-I/AAAAAAAABdw/8_iQscg6YtA/s1600/leadership%2Bavenue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 95px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GXMMD2m9g4I/TVvmnv_Cm-I/AAAAAAAABdw/8_iQscg6YtA/s400/leadership%2Bavenue.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574302534371285986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1) &lt;b&gt;Be responsible.&lt;/b&gt; If you say you are going to take care of it, then take care of it.&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;2) &lt;b&gt;Be professional.&lt;/b&gt; Arrive on time. Actually be early. And be organized.&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;3) &lt;b&gt;Be the best.&lt;/b&gt; Get better every day at what you do.&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;4) &lt;b&gt;Be humble.&lt;/b&gt; Talk less. Listen more.&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;5) B&lt;b&gt;e proactive.&lt;/b&gt; Not reactive. Respond and initiate before being told to, or asked to, by your supervisor or peers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6030655385456984428-187273449055556588?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/187273449055556588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/187273449055556588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2011/02/leadership-basics.html' title='Leadership Basics...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GXMMD2m9g4I/TVvmnv_Cm-I/AAAAAAAABdw/8_iQscg6YtA/s72-c/leadership%2Bavenue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-5690588014557478840</id><published>2011-02-04T17:04:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T17:15:01.811-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sustaining Leadership...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TUyHjRarSZI/AAAAAAAABdo/LhK5DQ4mcKU/s1600/LEADS.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TUyHjRarSZI/AAAAAAAABdo/LhK5DQ4mcKU/s400/LEADS.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569975879190923666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div&gt;This insightful quote from &lt;a href="http://www.btsr.edu/s/918/index.aspx?sid=918&amp;amp;gid=1&amp;amp;pgid=364"&gt;Israel Galindo's&lt;/a&gt; book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Perspectives-Congregational-Leadership-effective-leadership/dp/0971576572/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1296860734&amp;amp;sr=8-4"&gt;Perspectives On Congregational Leadership&lt;/a&gt; has deep implications for all of us who desire to be Christ-like leaders:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here is the heart of what it takes to sustain leadership. We move from the impossible--controlling others--to the merely difficult--managing ourselves.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;We can in fact manage ourselves, if we choose to. We cannot control others. But we can offer our point of view, challenge them, and give them room to respond.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-5690588014557478840?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/5690588014557478840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/5690588014557478840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2011/02/sustaining-leadership.html' title='Sustaining Leadership...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TUyHjRarSZI/AAAAAAAABdo/LhK5DQ4mcKU/s72-c/LEADS.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-3986130363531117338</id><published>2011-02-04T16:43:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T17:00:40.107-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Defining The Real Problem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I got an iPad recently.  And one of the iPad apps I've already found to be quiet useful as a personal brainstorming tool is Whiteboard. I find myself using Whiteboad to think in pictures, and to scribble out a quick thought.  Like the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TUyEK5_lizI/AAAAAAAABdg/K8npBvP1xv0/s1600/real-problem.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TUyEK5_lizI/AAAAAAAABdg/K8npBvP1xv0/s400/real-problem.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569972162051541810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Could we be addressing issues, symptoms, reactions… attempting to correct a problem… but the real problem continues to be unaddressed?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-3986130363531117338?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/3986130363531117338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/3986130363531117338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2011/02/defining-real-problem.html' title='Defining The Real Problem...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TUyEK5_lizI/AAAAAAAABdg/K8npBvP1xv0/s72-c/real-problem.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-4440887399752934256</id><published>2011-01-21T16:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T16:59:59.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Jude Flowchart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TToPjoGZa2I/AAAAAAAABdU/_oZpKTYbXIw/s1600/Hey-Jude-flowchart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TToPjoGZa2I/AAAAAAAABdU/_oZpKTYbXIw/s400/Hey-Jude-flowchart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564777394303757154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;While listening recently to the Beatles' classic "Hey Jude" on my iPod, I came across this interesting flow chart.  Try it out yourself.  Cue up "Hey Jude" and stare at the flow chart. Caution: don't get stuck in an infinite loop of "na na na na na na na na na..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-4440887399752934256?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/4440887399752934256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/4440887399752934256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2011/01/hey-jude-flowchart.html' title='Hey Jude Flowchart...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TToPjoGZa2I/AAAAAAAABdU/_oZpKTYbXIw/s72-c/Hey-Jude-flowchart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-8500423645995731796</id><published>2011-01-18T15:20:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T15:30:54.224-06:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Characteristics of A Godly Leader...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TTYGa_-ioCI/AAAAAAAABdM/QWSQAm6Otkc/s1600/Lion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TTYGa_-ioCI/AAAAAAAABdM/QWSQAm6Otkc/s320/Lion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563641450582941730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Be humble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Be authentic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Be generous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Be Christ-like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Be the best at what you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Be consistent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Be courageous, willing to go first and take risks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Be honest and trustworthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Be thankful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Be a learner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Be adaptable and open to change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Be an encourager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-8500423645995731796?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/8500423645995731796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/8500423645995731796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2011/01/12-characteristics-of-godly-leader.html' title='12 Characteristics of A Godly Leader...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TTYGa_-ioCI/AAAAAAAABdM/QWSQAm6Otkc/s72-c/Lion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-8508393965693494260</id><published>2011-01-05T16:29:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T16:32:19.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>11 Words For 2011...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Need some inspiration for 2011?  Check out these 11 words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bSSRCzkt1GA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bSSRCzkt1GA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Are you inspired?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-8508393965693494260?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/8508393965693494260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/8508393965693494260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2011/01/11-words-for-2011.html' title='11 Words For 2011...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-2317938208474357011</id><published>2010-12-25T11:12:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T16:31:14.441-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nativity 2.0...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This interesting video reveals what the birth of Jesus might have looked like if it happened in 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: arial;" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vZrf0PbAGSk&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vZrf0PbAGSk&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clever... and makes you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-2317938208474357011?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/2317938208474357011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/2317938208474357011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/12/nativity-20.html' title='Nativity 2.0...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-2665331328583175982</id><published>2010-11-02T17:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T10:42:21.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Endurance...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TNCTvTMOn2I/AAAAAAAABdA/5Z5iHOty4io/s1600/STRONG+MAN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TNCTvTMOn2I/AAAAAAAABdA/5Z5iHOty4io/s320/STRONG+MAN.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535086382853037922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm becoming more convinced that one of the keys to effective leadership is what I would call emotional endurance.  If you're going to make it as a leader, you have to have a high threshold for a wide variety of emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every once in a while, fellow ministers will ask me about the greatest challenge I face in church-world.  Frankly, I think it's managing your emotions. You have to manage the fear and the discouragement and the anxiety. If you can't, you won't make it. But if you allow the challenging situations to build emotional endurance, you'll be prepared for even bigger challenges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that has helped me deal with criticism and stress is my perspective. I don't particularly like criticism or stress, but I see it as building emotional endurance. And if I'm going to do bigger and better things for God, then I'm going to need more emotional endurance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm getting at is this: God wants to work in and through our emotions.  He wants to build emotional endurance.  And that often involves high levels of stress, or criticism, or fear, or discouragement.  But if we open ourselves up to God growing us through these circumstances, then we'll become a stronger person emotionally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my most challenging leadership memories is rooted in a ropes' course element described by various names: &lt;a href="http://northport.k12.ny.us/%7Enptpe/ProjectAdventure/pamperpole.htm"&gt;Pamper Pole, Eagle's Nest, Leap of Faith&lt;/a&gt;.   Whatever you call it, the essence of this element is: slip on a safety harness, limb to the top of a 30' telephone pole, leap from the pole to a nearby trapeze bar.  Sounds simple, right?!  It's a good thing I'm 30 feet in the air because I'm usually shaking so bad prior to leaping that my knocking knees are making quite a racket. But I look back at these kind of situations that were clearly outside my comfort zone and they built emotional endurance.  I was able to step into a high pressure situation with a little more confidence the next time around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May God give us thick skin and a soft heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-2665331328583175982?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/2665331328583175982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/2665331328583175982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/11/emotional-endurance.html' title='Emotional Endurance...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TNCTvTMOn2I/AAAAAAAABdA/5Z5iHOty4io/s72-c/STRONG+MAN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-1052621026256216441</id><published>2010-10-25T05:03:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T05:03:00.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Good At Something Different...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TMSU_TJETaI/AAAAAAAABc4/q52VO_i9DHI/s1600/Pig_Kissing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TMSU_TJETaI/AAAAAAAABc4/q52VO_i9DHI/s400/Pig_Kissing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531710057508785570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In ministry, most churches and leaders try to be  good at what everyone else is good at doing. We’re trying to improve our  preaching, youth groups, children’s curriculum, worship, campus ministry, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that we’re not blessed with the  same gifts or called to the same types of ministries. Why not give ourselves permission to be good at something that few other churches and leaders are striving to  do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can be phenomenal at doing a sports ministry with immigrant kids in local apartment complexes, sponsoring parties for mentally challenged people in your community, or impacting the world through mentoring the next generation of Kingdom leaders.  Maybe we’re called to serving our community with radical  generosity, doing evangelism through Facebook, or leveraging your  wealthy suburban church to support the planting of a church in another city's inner city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than being good at the usual ministries... what if we attempted to  be good at something we’re uniquely positioned to do.  Be good at  something different!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is something different you (or your ministry) can do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-1052621026256216441?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/1052621026256216441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/1052621026256216441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/10/be-good-at-something-different.html' title='Be Good At Something Different...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TMSU_TJETaI/AAAAAAAABc4/q52VO_i9DHI/s72-c/Pig_Kissing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-3483702773442564379</id><published>2010-10-18T05:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T05:41:00.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Convicted Civility...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TLtSnAIx7ZI/AAAAAAAABco/26HFh3SM4yk/s1600/Eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TLtSnAIx7ZI/AAAAAAAABco/26HFh3SM4yk/s320/Eyes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529103797532618130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"One of the real problems in modern life  is that the people who are good at being civil often lack strong  convictions, and people who have strong convictions often lack civility." - Martin Marty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need both a civil outlook and a "passionate intensity" about our convictions... thus, a "convicted civility."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-3483702773442564379?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/3483702773442564379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/3483702773442564379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/10/convicted-civility.html' title='Convicted Civility...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TLtSnAIx7ZI/AAAAAAAABco/26HFh3SM4yk/s72-c/Eyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-4041668063364656302</id><published>2010-10-11T06:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T06:03:00.627-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Scoot Or Not To Scoot...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TLJLFBZPCPI/AAAAAAAABcY/17U9Ki-mSvo/s1600/Pew.sitters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TLJLFBZPCPI/AAAAAAAABcY/17U9Ki-mSvo/s320/Pew.sitters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526562242382727410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This recent post by &lt;a href="http://stuffchristianslike.net/about/"&gt;Jon Acuff&lt;/a&gt; made me laugh.  No one casts a more entertaining and knowledgeable eye on church-world than Jon. And as someone who has stood at the microphone and asked people to "Please scoot to the middle," I'm intrigued with the whole scoot or no scoot conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two types of people in the world: those who will sit in a seat that’s not theirs at an event and those who won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the "won't" category. If I have tickets for the nosebleed  section at a concert, that's where I sit. I can't sneak down front and  sit in better seats without constantly thinking the rightful owner of  that seat is about to show up at any moment. And he's probably an  Ultimate Fighter with his concealed weapon permit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, when you get caught you have to pretend you didn't know you're  $10 tickets didn't permit you to sit on the front row. "Wait a second,  this is row #1? Let me look at my ticket. Oh, would you look at that!  I'm in row #1,000. Simple mistake on my part. Whoops!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't do it. I can't be that guy, which is why I like the seating  arrangement at most churches. No one has a ticket. Each Sunday morning  is a seat free for all. And it all comes to a head when one of the ministers or elders says  one thing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please scoot to the middle so people who just got here can squeeze in."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But every time I hear that phrase three things go through my head:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The scoot rewards bad behavior.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got here early. I've got the end of the aisle on lockdown. If I  scoot, people who come late are going to be rewarded for their late  behavior. Like a hamster receiving a delicious nut when it presses a  lever, they'll associate lateness with primo end of aisle seating.  That's perpetuating bad behavior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Can we all vote on a better word than "scoot"?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Scoot" sounds like a cartoon, make-em up word from Ponyville, the  home of My Little Pony. That's a word I want Papa Smurf saying, not one of my church's leaders. I say we change scoot, to "slide." That sounds cool and almost  like a hip hop move or a wedding dance that your crazy Aunt always does  at the reception.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Is this a Boundaries moment?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In their book, "Boundaries," Cloud and Townsend detail healthy  boundaries we all need to draw in our lives when it comes to personal  relationships and the way we let people treat us. Is there anyway that  when someone comes to my aisle and tries to get me to slide, I can just  say, "Sorry dude, boundaries?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. This is the only place on the planet where the scoot works.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to get someone to scoot at a high school football game. Or in a  Starbucks. With your coffee and a smile, just walk up to a hip couch and  say to a stranger, "Will you please scoot to the middle?" That probably  won't be awkward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Can I rescoot if no one comes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I do scoot and no one comes, can I rescoot or descoot and claim my  previously surrender seat territory? Does that make someone I scooted  next to in the middle feel smelly? It's not that they're smelly, they  might be wearing Coolwater cologne for all I know, but I like I little  space between me and the next guy, a "Baptist buffer" if you will. Can I  rescoot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, you are not like me. You will not think these things in  church. You do not spend moments of your life thinking about the  consequences of "scooting." I'm proud of you, I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But be honest, do you scoot when called upon to scoot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-4041668063364656302?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/4041668063364656302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/4041668063364656302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/10/to-scoot-or-not-to-scoot.html' title='To Scoot Or Not To Scoot...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TLJLFBZPCPI/AAAAAAAABcY/17U9Ki-mSvo/s72-c/Pew.sitters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-1202153120508754841</id><published>2010-10-04T05:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T05:48:00.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Should A Christian Respond To Bad Customer Service...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TKjUfLr_ReI/AAAAAAAABcQ/Xw-ZVNE5hRU/s1600/Man+in+dentist+chair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TKjUfLr_ReI/AAAAAAAABcQ/Xw-ZVNE5hRU/s320/Man+in+dentist+chair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523898575148238306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ronedmondson.com/about"&gt;Ron Edmondson&lt;/a&gt; got me thinking about a Christian's example in the marketplace with this recent post.  Should Christ-followers complain about bad customer service, or accept whatever kind of service we receive with a smile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a former business owner, I am a huge proponent for treating a  customer well.  I don’t know that I would say the customer is always right, but the goal should certainly be that they leave feeling good  about their experience.   Customer service is the front door of any  business (or church).  Because of that, I tip well, I express  appreciation and I always have a desire to make the waiter or waitresses  day better, not worse than before I came.   I want to encourage and  reward good service and I realize that there could always be personal  reasons why a person gives bad service on a particular day.  I am always  perplexed, however, as to the way to respond when I receive bad service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night this week, my small group ate together at a local  restaurant.  From our first encounter, we knew our waiter did not want  to be there.  He was obviously impatient and snappy with his responses.   It wasn’t the worst customer service I’ve ever received, but it was  obviously not one of the best.  When a large group recognizes the  tension in a waiter, it’s probably a good indicator that service is less  than excellent.  It reminded me, especially with the pressure of my  small group around me, that I don’t always know how to respond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of customer should a Christian be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do Christians have a right to complain when their service is bad?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If the waiter or waitress is rude, do we turn the other cheek, or speak  the truth in love?  Do you tip for bad service and for good?  Do you  talk to the manager?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you respond to bad service... whether it be a restaurant server, your dentist, a customer service representative at a local store, or the person on the other end of the line when you dial a company's customer service department?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-1202153120508754841?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/1202153120508754841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/1202153120508754841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-should-christian-respond-to-bad.html' title='How Should A Christian Respond To Bad Customer Service...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TKjUfLr_ReI/AAAAAAAABcQ/Xw-ZVNE5hRU/s72-c/Man+in+dentist+chair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-4965944469019695457</id><published>2010-09-27T05:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T05:39:00.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No One Cares About Your Church...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TJ-rztAHRAI/AAAAAAAABcA/kv4-wcpltpg/s1600/To+The+Church.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TJ-rztAHRAI/AAAAAAAABcA/kv4-wcpltpg/s320/To+The+Church.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521320572921267202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timschraeder.com/about/"&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Tim Schraeder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; shared the following thoughts recently.  I can't say that I agree with everything Tim writes, or that I would have said this exactly the way he did. But Tim made me think.  And I'm thinking it's a good thing when people make us think about what it means to be church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to say it so harshly but it's true... no one cares about your church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at recent polls, church attendance, or even watch the news and  it's fairly obvious... people don't care about the church or what we  have to say anymore. We've lost credibility for some legitimate reasons.  And don't chalk me up to being a church-basher, I passionately care  about the church, I'm just saying what's true and what some of us might  not want to admit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church has moved from the center of our Western culture and while  some fight to keep it in the public square others of us are realizing  the greatest way we can impact culture is by being on the periphery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christianity at its core has always been about counter-cultural, so  why in the world do we try to be perceived as being relevant by looking  just like the culture around us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've cheapened the Gospel by trying to be accepted at a great cost.  The emerging generation can see right through the charade. We've created  a machine out of what was always meant to be a movement. We've  organized something that was meant to be organic. We've franchised  something that was meant to be localized. We've put CEOs in the seats of  what was meant to be a spiritual office and treated salvation like a  commodity. We made an idol out of our methods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to try and fix everything we've thought marketing it to look like  a cheap version of everything else in culture was a good idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's two truths: people don't like the church and people don't  trust advertising. Why use a mechanism people don't trust to promote  something they don't care about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to paint a picture of gloom and doom, I am just saying  it how it is. I have great hope for the Church and believe that it does  matter and believe the church has a great future ahead of it... we've  just got to make some adjustments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we have a great new opportunity to reintroduce Jesus, the  Gospel and the church to a world and culture that has been weary of what  they've seen and heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next generation is tired of gimmicks they want something real and  authentic. They want to be known. They want community. They want a  sense of belonging. They want to be a part of something that is bigger  than themselves. They want to be significant. They want to be a part of  the Church they read about in Acts but have only seen poor reflections  of in today's world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than anything they want to give themselves to cause that is  greater than they are. Why do you think movements like TOMS Shoes, To  Write Love on Her Arms, LIVESTRONG, charity: water, the one campaign or  any of the big social movements that are out there today exist and have  so much popularity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are all doing great work and doing tremendous good, yes. But  they are telling a compelling story. They are giving people the  opportunity to make a difference. They give people the chance to do  something that matters. They are sadly, doing the work the church has  been neglecting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: arial;"&gt;eally&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; care about what people care about, things happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When churches rally around the needs of their communities and are  actually outward focused, truly living for something outside of  themselves, that's when change happens and that is when the church  matters in culture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To truly care about the things that matter to people is to truly live  out the Gospel. God is all about people. And what matters to people  matters to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been too focused on ourselves, our numbers, our growth, our  success, and at the expense of a generation that's looking for a cause  to believe in and give themselves to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of a better cause to give my life to than the cause of  the local church and I think while we live in a culture that doesn't  care about church we have an amazing opportunity to redefine what church  means and what it means to be a follower of Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we sing or pray the words &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: arial;"&gt;break my heart for what breaks Yours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, we are really asking God to allow us the opportunity to see the world through His eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll never earn the right to be heard in culture by screaming on  street corners or by having a slick ad campaign. We earn the right to be  heard by caring about the things that people care about and ultimately  the things the move the heart of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop trying to promote and market your church. It hasn't been working  and it won't. Stop trying to make people care about something they've  already decided isn't worth their time or attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start listening. Start looking around you. Listen to the cries of  people in your community and start responding with the love of Christ.  See through His eyes. Earn the right to be heard. Be Jesus hands and  feet. Do good. Care about what people care about. Be Jesus and the church to your community.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church isn't an organization or a building, it's people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you truly care about what people care about and prove it, people will care about you and what you have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-4965944469019695457?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/4965944469019695457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/4965944469019695457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/09/no-one-cares-about-your-church.html' title='No One Cares About Your Church...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TJ-rztAHRAI/AAAAAAAABcA/kv4-wcpltpg/s72-c/To+The+Church.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-2870045645641316428</id><published>2010-09-24T15:56:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T16:07:17.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Is Not A Building...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TJ0Sh-OYl_I/AAAAAAAABb4/-AcUxhvE_JQ/s1600/Laughing+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TJ0Sh-OYl_I/AAAAAAAABb4/-AcUxhvE_JQ/s320/Laughing+girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520589093074409458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Church is not a building.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Church is not an event that takes place only on  Sundays.  But listen to our language:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I go to First Church."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We  are members at Second Church."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is it time to go to church?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church as a building is never how the Bible uses the term. When the Bible talks about church, it means &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;community&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. The little  fellowships of the heart that are outposts of the Kingdom. A shared  life. They worship together, eat together, pray for one another, go on  quests together. They hang out together, in each others' homes. When  Peter is sprung from prison, "He went to the house of Mary the mother of  John where many people had gathered and were praying." (Acts 12:12)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any time an army goes to war or an expedition takes to the field, it breaks down into little platoons and squads. And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;every&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; chronicle of war or quest will tell you that the men and women who fought so bravely fought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;for each other&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.  That's where the acts of heroism and sacrifice take place, because  that's where the devotion is. You simply can't be devoted to a mass of  people; devotion takes place in small units, just like a family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have stopped short of being an organization; we are an organism  instead, a living and spontaneous association of individuals who know  one another intimately, care for each other deeply, and feel a kind of  respect for one another that makes rules and bylaws unnecessary. A group  is the right size, I would guess, when each member can pray for every  other member, individually and by name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the wisdom of Brother Andrew, who smuggled Bibles into communist  countries for decades. It's the model, frankly, of the church in nearly  every country but the U.S. Now, I'm not suggesting you don't do  whatever it is you do on Sunday mornings. I'm simply helping you accept  reality - that whatever else you do, you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;must&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; have a small fellowship to walk with you and fight with you and bandage your wounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church is not a building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-2870045645641316428?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/2870045645641316428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/2870045645641316428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/09/church-is-not-building.html' title='Church Is Not A Building...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TJ0Sh-OYl_I/AAAAAAAABb4/-AcUxhvE_JQ/s72-c/Laughing+girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-1329700843098071889</id><published>2010-09-21T16:40:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T16:48:22.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Majestic Plastic Bag...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What's not to like about this mockumentary?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GLgh9h2ePYw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GLgh9h2ePYw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm pretty sure I saw this curious creature in my yard recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-1329700843098071889?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/1329700843098071889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/1329700843098071889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/09/majestic-plastic-bag.html' title='The Majestic Plastic Bag...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-1138357985325518699</id><published>2010-09-19T15:02:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T15:22:49.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Unreasonable...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TJZwpqPvotI/AAAAAAAABbw/d-rWC1cU_uc/s1600/Eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TJZwpqPvotI/AAAAAAAABbw/d-rWC1cU_uc/s320/Eye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518722254406394578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I found this recent post by &lt;a href="http://swerve.lifechurch.tv/authors/#craig"&gt;Craig Groeschel&lt;/a&gt; to be, well... unreasonable, and convicting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you have heard this many times… "Be reasonable."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, under many circumstances, "Be reasonable" is sound advice—but not always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As Christians, there are times to be unreasonable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When you pray, you might ask God to do something most consider impossible or unreasonable. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pray unreasonable prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When you seek God, He might lead you to do something others consider undoable. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Empowered by God, do unreasonable things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When you lead, some people might think you’re making unreasonable demand.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lead passionately and pull unreasonable results out of reasonable people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being unreasonable all the time would certainly be a mistake. But if you aren’t being unreasonable every now and then, you probably aren't being led by faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-1138357985325518699?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/1138357985325518699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/1138357985325518699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/09/be-unreasonable.html' title='Be Unreasonable...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TJZwpqPvotI/AAAAAAAABbw/d-rWC1cU_uc/s72-c/Eye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-1914066372346239585</id><published>2010-09-10T15:14:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T17:10:48.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friend Charlie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TIqc4Noan7I/AAAAAAAABbo/Tli7DAuAayo/s1600/Blue+butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TIqc4Noan7I/AAAAAAAABbo/Tli7DAuAayo/s320/Blue+butterfly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515393183214378930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I learned yesterday that my friend, &lt;a href="http://www.freestufffromcharlie.com/aboutcharlie.html"&gt;Charlie Walton&lt;/a&gt;, has ALS.  ALS (amyotrophic lateral sclerosis), also known as Lou Gehrig's disease, is a progressive and degenerative disease that attacks the nerve cells controlling voluntary muscle movement. There is no cure for ALS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie paid his bills as a writer. But when he wasn't word mongering (that's how he described himself), Charlie invested time as a mentor and friend in younger people like me.  In fact, for almost two years... Charlie, Don Davis and I met every Wednesday for lunch to enjoy a three vegetable special, bad jokes and Charlie's wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, Charlie was a writer.  He was also well acquainted with grief. Life had dealt Charlie some tough hands.  And yet Charlie allowed his personal journey through the valley of the shadow of death to serve as a guide for others walking that path.  I've given Charlie's book, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/When-there-Are-No-Words/dp/0934793573/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1284150838&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;When There Are No Words&lt;/a&gt;, to grieving parents and children... and allowed Charlie to do what he does best, be available if you need him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confident Charlie is facing ALS with the same deep faith and trust in God he reflected in his book, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Packing-Big-Trip-Enhancing-Awareness/dp/0934793638/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1284150838&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;Packing For The Big Trip&lt;/a&gt;. Humor has always been one of Charlie's greatest gifts... he could turn a phrase and make you smile quicker than anyone I've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat thinking about my friend this morning, I paged through another of Charlie's books: &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Laying-Line-God-Honest-Prayer/dp/0891124373/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1284150838&amp;amp;sr=8-3"&gt;Laying It On The Line With God&lt;/a&gt;.  Here's one of his prayers in this book Charlie lets us listen in on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This body, Father, is so much in the way when I try to concentrate on you. I really like my body... Your design is wonderful and testifies to your divinity.  But I am so attached to it that its aches and pains and positions get in the way of my communication with you.  Help me to grow and mature, Father, to lessen the hold that my physical body has over my spiritual self.  Get me ready for the brand new body you have promised.  I can't wait to put it on, Lord.  -- Charlie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Charlie, for helping me see God's smile more clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-1914066372346239585?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/1914066372346239585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/1914066372346239585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-friend-charlie.html' title='My Friend Charlie...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TIqc4Noan7I/AAAAAAAABbo/Tli7DAuAayo/s72-c/Blue+butterfly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-4878082400174260179</id><published>2010-08-31T15:55:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T16:20:35.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready Or Not...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TH1w0kvxQpI/AAAAAAAABbY/_A0jsx-j5Rs/s1600/Bumbling+Waiter+%28Colorized%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TH1w0kvxQpI/AAAAAAAABbY/_A0jsx-j5Rs/s320/Bumbling+Waiter+%28Colorized%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511685567490900626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I recently walked into a restaurant very early in the lunch hour.  Looking around the room I saw... well, nothing.  Lots of open tables.  But  still I was told "give me just a couple of minutes and we'll have a  table for you."  I could see at least 100 seating options... but still I  waited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat down I wiped bread crumbs from the  table into the floor and thought "This doesn't make sense.  There's no  way there have been other customers in here for lunch already."  Of  course, the crumbs had to have been left over from the night before... which meant the tables hadn't been wiped off. I then learned that the tea was still brewing and the rolls were not warm enough to serve yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom-line: The restaurant and its staff were not ready for me. They weren't expecting customers... at least, not a customer arriving as early as I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking there's a pretty solid application here to church? Is it apparent that when we open the doors of our church buildings we are expecting new people?  Here are some simple ways to communicate "Welcome! We've been expecting you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Leave the most convenient parking spaces for guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;+ Move to the center of the row, leaving the aisle seats open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; Greet people around you... even if you're not an "official" greeter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a church's guests show up will they think: "Yikes!  I've &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; crashed a party I wasn't invited to attend."  Or will it be: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wow! They act like they are expecting me... and they seem glad I'm here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-4878082400174260179?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/4878082400174260179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/4878082400174260179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/08/ready-or-not.html' title='Ready Or Not...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TH1w0kvxQpI/AAAAAAAABbY/_A0jsx-j5Rs/s72-c/Bumbling+Waiter+%28Colorized%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-1338237113092365892</id><published>2010-08-27T08:29:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T08:45:02.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Putting A Lid On Gossip...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/THfAWLsHiJI/AAAAAAAABbI/zi9OV46SIA4/s1600/WOMAN+WHISPERING.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/THfAWLsHiJI/AAAAAAAABbI/zi9OV46SIA4/s320/WOMAN+WHISPERING.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510084156438579346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ronedmondson.com/about"&gt;Ron Edmondson&lt;/a&gt; had a great post recently regarding seven suggestions for putting a stop to gossip.  Knowing how destructive gossip can be in lives and relationships, I felt Ron's thoughts were worth repeating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my job, I hear far more junk than I care to hear.  The larger our  church gets, the more mess we encounter among the people to whom we  minister.  We have designed our church to reach hurting people, so we  are simply reaching our target audience, but some days it is more  difficult than others to hear such sad stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One part of the drama of messiness that always frustrates me is how  gossip begins about other people’s problems.  As if dealing with the  consequences of sin is not enough, many times some of the hardest  repercussion is the gossip that occurs about the people involved and the  situation that occurred.   I have been the victim of unfair gossip and I  know the pain it can cause.  I have never found gossip to be helpful to  the people involved or to the Kingdom of God.  I have literally become a  hater of gossip because I have seen it destroy so many people!  Gossip  hurts innocent people who are caught in the middle, it exaggerates the  situation, and it keeps the one who did wrong loaded with guilt and  frustration, and from experiencing the fullness of God’s grace.     (Consider these passages: Proverbs 11:13, Proverbs 16:28, Proverbs  20:19, Proverbs 26:20, Romans 1:29, 2 Corinthians 12:20, 1 Timothy 5:13...  the Bible talks a great deal about this...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that in mind, here are seven suggestions for how to stop, or at  least slow, the spread of gossip. Will you consider each and take them  personal? If the shoe fits will you wear it?  Together, perhaps we can  help stop the deadly spread of this harmful virus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Don’t repeat something you don’t know is true firsthand... secondhand  knowledge is not enough to justify repeating. You will get something  wrong and it will hurt others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Don’t repeat unless its helpful to do so and you have a vested  interest in the situation, the people involved, and permission to  share... doing so in the name of a prayer request is not a good excuse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Don’t “confess” other people’s sins. Even if the wrong included you  and you feel the need to confess, share your story, but not someone  else's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) If you must tell, and have passed the test on the first three  suggestions, tell only what happened and not your commentary or "I think  this is probably what happened" or why you think it happened...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Choose to pray for others every time you are tempted to tell their story... instead of telling their story...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) When someone tells you something you don’t need to know, don’t allow  curiosity to be your guide... follow your heart. Stop the person and tell  them you don’t want to know!  Remember, if they will spread gossip about  others they will spread it about you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Keep the circle of confession limited to the people involved or to  no more than needed for accountability purposes.  The wider the circle  and the more the story is repeated the more likely things will turn into  gossip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my tone seems intent it’s because I am. I have little patience for  gossips.  My desire is to see people who live in holy and healthy  community together. Gossip is a betrayer of this becoming reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-1338237113092365892?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/1338237113092365892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/1338237113092365892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/08/putting-lid-on-gossip.html' title='Putting A Lid On Gossip...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/THfAWLsHiJI/AAAAAAAABbI/zi9OV46SIA4/s72-c/WOMAN+WHISPERING.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-3572195703684362576</id><published>2010-08-24T19:07:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T10:40:33.419-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Years After Hurricane Katrina...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/THU4bNmf3yI/AAAAAAAABbA/L1hyfHjBMxw/s1600/IMG_0298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/THU4bNmf3yI/AAAAAAAABbA/L1hyfHjBMxw/s320/IMG_0298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509371759316426530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This Sunday, August 29, is my sweet wife's birthday.  It will be a day of celebration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday will also mark the 5th anniversary of Hurricane Katrina making landfall on the Gulf Coast.   And five years after Katrina there will also be cause for celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realizing that a huge swath of Mississippi and Louisiana felt the devastating effects of Katrina, the Storm (as its come to be know) had a personal effect on me due to my ties to the city of New Orleans.  While growing up I had lived in the city for five years, and as a youth minister in Atlanta I'd led several mission teams to New Orleans over a period of several years to serve  alongside the Carrollton Avenue church.  Additionally, some of our my dearest friends live in New Orleans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, when the news reports five years ago began to describe the catastrophe that had befallen New Orleans, I felt a heavy heart-tug toward the city and its residents.  I've told people that when my family moved from New Orleans I was ready to leave the city-- I had fallen out of love with New Orleans.  But seeing the images of the devastation the Storm had wrought on the city... well, for me it was like seeing a crazy relative you didn't particularly like sprawled on the floor after taking a nasty fall. Your heart aches for them, and you see them in a very different way.  The Storm helped me rediscover my love for New Orleans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, five years after the Storm, my love affair with the city and its people has blossomed.  And a big part of that heart revival on my part has been spurred by the Carrollton Avenue church and its resurgence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remain deeply grateful that my elders at Southern Hills immediately responded to the devastation Katrina wracked on New Orleans by making a two-year commitment to stand alongside Carrollton Avenue church in providing resources... reflecting both people and financial support.  I'm especially indebted to the many ACU students who've traveled with me to New Orleans over the past five years, and who've served the people of the city so selflessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I celebrate, five years after the Storm, the rebirth and revival of the Carrollton Avenue church... and its offspring, the Holly Grove church.  Hurricane Katrina wrecked a church building, but God re-built a church in New Orleans.  I've been overwhelmed by both the faith of the Carrollton Avenue church, and even more so by the faithfulness of God.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Great things have been done in that city... and great things are still to be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... this Sunday, as I celebrate sweet Susan's birthday, I'll be celebrating another anniversary. And both will indeed be celebrations, for both have been to me great gifts from our good God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-3572195703684362576?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/3572195703684362576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/3572195703684362576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/08/five-years-after-hurricane-katrina.html' title='Five Years After Hurricane Katrina...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/THU4bNmf3yI/AAAAAAAABbA/L1hyfHjBMxw/s72-c/IMG_0298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-7461902748365759803</id><published>2010-08-19T09:12:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T09:58:14.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baptizing vs. Making Followers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TG1Fm85G-CI/AAAAAAAABa4/xymMIfprk9U/s1600/Baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TG1Fm85G-CI/AAAAAAAABa4/xymMIfprk9U/s320/Baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507134454826989602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Having grown up within the faith tradition of Churches of Christ, I've been nurtured on the imperative to teach people about Jesus and to rejoice as they seal that relationship with him in the waters of baptism.  I believe that imperative is biblical and fundamental to our living as Christ-followers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What gives me pause is my sense that we often feel (or act) as if our responsibility has ended when the new Christian steps dripping out of the waters of baptism.  Walking alongside the newly minted believer, encouraging them in their walk with Jesus... especially as they encounter the inevitable bumps on the road of that journey, and continuing to mentor and teach them--well, that's hard work.  And it involves significant commitment on the part of older, more mature Christian brothers and sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been my observation we consider this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; "disciple making" will somehow happen routinely in the on-going of the new believer's relationship with church.  But from my vantage point over the several years I've spent in church world, this often doesn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More often than not, when we leave baby Christ-followers to fend for themselves, they don't fend very well.  And before too many months have passed, many of  these new Christians who are still noted in the church's statistical record have been reclaimed by the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="woj"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line: we are called not just to baptize people, but to walk alongside them and help them grow into followers/disciples of Jesus.  Isn't that the Kingdom imperative Jesus is commissioning us with in Matthew: 28:19-20?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So go and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;make f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ollowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; of all people in the world. Baptize them in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teach them&lt;/span&gt; to obey everything that I have taught you..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't misunderstand... I'm not suggesting we stop baptizing people.  I'm just referencing the words of Jesus and being re-convicted that he is calling us to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; than just getting people into the water of baptism. Jesus expects us to commit to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;long walk of disciple-making&lt;/span&gt; as new believers step out of the water and back into the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/6030655385456984428-7461902748365759803?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/7461902748365759803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/7461902748365759803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/08/baptizing-vs-making-followers.html' title='Baptizing vs. Making Followers...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TG1Fm85G-CI/AAAAAAAABa4/xymMIfprk9U/s72-c/Baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-7990334060992920270</id><published>2010-08-16T19:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T19:47:04.607-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Visual Poetry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j0HfwkArpvU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j0HfwkArpvU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every picture paints a word... and every word paints a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-7990334060992920270?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/7990334060992920270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/7990334060992920270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/08/visual-poetry.html' title='Visual Poetry...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-2579156944229404527</id><published>2010-08-15T14:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T14:49:24.015-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Things Seem Obvious...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TGhEirEpbnI/AAAAAAAABac/fukhtHsoei4/s1600/Funny.Sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TGhEirEpbnI/AAAAAAAABac/fukhtHsoei4/s400/Funny.Sign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505725906928889458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe it's just me... but I thought driving a car and keeping one's eyes open went together like peanut butter and jelly.  Apparently, the folks who felt the need for this sign do not see things that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-2579156944229404527?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/2579156944229404527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/2579156944229404527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/08/some-things-seem-obvious.html' title='Some Things Seem Obvious...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TGhEirEpbnI/AAAAAAAABac/fukhtHsoei4/s72-c/Funny.Sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-5696260545678514888</id><published>2010-08-11T10:35:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T10:52:24.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty Five Hours...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TGLGmxuFYAI/AAAAAAAABaU/EG9CmryV5YE/s1600/Clock+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TGLGmxuFYAI/AAAAAAAABaU/EG9CmryV5YE/s320/Clock+face.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504180064084123650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I borrowed much of this post from &lt;a href="http://withoutwax.tv/"&gt;Pete Wilson&lt;/a&gt;... editing Pete's words to better fit my current season of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Does anyone else feel like they need just one more hour in the day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wish that there were more hours in a day and more days in a week? I’m sure you know the feeling. I sure do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It astonishes me how quickly time passes and I’m often left wondering, "Where did that day go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found myself recently, on more than one occasion, telling  different people in my life "I wish I just had one more hour in my day."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought it would be fun to ask you: "If you had one extra hour every day... how would you spend it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? Easy. I would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;clean out our backyard pond every day. (Just kidding.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With one extra hour I would invest it in my relationship with Susan. I’m blown  away by how many changes we're dealing with at the moment, and all that we've got going on.  I’m in one of the  busiest seasons of my life and I just don’t want to shortchange the investment I want to be making in my wife, the love of my life.   That’s what I would do with my extra  hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... what would you do with your extra hour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-5696260545678514888?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/5696260545678514888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/5696260545678514888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/08/twenty-five-hours.html' title='Twenty Five Hours...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TGLGmxuFYAI/AAAAAAAABaU/EG9CmryV5YE/s72-c/Clock+face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-2549129643507812462</id><published>2010-08-04T10:33:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T10:55:33.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Permanent Solutions To Temporary Problems...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TFmNSfiyK0I/AAAAAAAABaE/eVzaHds77-s/s1600/kung-fu-master.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 347px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TFmNSfiyK0I/AAAAAAAABaE/eVzaHds77-s/s400/kung-fu-master.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501583768654326594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was challenged by this passage and the wisdom behind it from a recent post by &lt;a href="http://www.accidentalcreative.com/about"&gt;Todd Henry&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The more structures we have to navigate in order to do our work, the more difficult it is to do our best work.  When we are required to resolve the dissonance of complex systems,  reporting relationships and accountability structures just in order to  get our objectives and check off our direction we will begin to lose our  drive to do brilliant work. Over time, this complexity only pulls  entire organizations toward systematic mediocrity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-2549129643507812462?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/2549129643507812462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/2549129643507812462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/08/permanent-solutions-to-temporary.html' title='Permanent Solutions To Temporary Problems...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TFmNSfiyK0I/AAAAAAAABaE/eVzaHds77-s/s72-c/kung-fu-master.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-6656043233785386269</id><published>2010-07-30T15:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T15:31:11.711-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An African Wedding In West Texas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TFCsEWUsUfI/AAAAAAAABZ0/wbe8JfaoSvQ/s1600/Serge.Wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TFCsEWUsUfI/AAAAAAAABZ0/wbe8JfaoSvQ/s320/Serge.Wedding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499084335731200498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Linda Bailey wrote the following article for ACU's on-line edition of The Optimist.  Linda does a great job of capturing the wonderful spirit of hospitality, love and family that flowed throughout the weekend of Serge and Esperance's wedding. Katie Lea is missing from the picture (above) that ran with the article because she was looking for an umbrella to shade us from the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gymnasium at South Side Baptist Church was transformed into an  African village on Friday afternoon, the first day of the traditional  African wedding ceremony of ACU student Serge Gasore to Esperance  Namuseke Gasore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire wedding spanned two days and incorporated both American and African traditions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In August 2005, Serge came to ACU from Rwanda to study and run track  and cross-country. Now in graduate school, Serge is studying global  information technology. Esperance will attend Cisco College in the fall.  Originally from the Congo, she and her family later fled to Rwanda. Two  years ago, the family moved to Abilene as refugees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serge wanted to have the wedding in Africa, but Esperance’s family  thought it would be best to for the couple to travel back to Africa only  after they were married. To keep everyone happy, Serge agreed to have a  traditional African wedding ceremony in Abilene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love her so much so I said I’ll do everything I would do back home," Serge said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said they will move back to Rwanda in two years after he finishes his schooling in the U.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serge's father wasn’t able to make the trip to the U.S. for the  wedding, but his aunt traveled to Abilene from Rwanda. An uncle and a  close friend, both originally from Rwanda but living in Haiti, were also  able to join Serge’s other family and friends for the wedding  ceremonies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, the two-day wedding began with a dowry ceremony. Caroline  Conwell, senior business management major at ACU, said this is  traditionally the most important ceremony in the entire wedding. It is  during this ceremony that the bride’s family officially gives her to the  groom, Conwell said. Through a series of role-plays, the two families  barter for the bride. Serge’s family gave the Namuseke family 12 cows as  a dowry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conwell’s family has known Serge for about five years. Serge spent a  lot of time with the Conwells during summer vacations and holidays  because he couldn’t make the long trip home. He eventually became part  of the family, Conwell said. Because of their close relationship, the  Conwells attended the ceremony as part of Serge’s family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dowry ceremony was performed primarily in Kinyarwanda, a tribal  African language. A translator was present to translate both the words  and traditions to English speakers. Participants in the ceremony wore  mostly traditional African apparel, but some of men wore more  western-looking suits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't until the end of the ceremony that Serge finally saw his  fiancée. After Esperance's family had officially given the couple  permission to be married, four female dancers, several children and a  group of girls walked into the middle of the aisle. The girls surrounded  Esperance as she sat in a chair, then moved out of the way to let Serge  greet his bride. She gave him a traditional headband, and the couple  sat at the end of the aisle. The ceremony concluded with a traditional  African meal for everyone in attendance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday afternoon, the wedding took an American turn when the  couple was married at Southern Hills Church of Christ in a short  ceremony complete with tuxes, bridesmaids, groomsmen, and an elegant  white dress. The American customs continued during an afternoon  reception at Southern Hills following the ceremony. The reception  included  hamburgers, hot dogs, chips, and a tiered wedding cake  complete with a bride and groom cake topper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I like the way America does their things, and that’s why I’m going  to do a little bit American, and I like the way they do it back home.  It's kind of like half-half," Serge said. "When you read a book about  communication, you have to adapt to that culture to be able to be in  both cultures."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several speeches and a few traditional African dances by  Friday’s four female dancers, the party moved to the 6th Street Center  in downtown Abilene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of the reception downtown, guests entered the dimly  lit room in single file carrying gifts for the bride and groom.  Traditionally, the bride's family leaves near the beginning of the  ceremony to tell their village about the wedding. In keeping with  tradition, Serge’s family escorted the Esperance's family out of the  reception. After a quick outfit change, Serge and Esperance rejoined the  party, where family members and guests of all ages danced to  traditional African music to celebrate the newest addition to Gasore  family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My favorite thing was the dancing on Saturday night," Conwell said. "The celebration was just so fun and everything was just so different  from American culture. You could tell it was a celebration of them  coming together and the families were so excited."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after the weekend’s celebrations, the ceremony isn't quite  finished. When he and Esperance move back to Rwanda in two years, Serge  said, there will be another ceremony to introduce Esperance as his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-6656043233785386269?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/6656043233785386269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/6656043233785386269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/07/african-wedding-in-west-texas.html' title='An African Wedding In West Texas...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TFCsEWUsUfI/AAAAAAAABZ0/wbe8JfaoSvQ/s72-c/Serge.Wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-7024461999155335889</id><published>2010-07-26T06:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T06:02:00.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Or Old Evangelism...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TEmzoKSXjII/AAAAAAAABZs/fYQux1Hlgjc/s1600/New:Old.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TEmzoKSXjII/AAAAAAAABZs/fYQux1Hlgjc/s320/New:Old.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497122322719935618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;An article in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;USA Today’s  “Faith &amp;amp; Reason”&lt;/span&gt; section caught my eye recently. The article was titled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://content.usatoday.com/communities/Religion/post/2010/06/evangelical-evangelism-christian-tom-krattenmaker/1?POE=click-refer"&gt;"Believers Reluctant to Evangelize Family or Friends."&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The article's author,  Cathy Lynn Grossman, makes two very challenging observations:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Churches are not creating new believers, they are just attracting more Christians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Becoming a parent does not change attitudes toward  spirituality– which reverses the assumption that once couples become  parents they are more likely to become part of a church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grossman concludes that what she calls the "bait and switch" evangelism technique is  ineffective, and Christians need to find a new, or better, way to share  their faith with friends and family (to clarify, Grossman would describe "bait and  switch" tactics as things like inviting your neighbor to a social  gathering–without telling her you’re going to present the Gospel).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A self-described "recovering evangelical" &lt;a href="http://offthemap.com/about-page/"&gt;Jim Henderson&lt;/a&gt;, shares an alternative. Are you ready for this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"…get to know people, become their friends and let the spiritual chips fall where they may."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me crazy, but I don't think there’s anything new about this kind  of evangelism. In fact, it would be more accurate to call it the Old  Evangelism. As I look through the Gospels, I see Jesus getting to know  people like Zacchaeus, the Samaritan woman, Martha, Mary and Lazarus... not  to mention his disciples, and meeting their relational and spiritual  needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side of the coin, Jesus, Peter and Paul preached  evangelical messages to large crowds. So, I don’t think we can say there’s only one right way to evangelize. I just don’t want to let friendship become an  excuse for not telling someone about Jesus. Likewise, I don’t want any  kind of "come-to Jesus" strategies to sabotage a relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? Do we need a new or old evangelism? Do we just  live our beliefs and hope people get it?  Or do we lay out the "Five Finger Plan of Salvation" for our friends and family? What has experience taught you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-7024461999155335889?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/7024461999155335889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/7024461999155335889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-or-old-evangelism.html' title='New Or Old Evangelism...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TEmzoKSXjII/AAAAAAAABZs/fYQux1Hlgjc/s72-c/New:Old.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-9189007037586281597</id><published>2010-07-22T17:07:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T17:27:20.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Little Step Counts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TEjFk_r3CDI/AAAAAAAABZk/SFQBQCxa6eg/s1600/Steps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TEjFk_r3CDI/AAAAAAAABZk/SFQBQCxa6eg/s320/Steps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496860584567048242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;The following post by &lt;a href="http://joeljmiller.com/about-joel-j-miller/"&gt;Joel J. Miller&lt;/a&gt; offered me in the midst of a crazy busy day some much needed perspective.  Read Joel's words and be encouraged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In movies the hero runs headlong up against a problem, something that  threatens his peace, safety, and happiness. If the screenwriter is at  all talented, we quickly sympathize. We have troubles of our own, after  all, and our sympathy and identification increase as the story  intensifies. Every twist and turn of the plot worsens our hero’s  position to the problem until, when all appears most dire, he finally  prevails. The problem is resolved and peace, safety, and happiness are  restored. The hero triumphs. All is well. We breathe easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's a hopeful and satisfying formula. It presents a picture of life  that has certain, limited conflicts that can be definitively overcome,  in which there’s real justice, real healing, real finality to evil and  toil and trouble. That's what we want. We pine for that point when we no  longer have to struggle against the myriad besetting troubles of the  day, when we can cease worrying and stressing and striving. We crave  that singular, momentous victory at the close of Act 3 which rescues all  of our imperiled peace, safety, and happiness, when we triumph, all is  well, and we can breathe easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pardon the moment of negativity, but real life is snickering. There  are no certain, limited conflicts that can be definitively overcome.  There are untold millions of them, one after another, several all at  once. And no matter what you do, they just keep coming.  If you make  your numbers in July, you have to do it again in August and September  and October. If you take superlative care of Customer A, Customers B, C,  D, E, F, and G are waiting on hold, annoyed by the music, and wondering  why you haven’t helped them yet. Meanwhile you've got bills to pay,  discipline issues with the kids, a spouse who feels neglected or  exhausted or restless or bored or all of the above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There is good news coming, but hang with me here a bit longer. The  illusion of the formula is doubly problematic when it affects our  spiritual life, when we think that we will at some point (hopefully in  the very near future) reach a place of total peace without struggle, of  quickly answered prayer, effortless worship, sunbeams, and butterflies.  The truth is that the Christian life is marked by crosses, by thorns in  the side, by sacrifice. There's a reason that historically,  traditionally, our heroes are all martyrs, men and women famous not for  taking up their winnings but laying down their lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Real life—physical, spiritual, everything—is composed of innumerable,  endless challenges. John Bunyan's analogy works because it's true to  life. Christian didn't get beamed to the Celestial City. The story is  the journey, not the end. And our personal pilgrim's progress is no  different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Philip of Neri said it well: “One should not wish to become a saint in four days but step by step.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The steps imply work. They also imply patience. It's going to take  time and attention. It’s going to take involvement in the little things,  work in the small corners of our lives. We're not going to slay a few  dragons and then settle down. There are always more dragons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All of those frustrations in work and personal life, family and  faith, wherever we confront them, are part of our sanctification. They  are part of our journey toward holiness. They are the steps we trod. The  wonderful truth hidden in this realization is that every little thing greatly matters.  It all has significance, the deadlines, the soccer practice, traffic  tickets, marriage conflicts, skinned knees, oil changes, all of it. We  don't need to experience a singular, defining triumph to win in life.  We’re not going to get one anyway. We are given a million little steps  that bring us closer to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Take this thorn from me," says Paul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Leave it be," says God. "It’s enough that you have my grace."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The deeper hope we can take away from the classic movie formula is  that there really is an end, a victory, a Celestial City, an eschaton in  which all the foes are turned into friends or turned to their judgment.  But while we take hope in that final triumph, our days are filled with  little steps. I pray for enough grace to give thanks for each one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-9189007037586281597?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/9189007037586281597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/9189007037586281597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/07/every-little-step-counts.html' title='Every Little Step Counts...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TEjFk_r3CDI/AAAAAAAABZk/SFQBQCxa6eg/s72-c/Steps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-4724416662780409594</id><published>2010-07-20T14:39:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T15:02:35.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Device Desirable, Old Device Undesirable...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TEYAzB-mToI/AAAAAAAABZc/-91Ii1IH1B8/s1600/Payphone+keypad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TEYAzB-mToI/AAAAAAAABZc/-91Ii1IH1B8/s400/Payphone+keypad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496081271956590210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;This tongue-in-cheek "news" article by the clever folks at The Onion made me smile... and cringe... and think... as it thumped me on some of my consumeristic tendencies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With the recent introduction of the latest technology, millions of consumers proceeded to their nearest commercial centers in hopes of acquiring the latest, and therefore most  desirable, personal device.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The new device is an improvement over the old device, making it more  attractive for purchase by all Americans," said Thomas Wakefield, a  spokesperson for the large conglomerate that manufactures the new  device. "The old device is no longer sufficient. Consumers should no  longer have any use or longing for the old device."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Added Wakefield, "The new device will retail for $395."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Able to remain operational for longer periods of time and occupy a  demonstrably smaller three-dimensional space, the new device is so  advanced when compared to the old device that it makes the old device  appear much older than it actually is. However, the new device is  reportedly not so radically different as to cause confusion or unwanted  anxiety among those familiar with the feel of the old device.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its higher price indicates to me that it is superior, and that not  everyone will be able to afford it, which only makes me want to possess  it more," said Tim Sturges, owner of the old device, which he obtained  18 months ago when it was still the new device. "I feel a strong urge to  purchase the new device. Owning the new device will please me and  improve my daily life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's difficult to remember how I ever found enjoyment in my old  device," Sturges continued. "It is no longer appealing to the eye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to aesthetic and technological enhancements,  manufacturers claim the new device comes equipped with a wide range of  desirable features, including fewer buttons for pressing down and  holding; a new wire for connecting to larger, less-portable devices; and  fewer device-related errors and frustrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new device will also be available in blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not only will I be able to perform tasks faster than before, but my  new device will also inform those around me that I am a successful  individual who is up on the latest trends," said Rebecca Hodge, whose  executive job allowed her to line up for several hours in the middle of  the day in order to obtain the previously unavailable item. "Its  attractiveness and considerable value are, by extension, my  attractiveness and considerable value."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consumer Robert Larson agreed. "I'm going to take my new device wherever I go," said Larson, holding  the expensive item directly in the eyeline of several reporters. "That  way no one on the street, inside the elevator, or at my place of  business will ever mistake me for the sort of individual who does not  own the new device."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Added Larson, "The new device brings me satisfaction."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the visible excitement among most consumers, some claimed to  be exercising caution, choosing instead to sit back and wait for a newer  version of the new device to be released before making a purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"True, it appeals to my most basic insecurities, but this new device  will ultimately be replaced by a newer device, rendering it completely  undesirable and utterly repellent to my personal tastes,"  device-enthusiast Ryan Janosch said. "Also, I should start saving my  money for the next latest device, which will replace the newer new  device a couple months after that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-4724416662780409594?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/4724416662780409594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/4724416662780409594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-device-desirable-old-device.html' title='New Device Desirable, Old Device Undesirable...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TEYAzB-mToI/AAAAAAAABZc/-91Ii1IH1B8/s72-c/Payphone+keypad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-7311541417537796937</id><published>2010-07-13T19:59:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T20:25:04.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Non-Manipulative Intentionality...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TD0Ra5fKDiI/AAAAAAAABZM/aEw9ra7VmXo/s1600/Blue+eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TD0Ra5fKDiI/AAAAAAAABZM/aEw9ra7VmXo/s320/Blue+eye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493566274267647522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Several months ago I read an intriguing book titled, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Unlikely-Disciple-Semester-Americas-University/dp/044617842X/ref=tmm_hrd_title_0?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1279070277&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;"The Unlikely Disciple:  A Sinner’s Semester at America’s Holiest University"&lt;/a&gt; by Kevin Roose. Roose was a freshman at Brown University who transferred to Liberty University for a semester to "observe evangelical Christians."  It was a fascinating read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading "The Unlikely Disciple," I came across a book by Jim Henderson called &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Evangelism-Without-Additives-sharing-yourself/dp/1400073774/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1279070234&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;"Evangelism Without Additives: What if Sharing Your Faith Meant Just Being Yourself?"&lt;/a&gt;  Henderson uses a phrase in his book that stuck with me, especially after reading Kevin Roose’s book. Henderson said that what Christians need to become better at is "non-manipulative intentionality." What a great phrase!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking what Henderson meant could be summed up in how we would answer this question if asked by a friend: "If I don’t become a Christian, can we still be friends?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To some degree, I think Christians, me included, have loved our doctrine more than we have loved people.  Non-manipulative intentionality requires us to love people, and not think of them or ourselves as failures if they don't become Christians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't mean we stop praying.  It doesn't mean we water down our beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does mean we love them by intentionally being their friend, first and foremost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How have you answered a question like this with your friends who aren't Christians?  And how can we become better at non-manipulative intentionality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-7311541417537796937?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/7311541417537796937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/7311541417537796937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/07/non-manipulative-intentionality.html' title='Non-Manipulative Intentionality...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TD0Ra5fKDiI/AAAAAAAABZM/aEw9ra7VmXo/s72-c/Blue+eye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-6433852436067816625</id><published>2010-07-01T08:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T10:52:34.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The 2010 NOLA "Let's Go!" Team...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TCumCRn4VxI/AAAAAAAABZE/y7blXxflgFY/s1600/2010.NOLA.Team.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TCumCRn4VxI/AAAAAAAABZE/y7blXxflgFY/s400/2010.NOLA.Team.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488663128901703442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's the official team picture of the 2010 NOLA "Let's Go!" team (minus the two team members who were in the restroom when the official team photo was being taken).  It was a  privilege and blessing serve alongside this talented group of Christ-followers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-6433852436067816625?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/6433852436067816625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/6433852436067816625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/07/2010-nola-lets-go-team.html' title='The 2010 NOLA &quot;Let&apos;s Go!&quot; Team...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TCumCRn4VxI/AAAAAAAABZE/y7blXxflgFY/s72-c/2010.NOLA.Team.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-2554326041153199358</id><published>2010-06-30T14:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T15:17:41.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Underpromising...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TCukp4oFHLI/AAAAAAAABY8/bp7d5WwYywM/s1600/Smiling+woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 284px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TCukp4oFHLI/AAAAAAAABY8/bp7d5WwYywM/s320/Smiling+woman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488661610363165874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Here's a great post by&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.coachshef.com/about/"&gt;Tom Shefchunas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that challenged me as a leader.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was once told that a definition of leadership was "letting people  down at a rate that they can stand."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; In some ways I get that.  I think there is a bit more to it but… for  sure… one of my jobs as a leader is saying “no.”  I say it all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s my problem... I love saying "yes."  I'm still a people  pleaser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, though I say "yes" too often, I still say "no" all the time for  various reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em face="arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time it’s not that the  idea wasn't any good…though that happens.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not that we don't have the  budget… though that happens.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It’s not that I simply don’t want to  do that… though that happens too… just ask my staff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time when I say "no" it is simply a "trust" issue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is not what you think it is either. It’s not that I don’t "trust" the person or the idea…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong face="arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s that I want to be trusted…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to run a department that  is trusted…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a person that is  trusted.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my tension – I want to be trustworthy and I want to please  people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my hard truth – I can’t do both.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply have too many people making requests of me.  If I say "yes"  to all… I'm lying to somebody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of being trustworthy is being worthy  of trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being trustworthy does not mean your perfect.  It does mean that you  do what you say your going to do, and when you don’t,  you "own it." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There’s  a slight addition to this though... you ready?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be the guy who constantly has to "own it."  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; When you  constantly don’t come through, even though you admit it… you’re still not trustworthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the next time someone asks for something that is too  much, fight the urge to say "yes" to please the person.  You are really  making a choice between disappointing someone and losing trust with  someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is better to disappoint than to lose trust.  A good leader  under promises... all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-2554326041153199358?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/2554326041153199358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/2554326041153199358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/06/underpromising.html' title='Underpromising...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TCukp4oFHLI/AAAAAAAABY8/bp7d5WwYywM/s72-c/Smiling+woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-2974653005960161482</id><published>2010-06-28T11:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T11:43:29.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vampires &amp; Surgeons...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TBkGexQSPlI/AAAAAAAABYk/krvxY7GLsLY/s1600/Vampires-and-Surgeons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TBkGexQSPlI/AAAAAAAABYk/krvxY7GLsLY/s400/Vampires-and-Surgeons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483421146987773522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;I thought this was an imaginative and insightful post by &lt;a href="http://trappstr.com/category/about/"&gt;Brett Trapp&lt;/a&gt;.  Lots to think about is this parable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our life is a story of growth. From diapers to school naps to  multiplication tables and so on. Under the cupped hands of school and  family, we bloom. We grow. We grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But along the way, we bump up against vampires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vampires—negative people intent on draining us of life, hope and  optimism. They’re the bully in the gym, the gossip in the girls’  bathroom, the soured-on-life co-worker. Vampires come and they go, but  they never really go away. They move with us, lurking from lifestage to  lifestage. Sometimes disguised as friends and even family, they stand in  the shadows of our greatest moments—arms crossed, jealous toe tapping.  And when our shining moment fades and the lights dim, they track us down  in the parking lot, only to remind us of our pimples, hiccups, and  scars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these vampires do real damage. Their words stick, clinging to our  souls and thrashing around in our minds months and years and decades  later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then one day we meet a cheerleader. Ahh… the anti-vampire. Her  face is warm. She’s cute  and has a pony-tail. Her words soothe,  encourage, affirm. She’s our 5th grade teacher, or a smiling  face from church, or college buddy who loves life. The cheerleaders of  life tell us everything we want to believe about ourselves. That we’re  good-looking and funny and that we smell good. Not only are they present  during our shining moments, they’re actually the ones helping create  them, toe-touching and fist-pumping us the whole time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there’s a third player—the surgeon.  And he’s the difference-maker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surgeon is one part vampire, cutting and hacking and slinging  blood. And he’s one part cheerleader, nourishing pallid souls back to  health. He recognizes the ills of life and offers to help. He seats us  on the hospital table with the crinkly paper, finds the hidden tumors,  and goes to work. He doesn’t just dice and slice—for this would make him  only a butcher. He also administers blood during the procedure. He  identifies and fixes what we don’t need, and gives us more of what we do  need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, like vampires, surgeons are scary. Dark eyes peering over a  surgical mask, scalpel in hand. Oh, that scalpel–his instrument of pain!  But the surgeon, in all of his blood-soaked horror, has a noble  calling. Like a vampire, he wounds. But he wounds to heal. He cuts to  fix. He injures to revive. While the vampire is our enemy, the surgeon  is our friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: arial;"&gt;“Wounds from a friend can be trusted.” – Ancient proverb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us spend a lifetime running from vampires and running towards  cheerleaders—avoiding pain and chasing after people who make us feel  good. We resist the call of the surgeon, the call of the mentor. Because  in the wounding there is pain (and we are biologically programmed to  resist pain). But the wounding is the hallmark of a good mentor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good  mentor is not merely a cheerleader. He’s more than the rah-rah. Like a  surgeon, a good mentor identifies the tumors in our lives. She sees the  things that we cannot see or refuse to see—character defects, blind  spots, and glaring inconsistencies in the way we live. Mentors step into  our personal space and ask us the tough questions. They challenge our  presuppositions on living. They aren’t afraid to get bloody. The  ancients understood this; apprenticeships were a way of life.  Professional athletes understand this now; personal trainers and coaches  are a foregone conclusion. Yet in our personal lives, we’re content to  march along alone, sovereign rulers in the Kingdom of Me. And it’s in  this secret kingdom where the tumors of hubris, infidelity, and scandal  take root.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better to swing open the gates and invite a surgeon in. Surgery may  be needed. And you don’t have a day to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-2974653005960161482?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/2974653005960161482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/2974653005960161482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/06/vampires-surgeons.html' title='Vampires &amp; Surgeons...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TBkGexQSPlI/AAAAAAAABYk/krvxY7GLsLY/s72-c/Vampires-and-Surgeons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-3728431990805537597</id><published>2010-06-25T09:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T13:24:35.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Relational Invasion...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TCTz4GLX3dI/AAAAAAAABY0/2vqcjUOK62g/s1600/Smiling+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TCTz4GLX3dI/AAAAAAAABY0/2vqcjUOK62g/s320/Smiling+face.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486778391100644818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The following thoughts were shared by &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/02558359489093899660"&gt;Steve Saccone &lt;/a&gt;in a recent post.  Steve's words provided me with a great deal to think about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to the impact we long to have as human beings, we must  be intelligent in how we approach our relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To build  and develop true relational influence, we have to be invited into  someone’s relational space versus what we sometimes do, which is invade  someone’s relational space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By "relational space," I mean that  invisible dynamic inside of people where they either open themselves to  someone else’s advice… or resist it. For instance, if someone refuses to  allow us into his "relational space," that means he is resisting our  advice. In leadership, we often don't know exactly how to handle this  interpersonal dynamic. In the process, if we are the invader of  someone’s space, we break trust, lose credibility, and diminish our  capacity to influence. That’s why we must learn how to navigate the  space between you and another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s think about this dynamic in  a different way. Imagine hiring a personal trainer at a local gym to  help you get in shape. By hiring him, you give him permission to coach  you, offer his advice, and even push you to exercise with greater effort  and focus. You are inviting him into your “space.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the  contrary, imagine seeing a friend at the mall. After saying hello, he  verbally assesses your physical health, explains to you how much  exercise you need, and then commands you to "do 50 push-ups." I’d be  looking for the hidden camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This metaphor may sound bizarre,  but enter the world of relationships, and people often ignore this same  principle. We try to advise people who haven’t yet invited us into their  relational space. To them, our approach seems bizarre because we're  trying to impose on them something they've never invited us to give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this has happened with a person you’re trying to mentor, but  you haven't established a mentoring relationship. Or maybe it’s happened  with someone you supervise at work, but you've wrongly assumed they  want your input. Just because you live in close relational proximity,  and just because you have a position of authority, doesn't mean you've  established credibility, nor a voice of influence in their life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even  if our motives are sincere in wanting to make a positive impact, when  we force our way into a person’s relational space, they sense relational  invasion…and will usually resist. They resist because they feel we’re  barging in without knocking. They haven’t opened the door and welcomed  us in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As leaders, we will become more relationally intelligent  if we refuse to consistently invade people’s space. Instead, when we  wait to be invited our credibility builds and our influence capacity  expands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the primary ways to identify when someone is  inviting us in comes down to our ability to read and discern non-verbal,  invisible cues that people emit. Everyone sends them out, thus  communicating whether they’re open or closed off to us. This is revealed  primarily through body language and the emotional energy a person  emits. In simple terms, someone could maintain a welcoming and open  spirit, or they could emit an aloof and distant one. People tell us  without words whether they want our advice or input. To be relationally  intelligent, we must pay close attention to these cues. Over time, this  will help us build relational capital and expand our influence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm  not advocating for relational passivity here. And, this doesn't mean  there aren't moments when we push through resistance and challenge  people to grow and change. It’s just that in many circles, we rarely  acknowledge this dynamic, and we continually overlook these cues, often  forcing our agenda upon someone and eroding trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Jesus  doesn't force Himself on people neither should we. But His posture is  always bent toward serving others, and He’s a model we can emulate in  our conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-3728431990805537597?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/3728431990805537597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/3728431990805537597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/06/relational-invasion.html' title='Relational Invasion...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TCTz4GLX3dI/AAAAAAAABY0/2vqcjUOK62g/s72-c/Smiling+face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-5210378276485310012</id><published>2010-06-16T09:02:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T09:13:29.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Reasons Not to Consider Yourself an Empowering Leader...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TBjb2jk0zKI/AAAAAAAABYc/TGibWyM0a_w/s1600/Man+with+glinting+glasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TBjb2jk0zKI/AAAAAAAABYc/TGibWyM0a_w/s320/Man+with+glinting+glasses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483374276632693922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;As someone who's trying to grow as a leader, I found this recent post by &lt;a href="http://www.ronedmondson.com/about"&gt;Ron Edmondson&lt;/a&gt; to be very useful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are 10 reasons you may want to reconsider calling yourself an  empowering leader AND some tips on what to do about each one:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Your number one answer is “NO”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A leader should practice  saying “Yes,” even when he or she isn’t certain it’s the right  decision.  Many times, he or she will be proven wrong.  Other times a  mistake will be made.  In those times, the leader shouldn’t claim, “I  told you so,” but allow those times to help shape the empowered leader.   You’ve learned from your mistakes and you should allow your leaders  that opportunity as well.  Saying “Yes” invites people to take risks and  keeps them exploring new ideas for your team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2. You  have to personally approve every decision and control every outcome&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  leader has to let go of control if she wants others on the team to  continue exploring new ideas. Giving up the leader’s right to approve  every decision implants ownership into the minds of the team members.  People are more likely to give their best attention to things over which  they personally have responsibility and control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3.  Everyone on your team works “for you” and not “with you”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If  your team feels that they are merely an employee to do your bidding,  they will most likely respond as an employee responds; working for a  paycheck, rather than as partners on a team.  The more the leader talks  about and treats people around him or her as participants in attaining a  common vision, the more likely others on the team will perform in that  role, and perform at a higher level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mere employees are fine,  they just aren’t as valuable, useful or reliable as trusted team  members.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You use the word “I” more than the word “We”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  leader’s words carry more weight than he may realize.  The best leaders  I know rarely use the term “I”, because they love including others in  the progress of their work.  They love to share credit and spread  responsibility, recognizing that the combined efforts of a team make an  organization better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your idea of delegation is  telling people what to do, when and how to do it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a  leader wants to delegate, then she has to delegate not only  responsibility but also authority. Giving an assignment to someone  should also mean giving them the right to choose the best ways to get it  done and the general timetable for accomplishing the task. The leader  may need to give a deadline for the task to be done, but then she should  give some freedom for the one responsible to set the pace towards  completion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;6. You say “Do this” far more than you ask  “What should we do?”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a leader wants true team  members, then he will have to welcome input by soliciting ideas from  others on the team. If people feel they never have a voice at the table,  they are less likely to dream new ideas for the team. Eventually, if  someone with leadership abilities isn’t allowed to contribute to the  discussion, she will look for a place to serve where her input is  valued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Nothing happens in your organization without  your knowledge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best delegators I know lead people  who are capable of carrying a task to completion without being hand-held  through the process. When I see a team accomplishing great things that  the lead person doesn’t even know about, I know it is a healthy leader  and most likely a healthy team. The leader should be close enough to  other areas of the organization to know progress is being made, but  should be comfortable with not knowing all the details of  accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;8. You consistently reverse the  decisions of the team&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be times when it is  imperative for the leader to reverse a decision made by others on the  team, but this should be a rare occurrence.  No one likes to waste his  or her time and energy on something, which will never be valued or  used.  It would almost be better to let a few bad decisions go forward  than for the leader to shut down the team from wanting to try new  things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;9. You control information because information  is power&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaders should willingly share information with  the team necessary for completion of their work, but also for  motivation, team building, collaboration and a sense of ownership by the  entire team. Additionally, information should flow through an  organization freely, not simply from the top down. The leader who is  closed to learning from those that technically work “for him” will  quickly find that the best ideas are never heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You  crush people when they make a mistake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People on the  team watch how the leader handles other team member’s mistakes. If they  see the leader as forgiving and applying grace to the situation, they  are more likely to take a risk. If a team member believes she will feel  the crushing weight of defeat if a mistake is made, she will rarely  venture outside what is absolutely required to get the job done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If  you desire to be an empowering leader, you desire a challenging task.  It requires more risk-taking, a greater value placed upon other people’s  skills, and a willingness to humble yourself.  Great organizations,  however, are built by those leaders willing to empower others to lead  well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Which of these areas is hardest for you to live out as a  leader?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-5210378276485310012?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/5210378276485310012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/5210378276485310012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/06/10-reasons-not-to-consider-yourself.html' title='10 Reasons Not to Consider Yourself an Empowering Leader...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TBjb2jk0zKI/AAAAAAAABYc/TGibWyM0a_w/s72-c/Man+with+glinting+glasses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-6635521670532253233</id><published>2010-06-11T13:16:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T13:27:29.495-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God In Brown Shoes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TBJ_7jzN2PI/AAAAAAAABYU/Shr_xOFQVhs/s1600/Old+brown+shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TBJ_7jzN2PI/AAAAAAAABYU/Shr_xOFQVhs/s400/Old+brown+shoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481584357662382322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;I thought this recent post by &lt;a href="http://shaungroves.com/about/"&gt;Shaun Groves&lt;/a&gt; was terrific:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wrong before. About a lot of things. Some of them got  written down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve tried to communicate God, as I understand Him at the moment, to  the best of my ability, over and over again. And over and over again, as  the passage of time has gifted me new vantage points and wisdom and  humility, I’ve realized my heresies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heresy is inevitable when describing God. And this fact leaves me  paralyzed when I sit down to write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens if I’m wrong?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it struck me, out of the blue, I will be. Often. As I have  been. And that scared me. Until I saw it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a picture on my piano. It was drawn by my youngest daughter,  the best artist in the family. It’s a picture of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this even though It lacks proper detail, color, perspective.  In her rendition I have no neck, no knees or elbows. I’m wearing brown  shoes and I hate brown shoes. But the hair’s right and I’m taller than  everyone else on the page. And across the top, over my head, it says, “I  love Daddy.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To an art critic it’s atrocious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a form of photo ID it’s useless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to me, her Dad, the model for this piece, the recipient of this  gift, it’s beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every Wednesday we have art lessons – we sit down at the kitchen  table and draw together. She’s getting better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the truth matters. I’m no proponent of loosey goosey  make-it-up-as-you-go-along theology. It matters what God we’re loving  not just that we love God. I know Paul literally trembled when trying to  put God into words – because the words matter. I know. I know. Truth.  Accuracy. These things matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So does grace. And mercy. Two words I think – today anyway – God is  speaking to me, reminding me to give myself as he’s given to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s no surprise to God when I get God wrong – when the lines and  colors are out of place and he’s left neckless in brown shoes of all  things. It’s inevitable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All writers, in fact – of songs, books, blogs – are heretics.  Painters and preachers and you too. God is unavoidably trimmed and bent  to fit inside our words – our puny minds, our narrow cultures, time and  space and pages. Every attempt to capture him is more of a sketch than a  photograph. No one has rendered God right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wonder if he looks at all our well-intentioned scribblings and  says, “It’s beautiful... let’s draw together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of that possibility makes me brave. Today anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-6635521670532253233?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/6635521670532253233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/6635521670532253233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/06/god-in-brown-shoes.html' title='God In Brown Shoes...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TBJ_7jzN2PI/AAAAAAAABYU/Shr_xOFQVhs/s72-c/Old+brown+shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-5699807544116614330</id><published>2010-06-07T14:54:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T15:51:19.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Staying Power...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TA1bi2kAJwI/AAAAAAAABYE/UU1MMBpXR8M/s1600/Along-the-Trail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TA1bi2kAJwI/AAAAAAAABYE/UU1MMBpXR8M/s400/Along-the-Trail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480136975899961090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;This poem, by &lt;a href="http://www.jeannemurraywalker.com/bio.php"&gt;Jeanne Murray Walker&lt;/a&gt;, speaks beautifully to why a person can doubt  and still believe.  This is what it means to write hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying Power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In appreciation of Maxim Gorky at the International  Convention of Atheists. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; 1929)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Gorky, I sometimes follow my doubts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outside and question the metal sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;longing to have the fight settled, thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t go on like this, and finally I say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all right, it is improbable, all right, there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is no God.  And then as if I’m focusing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a magnifying glass on dry leaves, God blazes up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the attention, maybe, to what isn’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there that makes the notion flare like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a forest fire until I have to spend the afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dragging the hose to put it out.  Even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on an ordinary day when a friend calls,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tells me they’ve found melanoma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;complains that the hospital is cold, I say God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I say as my heart turns inside out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick up any language by the scruff of its neck,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wipe its face, set it down on the lawn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I bet it will toddle right into the godfire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, which--though they say it doesn’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exist—can send you straight to the burn unit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we have only so many words to think with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say God’s not fire, say anything, say God’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a phone, maybe.  You know you didn’t order a phone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there it is.  It rings.  You don’t know who it could be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t want to talk, so you pull out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the plug.  It rings.  You smash it with a hammer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till it bleeds springs and coils and clobbered up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;metal bits.  It rings again.  You pick it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a voice you love whispers hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-5699807544116614330?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/5699807544116614330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/5699807544116614330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/06/staying-power.html' title='Staying Power...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TA1bi2kAJwI/AAAAAAAABYE/UU1MMBpXR8M/s72-c/Along-the-Trail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-3584037809858339696</id><published>2010-06-04T12:26:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T12:47:14.815-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Traditional Ministry vs. Biblical Ministry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TAk8B8eeYwI/AAAAAAAABX8/YSySdKQqi2c/s1600/Old+green+chair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TAk8B8eeYwI/AAAAAAAABX8/YSySdKQqi2c/s400/Old+green+chair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478976425784402690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I found the following post by &lt;a href="http://www.ericgeiger.com/"&gt;Eric Geiger&lt;/a&gt;, co-author of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.amazon.com/Simple-Church-Returning-Process-Disciples/dp/0805447997/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1275673058&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Simple Church&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,  to be an insightful read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Often I hear deep lamenting from elders, ministers and staff teams about the lack of volunteer engagement in their  churches. And often I have discovered that the problem is not with the  people, but a faulty ministry culture that fosters low levels of  volunteerism and perpetuates an unhealthy dependence on clergy. The  typical approach to ministry in most churches stands in stark contrast  to the biblical approach given to us clearly by God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; typical approach&lt;/span&gt;  to ministry in many churches looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ministers/Staff) &gt;&gt; minister  &gt;&gt; (people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typically ministers are hired to minister to people. The number of children increases, so  the solution is another minister. The number of sick people is on  the rise; therefore, someone is hired to visit people in the hospitals.  The typical approach is both illogical and unbiblical.  The view is illogical because a church will never be able to afford to  hire the entire ministry away. The view is unbiblical because it  violates the essential doctrines of the priesthood of believers and  spiritual gifting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;biblical approach&lt;/span&gt;  is found in Ephesians 4:11-12. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“It was he who gave some to be … pastors  and teachers, to prepare God’s people for works of service, so that the  body of Christ may be built up.”&lt;/span&gt; The biblical approach looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ministers) &gt;&gt; prepare  &gt;&gt; (people) &gt;&gt; to minister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, we’ve created a big  discrepancy between “Ministers” and “ministers.” Ministers are really leaders who don’t do ministry. Rather they equip  and prepare people (ministers) for ministry. Churches that have  effectively created a volunteer culture possess a deep seeded biblical  conviction that all believers are gifted for ministry, not just the  “professionals.”  The ministers view themselves as equippers and trainers  of the ministers within their church, and the people view themselves as  active and essential servants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do we foster a culture in churches where people expect to be trained and  equipped?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-3584037809858339696?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/3584037809858339696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/3584037809858339696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/06/traditional-ministry-vs-biblical.html' title='Traditional Ministry vs. Biblical Ministry...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TAk8B8eeYwI/AAAAAAAABX8/YSySdKQqi2c/s72-c/Old+green+chair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-769013728849646961</id><published>2010-06-02T10:48:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T10:57:54.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of High Five-ing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The simple handshake has evolved into the high five. And the high five has morphed into more permutations than you can shake a stick at.  If you're struggling to stay current in the world of "high five-ing," this  video can help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=11333139&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=0&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=11333139&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=0&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Go forth and high five with confidence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-769013728849646961?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/769013728849646961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/769013728849646961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/06/art-of-high-fiving.html' title='The Art of High Five-ing...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-5298280982177920002</id><published>2010-06-01T06:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T06:51:00.861-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Still...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TARoXZW3zeI/AAAAAAAABXw/h_aRjbck7qA/s1600/Field.Clouds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TARoXZW3zeI/AAAAAAAABXw/h_aRjbck7qA/s400/Field.Clouds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477617797942463970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"What people so desperately need today is space, stillness and attentiveness. And what so many churches major in are busyness, hurry and noise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-5298280982177920002?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/5298280982177920002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/5298280982177920002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/06/be-still.html' title='Be Still...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/TARoXZW3zeI/AAAAAAAABXw/h_aRjbck7qA/s72-c/Field.Clouds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-2182992732130554458</id><published>2010-05-31T20:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T20:43:32.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dueling Tee-Shirts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dueling tee-shirts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DKWdSCt4jGE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DKWdSCt4jGE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pretty amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-2182992732130554458?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/2182992732130554458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/2182992732130554458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/05/dueling-tee-shirts.html' title='Dueling Tee-Shirts...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-7252870474229592992</id><published>2010-05-28T11:09:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T11:21:11.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiter, There's A Fly In My Soup...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S__tHNit9zI/AAAAAAAABXg/6iS8_XiZa10/s1600/Bumbling+Waiter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S__tHNit9zI/AAAAAAAABXg/6iS8_XiZa10/s320/Bumbling+Waiter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476356380055959346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;I thought this was a great post from &lt;a href="http://michaelhyatt.com/about"&gt;Michael Hyatt&lt;/a&gt; in which he suggests four strategies to use in responding to poor customer service:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you’ve noticed:  customer service has deteriorated noticeably since the recession began.  Fewer waiters in restaurants. Slower room service in hotels. Longer wait  times for support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is hardly surprising. With significant layoffs in almost every  industry, fewer people are available to provide the level of service you  have come to expect. Everyone is scrambling. Many are stumbling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can you do about it? More than you  think. But it begins by adjusting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: arial;"&gt;your attitude.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; This is what  distinguishes leaders from non-leaders. They have the ability to lead  themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, here four strategies for responding to poor customer  service:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Be more understanding. The people who are trying to  serve me are no doubt overworked and underpaid. They are doing the best  they can. They didn’t wake up this morning plotting how to disappoint  me. They are not stupid or incompetent. Indeed, most of them are  frustrated that they don’t have more resources to meet their customers’  needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Express gratitude. It’s easy to focus on all the  stuff I am not getting that I think I am entitled to. Instead, I am  going to work hard to thank people for all the little stuff they do for  me. If I can set aside my expectations, it’s amazing how much more I  will notice and acknowledge. A simple, heart-felt “thank you” can  re-energize a person who is discouraged and ready to quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Demonstrate patience. Is my need really so urgent  or am I really that important that I need it now? Probably not.  I can use these delays and annoyances to polish my own character and  better learn the virtue of patience. This comes down to a simple matter  of treating others the way I would want to be treated in a similar  situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Extend grace. Someone has said that mercy is not  giving people what they deserve while grace is giving people what they  don’t deserve. For example, that over-worked waiter didn’t give me the  service that I might have received two years ago. But now he’s covering  50% more tables. And people are tipping less. I’m going to give him the  full 20%. Why? Because I want to be a gracious and bless him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of this means you have to rollover or accept poor service as the  new norm. But you are more likely to get good service if you have a good  attitude rather than a bad one. And even if you don’t get better  service, you can at least feel better about yourself and what you are  becoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-7252870474229592992?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/7252870474229592992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/7252870474229592992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/05/waiter-theres-fly-in-my-soup.html' title='Waiter, There&apos;s A Fly In My Soup...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S__tHNit9zI/AAAAAAAABXg/6iS8_XiZa10/s72-c/Bumbling+Waiter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-5240877632648535113</id><published>2010-05-25T18:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T18:23:57.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ACEBPAASHTOTIIYCOOU...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S_xb3TNZYTI/AAAAAAAABXA/WDZTjFd7I9c/s1600/Letters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S_xb3TNZYTI/AAAAAAAABXA/WDZTjFd7I9c/s400/Letters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475352252583076146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ACEBPAASHTOTIIYCOOU = Acronyms can easily be perceived as a secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; handshake that only the insiders in your church or organization understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Be judicious and thoughtful in your use of acronyms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-5240877632648535113?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/5240877632648535113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/5240877632648535113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/05/acebpaashtotiiycoou.html' title='ACEBPAASHTOTIIYCOOU...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S_xb3TNZYTI/AAAAAAAABXA/WDZTjFd7I9c/s72-c/Letters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-6755400947738267030</id><published>2010-05-21T11:29:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T11:44:28.979-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Became...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S_a3pix2E3I/AAAAAAAABW4/vVXCuslvX8Q/s1600/Adandoned.church.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S_a3pix2E3I/AAAAAAAABW4/vVXCuslvX8Q/s400/Adandoned.church.3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473764321453806450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Somewhere along the way "church" for some people became a once-a-week  event at a building... an event with no sense of community, and removed from the rest of their week and lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-6755400947738267030?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/6755400947738267030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/6755400947738267030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/05/church-became.html' title='Church Became...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S_a3pix2E3I/AAAAAAAABW4/vVXCuslvX8Q/s72-c/Adandoned.church.3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-4025864937438158355</id><published>2010-05-20T18:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T19:10:01.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight Back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S_XPIu8fpbI/AAAAAAAABWg/Qz0epXfLloA/s1600/Boxer1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S_XPIu8fpbI/AAAAAAAABWg/Qz0epXfLloA/s320/Boxer1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473508671086372274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Holy Spirit knew I needed the reminder found in this recent post by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://withoutwax.tv/home/"&gt;Pete Wilson&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leading in any environment can be a difficult, exhausting, and lonely  task. Whether you’re a minister, a mother, a teacher, a small business  owner or the CEO of a large company you know exactly what I’m talking  about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet there are some of you who doubt whether or not you’re making a  difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet there are some of you avoiding an important challenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet there are some of you tempted to abandon God’s values.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet there are some of you tempted to give up today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointment, discouragement, and divisiveness constantly hunt  after the leader’s spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-4025864937438158355?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/4025864937438158355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/4025864937438158355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/05/fight-back.html' title='Fight Back...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S_XPIu8fpbI/AAAAAAAABWg/Qz0epXfLloA/s72-c/Boxer1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-5935634922210624731</id><published>2010-05-14T10:52:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T11:15:07.422-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gospel vs. Religion...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S-1zQBFiM_I/AAAAAAAABWY/E-4Gz2nrqqc/s1600/After+storm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S-1zQBFiM_I/AAAAAAAABWY/E-4Gz2nrqqc/s320/After+storm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471155841331770354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Acceptance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Religion:&lt;/span&gt; “I obey; therefore, I’m  accepted.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Gospel:&lt;/span&gt; “I’m accepted; therefore, I  obey.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motivation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Religion:&lt;/span&gt; Motivation is based on fear  and insecurity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Gospel: &lt;/span&gt;Motivation is based on  grateful joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obedience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Religion:&lt;/span&gt; I obey God in order to get  things from God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Gospel:&lt;/span&gt; I obey God to get God – to  delight in and resemble Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circumstances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Religion:&lt;/span&gt; When circumstances in my  life go wrong, I am angry at God or myself, since I believe that anyone  who is good deserves a comfortable life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Gospel:&lt;/span&gt; When circumstances in my life  go wrong, I struggle, but I know my punishment fell on Jesus and that  while God may allow this for my training, He will exercise his Fatherly  love within my trial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criticism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Religion:&lt;/span&gt; When I am criticized, I am  furious or devastated because it is critical that I think of myself as a  “good person.” Threats to self-image must be destroyed at all costs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Gospel: &lt;/span&gt;When I am criticized, I  struggle, but it is not essential for me to think of myself as a “good  person.” My identity is not built on my record or my performance, but on  God’s love for me in Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Religion:&lt;/span&gt; My prayer life consists  largely of petition, and it only heats up when I am in a time of need.  My main purpose in prayer is control of the environment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Gospel:&lt;/span&gt; My prayer life consists of  generous stretches of praise and adoration. My main purpose is  fellowship with God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Religion:&lt;/span&gt; My self-view swings things  between to poles. If and when I am living up to my standards, I feel  confident, but then I am prone to be proud and unsympathetic to failing  people. If and when I am not living up to standards, I feel humble but  not confident – I feel like a failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Gospel:&lt;/span&gt; My self-view is not based on  my moral achievement. In Christ I am simultaneously sinful and lost, yet accepted in Christ. I am so bad that  he had to die for me, and I am so loved that he was glad to die for me.  This leads me to deep humility and confidence at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Identity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Religion: &lt;/span&gt;My identity and self-worth  are based mainly on how hard I work, or how moral I am – and so I must  look down on those I perceive as lazy or immoral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Gospel: &lt;/span&gt;My identity and self worth are  centered on the One who died for me. I am saved by sheer grace, and I  can’t look down on those who believe or practice something different  from me. Only by grace am I what I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-5935634922210624731?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/5935634922210624731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/5935634922210624731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/05/gospel-vs-religion.html' title='Gospel vs. Religion...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S-1zQBFiM_I/AAAAAAAABWY/E-4Gz2nrqqc/s72-c/After+storm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-7119496888981880012</id><published>2010-05-11T17:14:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T17:35:35.525-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking Along...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S-nbg6-TECI/AAAAAAAABWI/o5n8b9C4m_M/s1600/Walking+path.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S-nbg6-TECI/AAAAAAAABWI/o5n8b9C4m_M/s400/Walking+path.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470144581051027490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I found myself on a walking trail in a large park not long ago.  Many of my fellow walkers/joggers/runners seemed to be most intent on their activity.  I tried to take in those who joined me on the path.  I saw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Basketball man"&lt;/span&gt;... an older gentleman who carried a basketball with him as he walked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ohio State man" &lt;/span&gt;was decked out in an Ohio State hat and tee-shirt.  He wore big sunglasses and listened to his iPod as he walked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Stroller jogging moms"&lt;/span&gt; (and an occasional dad) who have the latest in aerodynamic stroller technology (a three wheeler with big tires) that allows for speed and efficiency as they job while pushing Junior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Lady with the big stick"&lt;/span&gt;... an older African American woman who walked with a big stick firmly grasped in her right hand.  I assumed it was a defence against loose dogs and not a weapon to be used on fellow walkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Walker walking man"&lt;/span&gt;... older man who appeared to have suffered a stroke.  He shuffled along behind his aluminum walker as he straddled the center of the path hash-marks separating the walking/jogging side of the path from the bicycle side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who did you see today?&lt;br /&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/6030655385456984428-7119496888981880012?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/7119496888981880012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/7119496888981880012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/05/walking-along.html' title='Walking Along...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S-nbg6-TECI/AAAAAAAABWI/o5n8b9C4m_M/s72-c/Walking+path.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-5618023195215667622</id><published>2010-05-07T14:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T14:37:28.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Contemporvant"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;Some videos are so hilarious (and convicting) you feel compelled to share them.  This &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;vid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt; fits that description.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=11501569&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=11501569&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/11501569"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-5618023195215667622?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/5618023195215667622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/5618023195215667622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/05/contemporvant.html' title='&quot;Contemporvant&quot;...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-1199979069004100367</id><published>2010-05-04T21:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T22:05:20.711-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Investment Questions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S-Df-1232gI/AAAAAAAABVw/xW-1Mguk9Is/s1600/Extended+hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S-Df-1232gI/AAAAAAAABVw/xW-1Mguk9Is/s400/Extended+hand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467616218329897474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today was day two of &lt;a href="http://driveconference.com/"&gt;Drive Conference 2010&lt;/a&gt;, and I enjoyed a challenging day full of "learnings."  As I flipped through the notes I'd taken today, I noticed two questions in my notebook I'd both underscored and circled (which may or may not mean these were my key take-aways from the day).  Regardless, I thought the two questions were worth sharing with you... as I believe the answers we arrive at to these questions say a great deal about each of us--both in terms of the people we have in our lives, and the kind of people we are to the people in our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the questions, and allow God's Spirit to breathe wisdom and insight into your heart and mind as you answer them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) Who are the people I feel are investing in me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Who are the people who feel I am investing in them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you able to come up with names in answer to both questions?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/6030655385456984428-1199979069004100367?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/1199979069004100367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/1199979069004100367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/05/investment-questions.html' title='Investment Questions...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S-Df-1232gI/AAAAAAAABVw/xW-1Mguk9Is/s72-c/Extended+hand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-7564572315894034819</id><published>2010-04-30T19:08:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T19:31:50.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabbatical Reflections...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S9t1UTIw4pI/AAAAAAAABVo/BBnvS8nOKao/s1600/Lonely+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S9t1UTIw4pI/AAAAAAAABVo/BBnvS8nOKao/s400/Lonely+tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466091564339094162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Time moves quickly.  Almost two weeks have passed since my return from my sabbatical.  It's taken me all of that time to begin to process some of the lessons God taught me through the sabbatical.  If no particular order, here are some reflections from my sabbatical...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began my sabbatical with this prayer:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;"Father, my desire is to hear You.  Not necessarily that You would speak to me, though that would be wonderful, and I trust You to do that if You see fit.  Rather, I want to be listening for what You are saying and what You have been saying.  I fear my hectic pace is often such that I’m too busy doing things I believe would please You… and I fail to listen for what You are saying to me.  Tune my ears, Father… still my mind, and calm my spirit and my heart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I approached the two weeks of sabbatical with intentionality and prayer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I did not view my sabbatical as a vacation, or even a study break.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My sense was that the Spirit was leading me into a time of rest, reflection, prayer, reading, solitude and renewal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It took me about two days to “cycle down”… as my normal life pace (RPMs) tends to be fast-paced, but God was patient and waited on me to quiet down.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I was not looking forward to hours of solitude… but I came to delight in them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Reading, praying, thinking and walking became thrilling ways for me to spend time alongside God… and wonderful opportunities to hear Him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Orleans has some great parks… and I spent delightful days at both &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Audubon_Park,_New_Orleans"&gt;Audubon Park&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/City_Park_%28New_Orleans%29"&gt;City Park&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Walking, delighting in God’s creation, taking in the beauty of springtime (the azaleas were in bloom!), being among people--but not necessarily interacting with them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent two wonderful afternoons at the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Orleans_Museum_of_Art"&gt;New Orleans’ Museum of Art&lt;/a&gt; (Wednesday afternoons are free admission!). Being able to take in the work of master painters, sculptors and other artisans at a pace I rarely allow myself (do you rush through museums?) was nourishing to my soul.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I saw and experienced God’s majesty and creative power revealed in the talent He had given these artisans.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did enjoy some great food while in New Orleans… my good friend and Carrollton elder, Robert Carpenter and his wife, Myrna, were my gracious hosts for several meals.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I discovered that while it was pleasant to read and people-watch as I took most of my meals alone, I really missed the companionship of others (especially Susan) around the meal table.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I realized that for me, food is best enjoyed in the presence of family and friends.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I preached at &lt;a href="http://www.carrolltonavenuechurch.org/"&gt;Carrollton Avenue church&lt;/a&gt; on the three Sundays I was in New Orleans.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This responsibility in no way detracted from my sabbatical. If anything, God used this time alongside fellow believers as a reminder of the great gift He’s given us in providing church family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last Sunday’s lesson at Carrollton was on Sabbath.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was a lesson I would not have thought to bring, or even been prepared to deliver, if it had not been for my time spent in sabbatical.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have returned to Abilene with a deeper understanding of, and appreciation for, God’s great gift of Sabbath.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have committed to God a weekly observance of a Sabbath.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My sabbatical ended with this prayer on my lips: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Father, I delight in You!  Praise your Holy Name!"&lt;br /&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/6030655385456984428-7564572315894034819?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/7564572315894034819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/7564572315894034819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/04/sabbatical-reflections.html' title='Sabbatical Reflections...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S9t1UTIw4pI/AAAAAAAABVo/BBnvS8nOKao/s72-c/Lonely+tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-2573324449087449625</id><published>2010-04-29T10:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T11:35:53.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What You Can Learn From A Lousy Teacher...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S9m1Ehkgd6I/AAAAAAAABVY/3Zf2HEPc4NM/s1600/Mean+teacher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S9m1Ehkgd6I/AAAAAAAABVY/3Zf2HEPc4NM/s320/Mean+teacher.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465598712126404514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seth_Godin"&gt;Seth Godin&lt;/a&gt; seems to have a knack for making me think about things differently.  He did that again for me in this recent post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a teacher (of any sort)  that you cannot please, that you  cannot learn from, that is unwilling to take you where you need to go  because he is defending the status quo and demonstrates your failure on whatever report card he chooses to use,  you could  consider yourself a failure. Or you could remind yourself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Grades are an illusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Your passion and insight are reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Your work is worth more than mere congruence to an answer key.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Persistence in the face of a skeptical authority figure is a  powerful ability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fitting in is a short-term strategy, standing out pays off in the  long run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you care enough about the work to be criticized, you've learned  enough for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-2573324449087449625?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/2573324449087449625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/2573324449087449625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-you-can-learn-from-lousy-teacher.html' title='What You Can Learn From A Lousy Teacher...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S9m1Ehkgd6I/AAAAAAAABVY/3Zf2HEPc4NM/s72-c/Mean+teacher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-3023223901417564390</id><published>2010-04-26T20:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T20:38:22.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Quilt...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S9Y_7LrvtNI/AAAAAAAABVI/kvl3UYQA4p0/s1600/Quilters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S9Y_7LrvtNI/AAAAAAAABVI/kvl3UYQA4p0/s320/Quilters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464625483841778898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;I'm a fan of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seth_Godin"&gt;Seth Godin&lt;/a&gt;.  I appreciate his ability to pack a ton of insight into a few words... as evidenced by this recent post:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you've had enough, can't tolerate your job any longer and are  ready to quit, perhaps you could try one last thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quilt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got nothing to lose, right? I mean, you're going  to quit anyway, so what's the worst that could happen to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So  quilt. Spend hours every day integrating the people you work with into a  cohesive group. Weave in your customers as well. Take every scrap, even  the people you don't like, and sew them together. Spend far less time  than you should on the 'real' work and instead focus on creating genuine  connections with the people you work with. Including your boss. After  all, once you quit, you're never going to see them again anyway, right?  Might as well give it a try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Careful... it might change  everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" class="entry-body"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-3023223901417564390?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/3023223901417564390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/3023223901417564390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-quilt.html' title='I Quilt...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S9Y_7LrvtNI/AAAAAAAABVI/kvl3UYQA4p0/s72-c/Quilters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-8488184464770639325</id><published>2010-04-23T08:17:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T08:48:56.691-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back (I Think)...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S9Gk3Rhr3bI/AAAAAAAABVA/osqajvwl5lY/s1600/Big+Flower+On+Lapel+Man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S9Gk3Rhr3bI/AAAAAAAABVA/osqajvwl5lY/s320/Big+Flower+On+Lapel+Man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463329092481572274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's been almost a week since I returned from my two-week sabbatical and I've been somewhat conflicted about resuming regular postings to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Conexus&lt;/span&gt;.  My struggle hasn't been with not having anything I'd like to share.  More to the point, I've wrestled with some deeper concerns about the place social media (blogs, Facebook, Twitter, etc.) now occupies in our culture, and the time being invested by so many of us in social media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I've grown a bit disenchanted with some who have appointed themselves arbiters of what's worth saying, and their self-ascribed expertise in how to say it. To put it bluntly, the pretentiousness of some out there in social media land has made me question if I want to continue to add to the on-line cacophony of words and sound... in what seems to be an ever increasing environment in which very few are truly reading and listening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, at the risk of sounding pretentious, I've decided to return to a somewhat regular routine of posting to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Conexus&lt;/span&gt;.  I re-examined why I started this blog in the first place &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ll try to have something I think is  worth reading or I won't bother writing it."&lt;/span&gt;  - Quote from my first post in April of 2008) and felt that remained a valid platform to work from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bottom line... I'm writing as a creative and introspective outlet. I'm encouraged you might want to occasionally read what I write... but I'm also okay if you want to click elsewhere.  Further disclosure: I turned off the comment feature on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Conexus&lt;/span&gt; some time ago, not because I didn't enjoy your occasional comments, but because I didn't want the desire for comments to drive what and who I wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to be back.  I look forward to seeing where God takes me and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Conexus&lt;/span&gt; in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-8488184464770639325?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/8488184464770639325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/8488184464770639325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-back-i-think.html' title='I&apos;m Back (I Think)...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S9Gk3Rhr3bI/AAAAAAAABVA/osqajvwl5lY/s72-c/Big+Flower+On+Lapel+Man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-2948535109268224133</id><published>2010-04-05T15:16:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T16:14:12.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabbatical...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S7pSkOJLUTI/AAAAAAAABU4/BO7uNLyHePk/s1600/Solitary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S7pSkOJLUTI/AAAAAAAABU4/BO7uNLyHePk/s320/Solitary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456764680738132274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I begin a two-week sabbatical today... a gift of personal and spiritual renewal provided me by my SoHills' shepherds.  The prayer I am praying as I enter this sabbatical is not that God would speak to me... don't get me wrong, I'd be thrilled if God did, and I trust He will do so if He sees fit.  Rather, I want to be listening for what God is saying... and what perhaps I've not been hearing because of my pace or "busyness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd appreciate your prayers on my behalf.  I'll see you in two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For the darkness of waiting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;of not knowing what is to come,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;of staying ready and quiet and attentive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;we praise you, O God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the darkness and the light are both alike  to you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the darkness of staying silent,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the terror of having nothing to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for the greater terror of needing to say  nothing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;we praise you, O God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the darkness and the light are both alike  to you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the darkness of loving,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;in which it is safe to surrender, to let go of  our self-protection,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to stop holding back our desire,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;we praise you, O God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the darkness and the light are both alike  to you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the darkness of choosing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you give us the moment to speak, and act,  and change,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we cannot know what we have set in motion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we still have to take the risk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;we praise you, O God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the darkness and the light are both alike  to you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the darkness of hoping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a world which longs for you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the wrestling and the laboring of all  creation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;for wholeness and justice and freedom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;we praise you, O God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the darkness and the light are both alike  to you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;All Desires Known&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; by Janet Morley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-2948535109268224133?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/2948535109268224133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/2948535109268224133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/04/sabbatical.html' title='Sabbatical...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S7pSkOJLUTI/AAAAAAAABU4/BO7uNLyHePk/s72-c/Solitary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-5792760319888521398</id><published>2010-04-01T11:45:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T16:54:37.242-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Most Important Leadership Responsibilities...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S9dcpaaQk_I/AAAAAAAABVQ/i3Gc1Yd7xho/s1600/Number+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S9dcpaaQk_I/AAAAAAAABVQ/i3Gc1Yd7xho/s320/Number+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464938539371238386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;I really liked, and really related to, these thoughts on leadership &lt;a href="http://potsc.com/about-us/"&gt;Mike Foster&lt;/a&gt; shared recently:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had to pick my two most important  leadership responsibilities, here's what they'd be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Build Trust:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I do this with striving to live  transparently and with character in both my personal and professional  life. Bottom line is if people don’t trust you, they won’t let you lead  them. Especially if you are leading to a place of challenge, risk, and  the unknown. Our inspirational speeches, clever mission statements, and  our stunning business card titles are nice, but they don’t trump trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Bear Pain:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Let me shoot straight. If your heart  isn't burdened for others and you're not helping to carry that weight,  then you are not a leader. If your world isn't uncomfortable and you  aren't navigating pain on a daily basis, then you’re probably not a  leader.  I love what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://swerve.lifechurch.tv/"&gt;Craig  Groeschel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; said to me many moons ago: “The size of your platform is directly proportional to the amount of  pain you can endure.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts? Are there any other leadership responsibilities that you think are more  critical?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-5792760319888521398?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/5792760319888521398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/5792760319888521398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/04/two-most-important-leadership.html' title='Two Most Important Leadership Responsibilities...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S9dcpaaQk_I/AAAAAAAABVQ/i3Gc1Yd7xho/s72-c/Number+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-864841155410046067</id><published>2010-03-29T19:28:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T20:22:30.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformational Church...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S7FQ0O1OXfI/AAAAAAAABUw/PYudCKEyZi0/s1600/Dark+church.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S7FQ0O1OXfI/AAAAAAAABUw/PYudCKEyZi0/s320/Dark+church.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454229481987137010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I found this excerpt from the soon-to-be published book &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.amazon.com/Transformational-Church-Creating-Scorecard-Congregations/dp/1433669307/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1269549101&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Transformational Church&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; by Ed Stetzer and Thom Rainer to be a worthwhile read.  I look forward to reading the entire book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have spent the most of our adult lives as leaders serving churches.  During those years, like many of you, we have watched God transform  people with the power of the gospel. Transformation is at the heart of  God's mission to humanity. He delights in moving us from the kingdom of  darkness to the kingdom of light--and then empowering and directing us  as agents of his kingdom. And He has chosen the church as His instrument  in this world. We, the body of Christ, are God's chosen method to  deliver the message of transformation to our neighbors both in the  community and around the world. It is our mission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the story of many churches is not one of transformation. It is more  of repetition or even stagnation. As leaders, we sometimes fool  ourselves into thinking that the Merry-Go-Round approach to church is  enough. Keep everyone moving, the lights bright, and the music happy and  you will get no complaints. The big problem-- too few are making any  headway. Rather than missionary disciples for Christ moving out into the  world, we have a group of happy people going in circles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God calls us to make a transformational impact on the world, not  provide a carnival of frenetic activity for ourselves. But to do so, we  must engage in His mission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And ministers and church leaders must move  beyond entertaining the consumers to engaging Christ's mission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-864841155410046067?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/864841155410046067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/864841155410046067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/03/transformational-church.html' title='Transformational Church...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S7FQ0O1OXfI/AAAAAAAABUw/PYudCKEyZi0/s72-c/Dark+church.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-1943747229808881009</id><published>2010-03-26T09:18:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T09:18:00.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When Supermodels And Cafeteria Workers Fall...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S6utrDCT8zI/AAAAAAAABUo/TAIiqy5vSwM/s1600/Woman.Falling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S6utrDCT8zI/AAAAAAAABUo/TAIiqy5vSwM/s400/Woman.Falling.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452642728923099954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Every now and then I come across something that's so compelling that my first reaction is "I wish I'd written that."  The following post by &lt;a href="http://www.potsc.com/about-us/"&gt;Mike Foster&lt;/a&gt; is in that category... I wish I'd written &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Tonight  Show&lt;/span&gt; with Jay Leno played two video clips of people falling down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; One was a cafeteria worker who slipped and fell hard on the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; The next clip was of a beautiful supermodel who took a tumble on a  fashion show catwalk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both were similar falls while at work. Both had lots of people  looking on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Can you guess which one of them got help from others? Yep, the  supermodel!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not 1 or 2 or 3 or 4 but FIIIIIIIVVVVVEEEE (5) people helped her back  up!!!! No big surprise right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how many helped the cafeteria worker? ZIP! NADA! NOBODY! The  people just watched and then went back to eating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; It was a funny comparison of how people respond to basically the same  situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is we do the very same thing when hand out grace. Too  often our mercy is conditional and inconsistent. We are picky and choosy  of who we help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dope smoker = Forgiven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crack whore = Judgment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porn watcher = Forgiven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porn maker = Judgment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight extramarital sex = Forgiven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gay sex = Judgment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who have the same struggles as us = Forgiven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who have different struggles than us = Judgment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get my point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Grace doesn’t discriminate and a second chance should seek equality.  (By the way, for those thinking I’m just throwing out the reality of  consequences to our actions, I’m not. Don’t miss my point here.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hope is all of us can be a little more consistent when handing out  a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-1943747229808881009?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/1943747229808881009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/1943747229808881009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-supermodels-and-cafeteria-workers.html' title='When Supermodels And Cafeteria Workers Fall...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S6utrDCT8zI/AAAAAAAABUo/TAIiqy5vSwM/s72-c/Woman.Falling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-6536941500186519977</id><published>2010-03-25T10:11:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T14:59:52.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Debunking The Hydraulic Theory of Missions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S6uOiHpAlaI/AAAAAAAABUY/CkmpjIYPlc8/s1600/Puzzled+Man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S6uOiHpAlaI/AAAAAAAABUY/CkmpjIYPlc8/s320/Puzzled+Man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452608490679866786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Several years ago a friend shared a concept that's stuck with me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the hydraulic theory of missions&lt;/span&gt;. According to this theory, and apparently widely accepted by many people and churches, is that the only meaningful mission fields are found when one travels great distances... usually across some great body of water (that puts the "hydraulic" in the theory).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fairly certain my friend did not endorse this theory. I believe he was simply pointing to its existence based on his observing many people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and churches practicing the principle behind the theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having just returned from a mission experience in New Orleans, which indeed was of some distance from Abilene... and which did cause me to pass over a great body of water (the mighty Mississippi River), I'd like to add my voice to the debunking of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the hydraulic theory of missions&lt;/span&gt;.  Here's what I consider the most sinister, yea verily the most satanic, underlying principle in the theory:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1) Mission is always far away from you live (wherever that might be), &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Few people have the wherewithal to get to those places (but God bless them for going) and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3) For those who do make it to those faraway places: plan to leave your passion/purpose for reaching people behind when you return home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking the insidiously evil message that lurks behind the hydraulic theory of missions is this: "Go, Christian soldier, if you must.  But be deceived into thinking those same opportunities, people, needs you find in that faraway place you're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;visiting&lt;/span&gt; are&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; NOT&lt;/span&gt; found where you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;live&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I'm standing up and shouting (if a blog post indeed has volume) that the hydraulic theory of missions is a bunch of bunk.  Please don't misunderstand... I praise God for those who go to faraway places to serve and teach others in the name of Jesus.  But for those of us who don't go to those places, or who visit them for a short time, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;powerful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; opportunities for serving and teaching others in the name of Jesus right where we live&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Join me in living as a debunker of the hydraulic theory of missions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-6536941500186519977?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/6536941500186519977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/6536941500186519977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/03/debunking-hydraulic-theory-of-missions.html' title='Debunking The Hydraulic Theory of Missions...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S6uOiHpAlaI/AAAAAAAABUY/CkmpjIYPlc8/s72-c/Puzzled+Man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-56616775284707901</id><published>2010-03-23T18:18:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T19:04:30.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Taking a Break...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Those of you who take the time to visit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Conexus&lt;/span&gt; have most likely taken note of the paucity of posts over the past month.  An exciting new role I've been called to at SoHills has made some significant demands on my time.... and I spent last week as part of an &lt;a href="https://sites.google.com/a/acu.edu/sbc/home"&gt;ACU Spring Break Campaign team&lt;/a&gt; in New Orleans.  Suffice it to say I've been busy, but content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding my new role... SoHills' elders will be sharing both their hearts and information with the church this Sunday about some exciting changes they have implemented in our leadership model.  Recognizing that systems create behaviors, and systems trump vision, our shepherds have spent the past 2 years prayerfully considering the changes they are making at a systems level.  More on m new role later... I don't want to steal any of the thunder from my elders as they speak to the church on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as my week in New Orleans with the ACU Spring Break Campaign team... what can I say, I loved every minute of it!  Serving alongside 20 university students who give up their Spring Break, pay their own money, to serve others in the name of Jesus--wow, I get chill bumps just typing those words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S6lU1DK5HsI/AAAAAAAABT4/-gYwOe7xseI/s1600-h/2010+N.O.+SBC+team.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S6lU1DK5HsI/AAAAAAAABT4/-gYwOe7xseI/s400/2010+N.O.+SBC+team.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451982094269488834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our team loved on, and was loved on by, the &lt;a href="http://www.carrolltonavenuechurch.org/"&gt;Carrollton Avenue church&lt;/a&gt;.  Members of our team spent time at two New Orleans' elementary schools tutoring children.  Those who served in this way came away deeply moved by the sweet spirits of the children, and profoundly touched by the deeply difficult circumstances the children lived in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a significant work project our team engaged in during our week in New Orleans was the construction of a playground for the Carrollton Avenue church.  No sooner had placed the finishing touches on the playground, than children were happily climbing in the "geo-dome" our team had purchased and donated.&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S6lUuie11yI/AAAAAAAABTw/imrfpGrpImU/s1600-h/2010+N.O.+SBC+team.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S6lS-YEyHrI/AAAAAAAABTo/0Nyz6PRnMlk/s1600-h/Geo-dome.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S6lS-YEyHrI/AAAAAAAABTo/0Nyz6PRnMlk/s320/Geo-dome.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451980055476575922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you want your heart encouraged, and your spirit lifted... come to New Orleans with me and the ACU students who'll participate on next year's Spring Break Campaign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... you're somewhat caught up with me.  I'm hoping to get another post up in the next day or so.   Thanks for reading...&lt;br /&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/6030655385456984428-56616775284707901?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/56616775284707901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/56616775284707901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/03/ive-been-taking-break.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Taking a Break...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S6lU1DK5HsI/AAAAAAAABT4/-gYwOe7xseI/s72-c/2010+N.O.+SBC+team.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-5806010077377961827</id><published>2010-03-11T16:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T16:37:41.151-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"And" Instead of "Or"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S5lwjxTrfXI/AAAAAAAABTg/1zsZRVRf1dY/s1600-h/MANY+SIGNS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S5lwjxTrfXI/AAAAAAAABTg/1zsZRVRf1dY/s400/MANY+SIGNS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447508984114937202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I couldn't whether to just read or re-post this thought-provoking article by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;" href="http://tonymorganlive.com/about/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tony Morgan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; ... so I decided to do both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it have to be attractional &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; missional? I’ve seen lives impacted by both approaches. Why can’t it be attractional &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; missional?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it have to be evangelism &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; discipleship? Christ-followers need to be engaged in both. Why can't it be evangelism &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; discipleship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it have to be teaching from the platform &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; teaching in the living room? I've been stretched by God's Word in both settings. Why can't it be teaching from the platform &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; the living room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it have to be worship with an amazing production &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or &lt;/span&gt;simple, stripped-down worship? I've experienced powerful worship in both environments. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why can't we do both?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it have to be corporate gatherings &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; one-on-one relationships? I need both to be encouraged and stretched in my faith and my leadership. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why can't we embrace both ways of connecting with others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that most frustrates me about church-world blogs is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"or"&lt;/span&gt; approach to writing. I don’t get it. Frankly, it’s probably one of the reasons why in most cases I’d prefer to read marketplace blogs. In marketplace writing, if someone thinks they have the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"right way"&lt;/span&gt; of doing something, they just go do it. Then they write about how it worked or didn't work. In church-world writing, if someone thinks they have the “right way” of doing something, they write about how the other church is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we took the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"and" &lt;/span&gt;approach? What if we were open to the possibility that more people might be reached if we stopped doing either/or and started embracing both/and? What if God really designed some churches to be one way for one community or culture and other churches to be another way for another community or culture? My guess, as an example, is it's going to take a completely different type of church to reach the inner-city than it’s going to take to reach the neighborhoods of Paulding County, Georgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spend a lot of time and energy fighting for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"or."&lt;/span&gt; Wonder what would happen if we just embraced the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"and"&lt;/span&gt; needed to reach our communities?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem, of course, is that we like to worship our methods. Our preferences are the priority. In fact, we shape religion around our preferences even if it means sacrificing the broader impact of our ministry. Why help other people when it might make us uncomfortable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted you to know I'm more of an "and"-type of guy. I know that frustrates you. It would be a lot easier to dislike me if I didn't agree with you. The problem is that in many circumstances, I think you're right. The only difference is that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't think you're always right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And neither am I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; padding: 10px 0px; border-width: 0px; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; vertical-align: baseline; background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-5806010077377961827?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/5806010077377961827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/5806010077377961827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-instead-of-or.html' title='&quot;And&quot; Instead of &quot;Or&quot;...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S5lwjxTrfXI/AAAAAAAABTg/1zsZRVRf1dY/s72-c/MANY+SIGNS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-6965345148130611662</id><published>2010-03-09T20:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T20:48:05.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Characteristics of a Healthy Team...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S5cHqVsp2TI/AAAAAAAABTY/Jys_FFkVE_I/s1600-h/Team.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S5cHqVsp2TI/AAAAAAAABTY/Jys_FFkVE_I/s400/Team.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446830698288240946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;The following post by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;" href="http://www.ronedmondson.com/about"&gt;Ron Edmondson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; caught my attention.  Ron's ten characteristics remind me of the healthy team I work alongside of at SoHills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love organizational leadership as a subject and I am happy to serve  on a healthy team. It’s amazing how many church leaders I know that say  their team is not healthy.  Recently I started wondering why it is that  I claim our team is healthy and it led me to this post.  Here, in my  opinion, are 10 elements of a healthy organization/team:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) A shared vision is held by all team members.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Team members and their individual ideas are equally valued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Leadership development is a part of the strategy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) The organization readily embraces change and risk taking is  encouraged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Team members are continually energized and encouragement flows  freely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) It’s a fun place to hang out…people enjoy their work and  relationships are deeper than just the professional environment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Mistakes are considered part of the learning process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) The structure doesn’t limit growth, but provides healthy boundaries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) There is a freedom to offer constructive criticism, even of top  leadership, without fear of retribution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Conflict is not discouraged, but used to make the team better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What would you add to the list?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-6965345148130611662?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/6965345148130611662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/6965345148130611662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/03/10-characteristics-of-healthy-team.html' title='10 Characteristics of a Healthy Team...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S5cHqVsp2TI/AAAAAAAABTY/Jys_FFkVE_I/s72-c/Team.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-3986709250811402788</id><published>2010-03-04T05:50:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T15:32:47.918-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rube Goldberg Would Be Proud...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As someone who has a super-sized version of the old &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mouse_Trap_%28board_game%29"&gt;"Mousetrap"&lt;/a&gt; board game in his office, I am in awe of the creativity displayed in this video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qybUFnY7Y8w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qybUFnY7Y8w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Indeed, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rube_Goldberg"&gt;Rube Goldberg&lt;/a&gt; would be proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-3986709250811402788?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/3986709250811402788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/3986709250811402788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/03/rube-goldberg-would-be-proud.html' title='Rube Goldberg Would Be Proud...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-1206004879078303137</id><published>2010-03-02T15:50:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T16:27:53.788-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memory of Paper Phone Books...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S42P_iATVBI/AAAAAAAABTA/cgJJ4Pjpuu8/s1600-h/Phone.Books.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S42P_iATVBI/AAAAAAAABTA/cgJJ4Pjpuu8/s400/Phone.Books.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444165846183400466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Someone recently delivered to the front door of my house two new phone books.  That same week someone (I'm not thinking it was the same person) placed a new phone book in front of my office door.  My response was to deliver all three of the above-mentioned phone books to our local recycling center. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Thank you for recycling!"&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me state for the record... I hold no animosity toward new phone books and/or those who distribute them.  In fact, my father spent his work career with the people who put the Yellow Pages in many cities' phone books. So phone books have a fond place in my heart in that they helped put food on our table when I was growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact is: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I no longer use the printed-on-paper phone book&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... that doesn't mean I have memorized all the phone numbers I use on a daily basis, or that I have given up the phone.  The fact of my life is that I no longer use a traditional printed-on-paper phone book because other readily-at-my-fingertips' resources (the Internet, GOOG411, etc.) are more convenient and easier to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My choices: 1) bemoan the demise of the paper phone book; 2) continue to use a paper phone book because it's what my parents used, and I grew up using; 3) or accept the fact that things change... and change does not equal bad or evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For things to change, somebody somewhere has to start acting differently.  Maybe it's you..."  (&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Switch-Change-Things-When-Hard/dp/0385528752/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1267568492&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Switch&lt;/a&gt; by Chip Heath &amp;amp; Dan Heath)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your holding on to that needs to be taken to the recycling bin?  And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt; needs to start acting differently in order for things to change... and might that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt; be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-1206004879078303137?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/1206004879078303137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/1206004879078303137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-memory-of-paper-phone-books.html' title='In Memory of Paper Phone Books...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S42P_iATVBI/AAAAAAAABTA/cgJJ4Pjpuu8/s72-c/Phone.Books.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-4627989599878242921</id><published>2010-02-25T14:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T11:56:38.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Criticizing Church, Defending Church...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S4blYcYSB5I/AAAAAAAABS4/LXQM9fFkJzI/s1600-h/bidcrackpot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S4blYcYSB5I/AAAAAAAABS4/LXQM9fFkJzI/s400/bidcrackpot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442289407821481874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;I found the following post by &lt;a href="http://blog.beliefnet.com/jesuscreed/bio-scot-mcknight.html"&gt;Scot McKnight&lt;/a&gt; to be a challenging and insightful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;read:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I go and nearly everyone I read has a theme, whether  central or peripheral, and I think the theme is getting too much  attention and it's getting too much play and it's setting us up for  failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the theme: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the church is so messed  up&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instances: preaching is not that good  today; theology is so shallow today; Christian morals are so loose  today; parents are not that good today; we've got too much individualism  today; kids don't respond as they used to; the church is spending too  much money today; Christians aren't liked in culture...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  suggestion: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let's start all over again.&lt;/span&gt; This time we'll get it  right. Let's get ourselves a group of really zealous followers of Jesus  and let's think about Kingdom and forget the choir robes and  denominations and pastors and hierarchy and church budgets. Finally,  we'll get it right. We'll just follow Jesus and we'll forget the church.  We'll do Kingdom work and forget the church.&lt;/span&gt;                                          &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go  ahead. Join the crowd. In a few years you'll come back to something you  either face now, in a more rational manner, or later in a more  chastened manner, that is if you've got any passion left. Here's my  theory:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say I believe in an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Augustinian  ecclesiology&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say this, I am not  talking about what Augustine believed about Rome and the state. No, I'm  taking the old-fashioned Augustinian anthropology, where he had a rather  dismal but not altogether unrealistic theory of human nature. Fallen  and broken, what I call "cracked &lt;a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/eikon"&gt;Eikons&lt;/a&gt;" in my book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Embracing-Grace-Gospel-All-Us/dp/B001OMIBOK/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1267130960&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Embracing  Grace: A Gospel for All of Us&lt;/a&gt;. I'm suggesting we need to apply the Augustinian  anthropology to create an Augustinian ecclesiology. (This, by the way,  is nothing new.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, if you want  perfection, don't look to the church. If you want the ideal, don't look  to the church. If you want a perfect fellowship, don't look to the  church. If you want the utopian society, don't look to the church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But  if you want a gaggle of cracked Eikons, sinners and mistake-makers and  sometimes goofed-up and sometimes incredibly loving and joyous and  devoted, then look to the church. You'll find that kind of group, but  not the perfect group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever makes us think  the church has to be either perfect or we'll stay home and do our own  thing? I've been thinking about this this year, and the thought keeps  coming into my head along these lines:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's people, whom He never disowned, in the Old Testament did some great  things and some mighty stupid things; they had some great leaders and  some disgusting ones; they had some high moments and they had some low  moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's people, whom He never disowns,  in the New Testament, move from that wonderful church plant of  fellowship in Acts 2 and 4 to some liars and deceivers and some great  leaders who get into arguments with one another and sometimes abandon  one another and get themselves in awful messes. And Paul tells us about  church problems that would make us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;admit  that an Augustinian ecclesiology is perhaps what we need because it's  what we've &lt;/span&gt;got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a cracked fellowship of  cracked Eikons is the point of what the church is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps  that's why the churches have always put the Eucharist table in the  middle. We come to the Table to partake in God's forgiving grace because  we're cracked Eikons. When cracked Eikons form a fellowship, you get a  cracked fellowship. In the cracks God works His grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="entryMore"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-4627989599878242921?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/4627989599878242921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/4627989599878242921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/02/criticizing-church-defending-church.html' title='Criticizing Church, Defending Church...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S4blYcYSB5I/AAAAAAAABS4/LXQM9fFkJzI/s72-c/bidcrackpot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-8989703146702179580</id><published>2010-02-23T12:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T13:08:28.832-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Wonderland...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We woke up to a lovely blanket of snow this morning in ABI. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S4QmnwoE_7I/AAAAAAAABSw/aVq0DVohJsE/s1600-h/2.23.2010.Backyard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S4QmnwoE_7I/AAAAAAAABSw/aVq0DVohJsE/s400/2.23.2010.Backyard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441516714280157106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S4QmZGlAbzI/AAAAAAAABSo/LyB7hEm-ILc/s1600-h/2.23.2010.Pond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S4QmZGlAbzI/AAAAAAAABSo/LyB7hEm-ILc/s400/2.23.2010.Pond.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441516462474817330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Notice the bright orange "Popsicles" (aka sluggishly swimming goldfish) in the bottom of our pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-8989703146702179580?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/8989703146702179580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/8989703146702179580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/02/winter-wonderland.html' title='Winter Wonderland...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S4QmnwoE_7I/AAAAAAAABSw/aVq0DVohJsE/s72-c/2.23.2010.Backyard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-913994810050003982</id><published>2010-02-18T09:09:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T14:48:27.619-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When People Use "Colorful Language" Around You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S31cnCXFZ2I/AAAAAAAABSg/DG5ZavyjLWQ/s1600-h/Angry+man+driving+car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S31cnCXFZ2I/AAAAAAAABSg/DG5ZavyjLWQ/s320/Angry+man+driving+car.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439605750651774818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;I thought this recent post by one of my favorite bloggers, &lt;a href="http://stuffchristianslike.net/about/"&gt;Jon Acuff&lt;/a&gt;, was a classic.  Over the years I've been struck by people who, when they discover I'm a minister, apologize for swearing around me. I'm thinking Jon has come up with a great set of responses to these folks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day in the car, my four year old blurted out, "Stupid  backpack!" I slowed down and asked her what she had just said. She  paused for a minute and then responded, "Sometimes my brain says silly  things. Silly billy, willy scoobaleedoo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I appreciated the verbal smokescreen she threw down to cover  her tracks, she still said a word we’re not cool with at the Acuff  house. But as funny as her response was, it’s nothing like what happens  sometimes when people swear around Christians. Have you ever experienced  that? It is a truly magical moment my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, it’s just that a word slipped into a sentence unexpectedly.  Your friend suddenly catches themselves and says, "Oh, hey, sorry about  that. I didn’t mean to say that. My bad." And then the conversation  moves on. But what are we supposed to do? What should your response be  when you hear one of your friends swear near you? Funny that you should  ask…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;5 Things To Do When A Friend Swears Near You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Slap him in the mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right in the mouth. Go on, do it. I know a lot of people are going to  tell you a kidney punch is most appropriate in this situation, but I  disagree. For my money, few things offer the same sound, impact and “who  dat” power of a slap in the mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Weep softly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just start crying softly. Wipe your nose with your sleeve and keep  looking at the person, shaking your head back and forth in clear,  visible disappointment. The more tender the tears the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Swear back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First two options not your style? Then go the other direction and  make them feel okay about the swear by saying one of your own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Hold them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to make a slightly awkward situation even more awkward? Just  embrace them. No side hug,  I’m talking full frontal. Recreate that scene from the movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good Will  Hunting&lt;/span&gt; where Robin Williams cradles a sobbing Matt Damon and says,  “It’s not your fault, it’s not your fault.” Do that exact same thing  here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Reassure them that you’ve heard that word before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I’m in my mid-thirties and you swear near me, chances are, I’ve  heard that word before. Maybe even a lot and more colorfully dressed up  if I happened to be a mailman one dark, twisted summer. (That last one  just got personal.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do end up slapping people in the mouth, please don’t mention  this blog site.  This list is probably the kind  of advice that makes Christian magazines keep avoiding me. But if you  do make a big deal out of a swear, know that you’ve just asked someone  to edit themselves around you and it’s really hard to get a friend to be  honest when you’ve placed conditions on what they can say. I’m not  justifying swears, but just hoping that if the choice is "help lead  someone into a growing relationship with Christ," or "avoid someone  because they swear a lot" that we’ll all make a good choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-913994810050003982?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/913994810050003982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/913994810050003982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-people-use-colorful-language.html' title='When People Use &quot;Colorful Language&quot; Around You...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S31cnCXFZ2I/AAAAAAAABSg/DG5ZavyjLWQ/s72-c/Angry+man+driving+car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-6152920835440229657</id><published>2010-02-16T16:00:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T16:28:32.482-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Leading By Example...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S3sbV93u2OI/AAAAAAAABSQ/E_pEmLC9WAo/s1600-h/God+Story.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S3sbV93u2OI/AAAAAAAABSQ/E_pEmLC9WAo/s320/God+Story.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438971039179528418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If you're asking people to connect relationally to people who do not  know God, you must lead by example."&lt;/span&gt;  - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Simple Church&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This quote smacked me in the face... because I believe so strongly that leaders must lead by example.  We have begun a year-long focus at SoHills during which we are challenging church to share their God Stories with their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;friends,  and to trust God to connect those stories to the story of  Jesus.  I can't ask that of others if I'm not willing to share my God Story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am willing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-6152920835440229657?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/6152920835440229657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/6152920835440229657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/02/leading-by-example.html' title='Leading By Example...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S3sbV93u2OI/AAAAAAAABSQ/E_pEmLC9WAo/s72-c/God+Story.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-1572651850558459444</id><published>2010-02-12T15:39:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T14:57:50.528-06:00</updated><title type='text'>They Made An Investment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S3XOahpYUgI/AAAAAAAABSI/iPjdgoSZGWA/s1600-h/-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S3XOahpYUgI/AAAAAAAABSI/iPjdgoSZGWA/s320/-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437479080223592962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My friend, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don Davis&lt;/span&gt;, made an investment in me.  (That's Don above on the left with the interesting glasses.  This is an old picture, but it carries a lot of meaning.)  When I arrived in Atlanta as the Decatur church's new youth minister, Don had been holding down the Kingdom fort... so to speak.  He had been standing in the gap as that church's youth minister.  And when I arrived, Don stood solidly alongside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don is one of the smartest guys I know (PhD in Electrical Engineering from Georgia Tech)... and that means he's a lot smarter than me.  But Don taught, encouraged, prayed, worked and ministered alongside me for almost 23 years, and he did so without ever reminding me that he was doing youth ministry before I got there.  Don never put his ego above God's Kingdom possibilities.  He invested time, creativity and friendship into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don remains a dear friend and a deeply respected brother in Christ.  I've said it before in other places, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone needs a Don Davis&lt;/span&gt;.  A selfless ministry partner who always had my back... but didn't always agree with me or take my side.  Don made me think harder, work better, be sharper and more fully use the gifts God had placed in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I plan to mention others  who've made a difference in my life... along with their pictures.  And by doing so I  hope I'll cause you to recall, and thank if you haven't done so and are  able to, those who have been used by God to make a difference in your  life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-1572651850558459444?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/1572651850558459444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/1572651850558459444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/02/they-made-investment_12.html' title='They Made An Investment...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S3XOahpYUgI/AAAAAAAABSI/iPjdgoSZGWA/s72-c/-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-3664287488057401553</id><published>2010-02-09T05:04:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T05:04:00.551-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Un-believeable...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Watch this and see if you don't agree that this is one of the most incredible action sequences you've ever seen.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_K9AxO5t4BE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_K9AxO5t4BE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This clip requires you to completely suspend reality.  You want to turn away... but you can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-3664287488057401553?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/3664287488057401553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/3664287488057401553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/02/un-believeable.html' title='Un-believeable...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-7144689106351996543</id><published>2010-02-07T15:34:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T16:04:00.332-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Un-learning 101...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S284tKyWLaI/AAAAAAAABR4/4Q6CNZFPf-c/s1600-h/Lady+Reading+Book+%28colorized%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S284tKyWLaI/AAAAAAAABR4/4Q6CNZFPf-c/s320/Lady+Reading+Book+%28colorized%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435625623900269986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My last post ended with the question, "How do you &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;un-learn&lt;/span&gt;?"  Here are are a few ways I’ve been trying to practice un-learning:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Ask yourself really good questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in a world that processes lots of  information. Rarely do we reflect upon really good questions. One of the  values of thinking through good questions is that it challenges the  patterns of thinking and behaving that often go unchallenged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look for, write down, and think through good  questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Learn from others who seem to get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look around you for others who seem to be making headway in areas where you'd like to grow in.  Dump the pride that would cause you to be threatened by the admission you have a lot to learn (and un-learn) and seek counsel and new perspectives from those both within and without your organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The people I'm seeking out in this way are challenging my thinking on a  number of fronts, helping me un-learn and then learn &lt;/span&gt;again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) Talk less. Listen  more. &lt;/span&gt;I'm thinking that's a pretty straightforward concept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;4) Identify  and examine your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;assumptions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently the SoHills' Groups Leadership Team had a great discussion about the assumptions we have made about our Groups. We came up with a long list and walked through each one of  them. One of the items we discussed was that the Groups' path is a "one-size-fits-all" approach for those who are new to our church.   Much of how we were approaching Groups was predicated on this assumption... which our team agreed, after wrestling with it for quite some time, was not a valid assumption.  My  point isn’t what's the best approach to take to small groups. My  point is that when you identify your assumptions, it usually creates  great dialogue. It forces you to see differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly there are many more strategies for un-learning... but if you're sensing un-learning is a discipline you need to embrace, perhaps the above possibilities will get you started on the process of unlearning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-7144689106351996543?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/7144689106351996543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/7144689106351996543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/02/un-learning-101.html' title='Un-learning 101...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S284tKyWLaI/AAAAAAAABR4/4Q6CNZFPf-c/s72-c/Lady+Reading+Book+%28colorized%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-6289235129412310539</id><published>2010-02-04T20:30:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T20:49:17.938-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Un-cool, Un-cola, Un-learning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S2uGoYiekPI/AAAAAAAABRw/rQd_0ZeXgrY/s1600-h/Girl+reading+big+book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S2uGoYiekPI/AAAAAAAABRw/rQd_0ZeXgrY/s320/Girl+reading+big+book.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434585403692585202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let me say up front, "I like to learn."  Whether it be reading, talking to other people, or auditing college classes... learning ignites something in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One aspect of learning that gets little attention or recognition is the value of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;un-learning&lt;/span&gt;.  For  example, we all bring certain presuppositions to the table based on our  previous experiences and lessons.  That’s called life.   And those very experiences and lessons influence our perception  of the present and future.  That’s good... but also a bit  dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the writer Anais Nin says, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"We don’t see  things as they are.  We see things as we are."&lt;/span&gt;  That's  a big difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see things as they really are and not how  we perceive them to be takes a strong self-awareness, for both  organizations and individuals.  It’s why change is often so  difficult.  Our experiences and life lessons are so  embedded within us that sometimes we can’t see the need for, or necessity  of, change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to be willing to un-learn what we’ve  learned.  That’s not to suggest that what we've learned is  necessarily wrong.  However, the value of un-learning is  that it keeps what we have learned fresh and dynamic.  And  yes, there are times when we discover that our perceptions and  assumptions are wrong, or out-dated.  Either way, learning  how to un-learn is a valuable tool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings us to this question: "How do  you un-learn?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-6289235129412310539?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/6289235129412310539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/6289235129412310539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/02/un-cool-un-cola-un-learning.html' title='Un-cool, Un-cola, Un-learning...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S2uGoYiekPI/AAAAAAAABRw/rQd_0ZeXgrY/s72-c/Girl+reading+big+book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-3476505258574269349</id><published>2010-02-02T17:04:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T17:21:08.072-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1,000 God Stories...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S2izTMTezMI/AAAAAAAABRo/6v7qXdZTvh4/s1600-h/God+Story.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S2izTMTezMI/AAAAAAAABRo/6v7qXdZTvh4/s320/God+Story.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433790092724325570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Connect their story to God’s story with your  story."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s what I hope we do this year at SoHills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we connect stories of your friends  and mine to the story of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we connect their stories to God’s  story with our stories — at least 1,000 God stories in 2010 of how God’s grace, love and power is  shining through in our offices, neighborhoods, tennis leagues... or  wherever we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our aim is to simply be  storytellers this year, telling the story with our lives of who Jesus is  and what He means to us.  And in doing so, perhaps God  will use our story to connect their story with His.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-3476505258574269349?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/3476505258574269349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/3476505258574269349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/02/1000-god-stories.html' title='1,000 God Stories...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S2izTMTezMI/AAAAAAAABRo/6v7qXdZTvh4/s72-c/God+Story.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-5727108632581509210</id><published>2010-02-01T04:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T04:59:00.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'>They Made An Investment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S2Rv2kKaS7I/AAAAAAAABRY/TSTpjReuI6w/s1600-h/JFFowler.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 184px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S2Rv2kKaS7I/AAAAAAAABRY/TSTpjReuI6w/s400/JFFowler.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432590033726622642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been thinking lately about people who invested themselves in me.  These are people who saw more in me at the time than I saw in myself.  They have been a gift from God, and have without a doubt been used by God to mold me more into the person He's made me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my first mentors was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;James F. Fowler&lt;/span&gt;, who was the preacher at the Central Church of Christ in Birmingham, Alabama when I became that church's youth minister.  Jimmy Fowler (as he was know to his peers, but not me... it would have been like calling your parents by their first name) was 25+ years older than me, and had several decades of experience working with local church.  I brought with me several hours of experience, a great deal of enthusiasm and a desire to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.F. (as I finally grew comfortable calling him) was most patient in providing me the realities of congregational ministry, personal spiritual disciplines and insights into life's hard lessons that perhaps I might learn from and not have to repeat.  He was a pioneer in using radio as an outreach tool, and his office was a mini-recording studio (note the reel-to-reel recorders J.F. is working with in the picture above).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expressed along the way my appreciation to J.F. for the investment he was making in my life, but I didn't have the opportunity to fully do that from a vantage point of several years removed.  My friend and mentor died suddenly of a heart attack as he prepared his Sunday sermon, so our relationship ended abruptly.  But the lessons he taught me have remained with me to this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll share more later about others who've made a difference in my life... along with their pictures. And I hope I'll cause you to recall, and thank if you haven't done so and are able to, those who have been used by God to make a difference in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-5727108632581509210?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/5727108632581509210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/5727108632581509210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/02/they-made-investment.html' title='They Made An Investment...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S2Rv2kKaS7I/AAAAAAAABRY/TSTpjReuI6w/s72-c/JFFowler.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-6830870535624519882</id><published>2010-01-28T15:31:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T16:00:20.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiritual Mentors...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S2IIQ1LxPSI/AAAAAAAABRQ/Ut9bqOFjfbc/s1600-h/Spiritual.mentor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S2IIQ1LxPSI/AAAAAAAABRQ/Ut9bqOFjfbc/s320/Spiritual.mentor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431913185809612066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've just gotten back from lunch with David Wray... and it was a rich feast (and I'm not talking about the turkey on wheat sandwich I had at Subway).  David is a great friend, a spiritual hero and a respected mentor.  He pours himself deeply into every conversation I have with him.   Every Christ-follower needs a David Wray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the tricky part is that there's not enough of David to go around for all of us, so many of us are going to have to become "Davids" for others.  And what that starts to look like is a self-less gift of ourselves in walking alongside others for a season. Spiritual counsel drawn from the lives of godly women and men who have spent considerable time on the Lord's anvil is a precious thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a spiritual mentor?   If you don't, seek one out.  Don't wait for them to ask you (they shouldn't and most likely wouldn't). You ask them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you need to be some one's spiritual mentor?  Pray for the Holy Spirit to make you accessible to that person in whose life God can use you.  Let them approach you (see above), don't seek them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A final word of encouragement that keeps us "above reproach"... seek out a spiritual mentor who shares your gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-6830870535624519882?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/6830870535624519882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/6830870535624519882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/01/spiritual-mentors.html' title='Spiritual Mentors...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S2IIQ1LxPSI/AAAAAAAABRQ/Ut9bqOFjfbc/s72-c/Spiritual.mentor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-5781678086897648607</id><published>2010-01-26T05:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T05:57:00.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When the Saints (Finally) Come Marching In...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S15k7wnz6jI/AAAAAAAABRI/WlnSTfW63t4/s1600-h/Screen+shot+2010-01-25+at+8.57.53+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S15k7wnz6jI/AAAAAAAABRI/WlnSTfW63t4/s320/Screen+shot+2010-01-25+at+8.57.53+PM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430889178482338354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On September 17, 1967, my father, brother and I joined 80,876 other spectators in the bleachers of ancient Tulane &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stadium &lt;/span&gt;to watch the New Orleans Saints play their first-ever regular season game.  My dad had purchased us season tickets to seats in the stadium's south end zone for the Saints &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;inaugural season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Saints began their life as a pro football team on an impressive note... running back John Gilliam returned the opening kickoff 94 yards for a touchdown.  But the Saints went on to lose that game to the Los Angeles Rams.  They wouldn't win their first game that year until November 5th when they beat the Philadelphia Eagles.  The Saints finished that first year with a 3-11 record.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to John Gilliam, some of the other players whom I recall from that first and only season we had Saints season tickets were Billy Kilmer who started as quarterback, Danny Abramowicz who played wide receiver, and big Doug Atkins at defensive end.  On the wall of the bedroom I shared with my brother, I had their pictures (which I'd clipped from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Times Picayune&lt;/span&gt;) taped on the wall of the bedroom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;alongside my Saints pennant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's company transferred him that next year so we moved away from New Orleans, but I always felt a special kinship with the Saints.  For a big chunk of their 40+ year franchise history the Saints were not very good, in fact... some years they were awful.   However, they were the first professional football team I'd ever seen play in person, and I'd done so alongside my dad and brother... so it was like a first love that had jilted you, and that you never quite got over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, 43 years after their first-ever season in Tulane Stadium, the Saints win the NFC championship in the Superdome and are headed to the Super Bowl.  My father's been dead for several years, but I thought of him this past Sunday night as I watched ESPN replay game highlights... and appreciated all over again the great gift that those Saints season tickets had been to me and my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you, John Gilliam, wherever you are, for providing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;80,879 of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;us with that electrifying kickoff return all those years ago... as it surely was a sign of things to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-5781678086897648607?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/5781678086897648607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/5781678086897648607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-saints-finally-come-marching-in.html' title='When the Saints (Finally) Come Marching In...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S15k7wnz6jI/AAAAAAAABRI/WlnSTfW63t4/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-01-25+at+8.57.53+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-9136506933327960005</id><published>2010-01-25T05:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T05:21:00.607-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of Questions, Not a Lot of Answers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S1sukvmou5I/AAAAAAAABRA/Egn-7ifg3qI/s1600-h/Eye+With+Blood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S1sukvmou5I/AAAAAAAABRA/Egn-7ifg3qI/s320/Eye+With+Blood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429984984513952658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Probably like you, I've experienced in a gut-wrenching, visceral way the pictures and stories that have poured out of earthquake stricken Haiti over the past week.  Heartrending images of human suffering are difficult to slough off... even if you are thousands of miles away and living in a country that appears light-years removed in terms of economic and social structures.  Haunting me are questions like these: "What can I do?"  "What's the response that I, as a Christ-follower living in Abilene, Texas, can make in the middle of this mind-boggling morass of pain and suffering?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last night about 6:45 p.m. there's a knock at my front door.  A young black man in dirty clothes, but with an orange tie carefully knotted around his green knit shirt, is standing on my porch.  As I flip on the light and open the door I'm thinking, "What in the world is this guy doing knocking on doors in my neighborhood after dark?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shaking my hand and maintaining eye contact, the young man launches into his spiel... he's out to improve his leaderships skills and his means of doing so is selling magazine subscriptions... at which point he thrusts a wrinkled sheet of the periodicals he can make available to me for purchase.  I glance at the sheet and don't recognize a single magazine on the list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His spiel finished, the young man casts me a plaintive glance as if to acknowledge that there isn't a single publication on his sheet worth spending one's money on.  I smile and tell him that I appreciate his leadership skills, but I'm not in need of any more magazines.  He shakes his head indicating he understands, and then sticks out his hand for a parting handshake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I take his hand, my nostrils are greeted by the odor of the sweat and grime that have accumulated on him as he's pounded the pavement this day.  Gripping my hand, the young man says, "I sure would appreciate a prayer on my behalf... it's hard out here."  And I prayed over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning, he steps off my porch into the evening's deepening darkness.  And I thought: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"What can I do?"  "What's the response  that I, as a Christ-follower living in Abilene, Texas, can make in the  middle of this mind-boggling morass of pain and suffering?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I empty my pockets, closets and pantry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I sell all that I possess and give it to the poor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have answers, but I'm trusting that answers will come... and that there will be benefit in the struggle to find those answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-9136506933327960005?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/9136506933327960005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/9136506933327960005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/01/lots-of-questions-not-lot-of-answers.html' title='Lots of Questions, Not a Lot of Answers...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S1sukvmou5I/AAAAAAAABRA/Egn-7ifg3qI/s72-c/Eye+With+Blood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-5738017864275113281</id><published>2010-01-21T05:01:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T11:47:55.615-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Counterfeit Gods...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S1ebAQOEz_I/AAAAAAAABQ4/PZjwBhkw3v8/s1600-h/Easter_Island_heads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S1ebAQOEz_I/AAAAAAAABQ4/PZjwBhkw3v8/s320/Easter_Island_heads.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428978304474730482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've just finished &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Timothy_J._Keller"&gt;Timothy Keller's&lt;/a&gt; book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Counterfeit-Gods-Empty-Promises-Matters/dp/0525951369/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1264032303&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Counterfeit Gods&lt;/a&gt;.  Great book... I recommend you read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started reading Keller's book with my imagined image of Old Testament idols in my mind's eye.  I'm picturing people bowing down to something that looks like those massive Easter Island statues.  And your response, if it's similar to mine, would be: "Those misguided, foolish Old Testament people!"   But aren't we just more sophisticated idolaters?  And we're no less misguided or foolish.   I believe that idolatry remains a significant spiritual problem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(maybe that's why it's the first commandment of ten)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; for those of us who live in the year 2010. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, God created us in His image. We've been creating Him in our image ever since.  Instead of worshiping the Creator, we settle for something less.  We create substitute, counterfeit gods (that's with a small g).    And here's the insidious way these idols become idols.  Most idols are good things, but those good things become bad things when we position them ahead of God in our lives.   Instead of being the the great I AM, God become a means to an end.   We want these idols more than we want God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So how do we identify an idol? I'd suggest four idol identifiers (feel free to add others to the list):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What consumes your thoughts?  Your daydreams are idol clues. If it's something you think about more than God then it may be an idol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What bad habits do you struggle with? Your addictions are idol clues.  An idol is something you cannot control. It controls you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What do you spend too much money on? Your spending habits are idol clues. Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What produces your strongest emotions? Your intense emotions are idol clues. If you want to identify an idol, all you have to do is identify your emotional attachments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Identifying an idol requires a willingness to be brutally honest with ourselves about ourselves.  If anything becomes more fundamental to our happiness, meaning in life, and identity... then it is an idol. And the only way to free ourselves from the destructive influence of counterfeit gods is to turn back to the true One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-5738017864275113281?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/5738017864275113281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/5738017864275113281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/01/counterfeit-gods.html' title='Counterfeit Gods...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S1ebAQOEz_I/AAAAAAAABQ4/PZjwBhkw3v8/s72-c/Easter_Island_heads.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-1462955536045644204</id><published>2010-01-19T05:53:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T05:53:00.348-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Church: A Supernatural Community...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S1UYYnY1dCI/AAAAAAAABQw/3dzx6nX38wM/s1600-h/People+sitting+in+circle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S1UYYnY1dCI/AAAAAAAABQw/3dzx6nX38wM/s400/People+sitting+in+circle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428271737034077218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I grew up in a faith tradition that was highly individualistic.  We used the word "personal" a great deal: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;personal evangelism, personal relationships with Christ, personal devotions, etc.&lt;/span&gt;  We enjoyed "fellowship," but we didn't talk much about the power of Christian community and how it could change individual lives and the world. This idea of the church being a people who live together like the Kingdom of God was "already here in its fullness" was not something that was often spoken about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dietrich_Bonhoeffer"&gt;Dietrich Bonhoeffer&lt;/a&gt; in his book &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Life_Together"&gt;Life Together&lt;/a&gt; argued that a community, rather than an isolated individual, added strength and objectivity to preaching the Word.  Additionally, Bonhoeffer claimed the Christian life can never be lived in the abstract.  The expression of a believer's faith itself called for community living and sensitivity to one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just happens to be the way that God goes about making a Kingdom... pulling all sorts and conditions of people together and then patiently and graciously making something of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church is not a natural community composed of people with common interests; it is a supernatural community. And the super in that word doesn't mean it exceeds our expectations; it is other than our expectations, and much of the other is invisible to us as yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-1462955536045644204?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/1462955536045644204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/1462955536045644204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/01/church-supernatural-community.html' title='The Church: A Supernatural Community...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S1UYYnY1dCI/AAAAAAAABQw/3dzx6nX38wM/s72-c/People+sitting+in+circle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-1874836551553286117</id><published>2010-01-18T05:46:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T05:46:00.141-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Space Between Stimulus And Response...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S1OF_4RhLGI/AAAAAAAABQo/SxMg7C566rI/s1600-h/pause+button.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S1OF_4RhLGI/AAAAAAAABQo/SxMg7C566rI/s400/pause+button.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427829308395695202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://michaelhyatt.com/about"&gt;Michael Hyatt&lt;/a&gt; recently posted some great thoughts drawn from a quote &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Viktor_Frankl"&gt;Viktor Frankl&lt;/a&gt; made famous about the space between stimulus and response.  Here's what Michael had to say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In his bestselling book, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0743269519/fwis-20" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Seven Habits of Highly Effective People&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, author Stephen Covey talks about the space that exists between the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: arial;"&gt;stimulus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: arial;"&gt;response&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. In that space is the power to choose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This space is like a giant pause button. We don’t have to react to every stimulus. Instead, we can pause, reflect, and chose our response. This is precisely what makes us human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I have not always taken advantage of this space. In the 1990s, I owned a literary agency with my business partner. One day, out of the blue, one of our clients sent my partner a scathing letter. It contained several inaccuracies and false accusations. I was furious and took up an offense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the next twenty-four hours writing and re-writing a letter to the client, defending my friend and partner. I thought I was in a better position to uphold his honor than he was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The letter was brilliant. Or so I thought. It read like a legal brief. I took every accusation and systematically dismantled it. I wrote fourteen pages, proving beyond a shadow of a doubt that the client’s claims were baseless and without merit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then over-nighted the letter to the client, convinced that I had proven my case. I was sure he would call with an apology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost fifteen years later, I am still waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The client &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: arial;"&gt;never&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; responded. He didn’t acknowledge the letter. He didn’t respond to it. He just ignored it. I eventually came to the conclusion that writing long, angry letters is not a very productive exercise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the space between the stimulus and the response, I had not chosen well. I had simply reacted, like a dog who sees a squirrel and automatically gives chase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that experience didn’t keep me from firing off angry emails from time-to-time. While I had learned from my previous experience, I had not learned as much as I should have. As a result, I have continued to send blistering messages from time to time. Inevitably, I have always regretted it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, next time I get frustrated or angry&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I will pause before responding.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I will remember that there is a space between the stimulus and the response. That space is my opportunity to chose the wise, mature thing. I want to handle situations in a way that I don’t regret later. To quote James, I want to be "swift to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath." (James 1:27 NKJV)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I will give myself time to cool down.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; It is amazing how different things look when you get a little perspective. I rarely need to respond immediately, and 8–24 hours later, things almost always look different. Therefore, I will take a deep breath and reflect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I will not write anything in anger.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; This includes Twitter posts, Facebook messages, emails, and letters. If I am angry with someone, I will confront them personally, preferably in person. If that is not possible, I will call them. Launching angry salvos from the safety of my office may make me feel courageous. But it is not. It is cowardly and foolish. It does not accomplish anything good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As leaders and Christians, we need to set a higher standard—myself included. I need to see the space between the stimulus and the response as my opportunity to make a better choice. With God’s help, I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What about you? How are you handling the space between the stimulus and the response?&lt;br /&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/6030655385456984428-1874836551553286117?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/1874836551553286117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/1874836551553286117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/01/space-between-stimulus-and-response.html' title='The Space Between Stimulus And Response...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S1OF_4RhLGI/AAAAAAAABQo/SxMg7C566rI/s72-c/pause+button.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-5469163433924207692</id><published>2010-01-14T15:19:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T15:40:20.628-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S0-PNqf0fHI/AAAAAAAABQY/2ilkCLZrz2M/s1600-h/haiti-earthquake-disaster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S0-PNqf0fHI/AAAAAAAABQY/2ilkCLZrz2M/s400/haiti-earthquake-disaster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426713540913560690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- There are 5 people in my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- There are 13 people on our staff team at SoHills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- There are about 30 people who live on my block on Amarillo Street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- There are around 2,000 people in my church family at SoHills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- There are about 4,800 people at ACU where my youngest daughter, Caroline, attends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- There are seats for 15,000 people at ABI's Shotwell Stadium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you added them all up, they would still fall far short of the number of people who died in the recent earthquake in Haiti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It most likely will prove impossible to determine the total number of lives lost, but some estimates put the number of deaths at 50,000 – 100,000. And there might be more than a million people homeless or injured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today and tomorrow, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="https://www.compassion.com/contribution/giving/disasterrelief.htm?referer=105910"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="https://www.compassion.com/contribution/giving/disasterrelief.htm?referer=105910"&gt;Compassion International&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; or a different charity raising funds to support the relief efforts in Haiti and make a donation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And above all, pray for the people of Haiti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-5469163433924207692?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/5469163433924207692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/5469163433924207692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/01/haiti.html' title='Haiti...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S0-PNqf0fHI/AAAAAAAABQY/2ilkCLZrz2M/s72-c/haiti-earthquake-disaster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-4161725093996021797</id><published>2010-01-13T13:31:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T13:45:12.157-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Willing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S04is-s2amI/AAAAAAAABQI/y0ydq86GElA/s1600-h/Pride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S04is-s2amI/AAAAAAAABQI/y0ydq86GElA/s320/Pride.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426312757168728674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pride is a never-ending battle for me.  Just when I think I've wrestled pride to the ground, it's back on top of me and grabbing me by the throat.  I'm convinced pride robs many a Christian of their example... and many a leader of their effectiveness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://withoutwax.tv/2010/01/13/three-questions-that-will-change-you/"&gt;Pete Wilson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; posted some challenging, convicting thoughts regarding pride... and then posed the following three questions.  Wrestle with Pete's questions, and then join me in praying for God to purge us of the pride that prevents us from being the Kingdom servants we're called to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Am I willing to allow another person to do what I think I must do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Am I willing to do what I am doing, even if no one else knows I am doing it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;3) Am I willing to let God use me for a season, and then be okay with Him later for putting my work into the hands of another?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-4161725093996021797?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/4161725093996021797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/4161725093996021797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/01/am-i-willing.html' title='Am I Willing...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S04is-s2amI/AAAAAAAABQI/y0ydq86GElA/s72-c/Pride.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-897138932337271845</id><published>2010-01-12T16:46:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T17:30:43.408-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Take A Seat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S00F_TfIfYI/AAAAAAAABP4/d-zFcV84n5c/s1600-h/Chairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S00F_TfIfYI/AAAAAAAABP4/d-zFcV84n5c/s320/Chairs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425999711172066690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Do not sit down in a place of honor."&lt;/span&gt;  Luke 14:8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything within us wants to be honored. (I'm pointing at myself as I type these words.) But we don't get honor by seeking it. We get honor by giving honor.  People who try to impress don't impress.  You know what's really impressive?  Someone who isn't trying to impress at all.  Nothing is more endearing than good old-fashioned humility.  Humility doesn't seek honor. It gives honor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Jesus' teachings because they are so counter-cultural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We want to be consulted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We want to be preferred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We want the seat of honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Jesus tells us to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"go and sit in the lowest place."&lt;/span&gt;  In other words, take a position of humility. Don't seek honor.  Let it seek you. How? Look for opportunities to allow others to be honored and esteemed ahead of you... in order that you would be a holy as Jesus wants you to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-897138932337271845?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/897138932337271845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/897138932337271845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/01/take-seat.html' title='Take A Seat...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S00F_TfIfYI/AAAAAAAABP4/d-zFcV84n5c/s72-c/Chairs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-2113516750859619053</id><published>2010-01-11T05:34:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T15:12:35.707-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You Have No Events Scheduled Today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S0pnml68ipI/AAAAAAAABPw/H24OQnLRSPY/s1600-h/dud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 173px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S0pnml68ipI/AAAAAAAABPw/H24OQnLRSPY/s400/dud.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425262613833222802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Every morning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;in my Gmail in-box &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I receive a Google calendar update containing my schedule for the day. With few exceptions over the recent Christmas holidays, I would find the email contained this message: "You Have No Events Scheduled Today."   Now, I don’t know about you, but this is not a typical message in my life's in-box. It is, however, becoming more and more of a welcome one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week my ministerial team mates and I participated in an ACU intense course on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Christian Spiritual Formation&lt;/span&gt;.  Repeatedly throughout the week we read about Jesus going away to a quiet place to be alone and the importance Scripture places on keeping a regular Sabbath. When I experience what happens in my soul when I have "no events scheduled today" I become more fully aware that regular times of silence and solitude are disciplines I must cultivate if I want to be spiritually healthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, what am I going to do about my spiritual health in 2010?  Here is a short list of things I am going to work toward in relation to growing in spiritual disciplines:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A weekly day away to reflect, pray and recalibrate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A daily practice of quietly listening to the Spirit who lives in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A daily reading in the Gospels so that I might grow in my imitation of Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize these aren’t mind boggling objectives, but I am confident they will prove most helpful to me.  Unfortunately I all too often miss the time for my soul because my daily/weekly schedule has far too many events that don’t allow the space for the still small voice of God to say what needs to be said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what about you? Do you have intentional time in your schedule for solitude and silence... or are you "too busy" for that?  Do you need to schedule time for "no events scheduled for today"? What is your plan in 2010 for growing more into the likeness and example of Jesus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be still and know that I am God…" Psalm 46:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-2113516750859619053?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/2113516750859619053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/2113516750859619053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-have-no-events-scheduled-today.html' title='You Have No Events Scheduled Today...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S0pnml68ipI/AAAAAAAABPw/H24OQnLRSPY/s72-c/dud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-2424038092639211935</id><published>2010-01-05T20:23:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T20:34:53.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Will Return Soon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S0P19bG8DeI/AAAAAAAABPg/W9-j58OFikQ/s1600-h/Will+Return+sign.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S0P19bG8DeI/AAAAAAAABPg/W9-j58OFikQ/s400/Will+Return+sign.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423448811881893346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My SoHills' ministerial team mates and I are in the midst of an "intensive course" on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christian Spiritual Formation&lt;/span&gt; this week at ACU.  (These used to be called "short courses" but the accrediting powers-that-be prefer the terminology "intensive course&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having taken some time off from consistent blogging over the recent Christmas holidays, and now during this intensive course&lt;/span&gt;... I plan to resume posting on a somewhat regular basis next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-2424038092639211935?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/2424038092639211935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/2424038092639211935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/01/will-return-soon.html' title='Will Return Soon...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S0P19bG8DeI/AAAAAAAABPg/W9-j58OFikQ/s72-c/Will+Return+sign.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-9199708676475791907</id><published>2010-01-04T05:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T05:42:00.542-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thou Shalt Offend Pharisees...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S0EBKsojGHI/AAAAAAAABPY/MM1paHIXey8/s1600-h/Man+with+smoke+out+ears.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S0EBKsojGHI/AAAAAAAABPY/MM1paHIXey8/s200/Man+with+smoke+out+ears.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422616709622339698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/7120973"&gt;Mark Batterson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; posted these thoughts recently.  I felt Mark's words were worth repeating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a mantra: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Thou shalt offend pharisees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that the example Jesus set? He didn't have the time of day for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;self-righteousness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Seems like he hated nothing more.  The Pharisees &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;turned everything into an argument&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.  They &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;found something wrong with everything... even miracles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.  And they were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;all about image&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.  They looked totally righteous on the outside. They &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; the right things. They &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; the right things.  But Jesus called them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;whitewashed tombs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraham Lincoln said, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;You can please all of the people some of the time, some of the people all of the time, but you can't please all the people all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So good. So true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the question: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;"Who are you offending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us are far more concerned about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;offending pharisees &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;offending sinners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. But is that the example Jesus set? He didn't offend prostitutes or tax collectors. He shared meals with them. He restored their dignity. But he wasn't afraid to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;call a pharisee a pharisee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that let me say this: Make sure you have people in your lives that can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;speak the truth in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. You need accountability. Why? Because no one is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;above reproach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;above rebuke.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So make sure you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;listen to the voice of the prophet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. But don't listen to the self-righteousness pharisee. Don't dialogue with them. Don't listen to them. Don't give them the time of day. Why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Because Jesus didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-9199708676475791907?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/9199708676475791907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/9199708676475791907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2010/01/thou-shalt-offend-pharisees.html' title='Thou Shalt Offend Pharisees...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/S0EBKsojGHI/AAAAAAAABPY/MM1paHIXey8/s72-c/Man+with+smoke+out+ears.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-4929599568650258612</id><published>2009-12-29T09:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T09:19:36.067-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Bothers Me About SoHills...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I’m biased.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the church at SoHills.  And yet, there is something that bothers me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me take you back a few Sundays and see if I can explain. It was Sunday, December 20, and we were at the Civic Center for our Community Christmas Celebration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.  The singing was incredible. Phil’s message was powerful.  The gift presentation of "Welcome" mats to our Habitat family was touching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked out of the Civic Center that morning I heard wonderfully encouraging comments and some powerful stories about what God is doing in the lives of our SoHills church family and the lives of our friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I drove away from the Civic Center on that Sunday so excited about the day, I saw this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SzocQv3VoCI/AAAAAAAABPA/2GeVkm4-6V0/s1600-h/IMG_0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SzocQv3VoCI/AAAAAAAABPA/2GeVkm4-6V0/s320/IMG_0177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420676175545868322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I saw our city... Abilene.  And I was reminded of a sobering truth.  As excited as I was over what had happened that Sunday, MOST of Abilene had no clue. MOST of Abilene was still no closer to a growing relationship with Jesus than when the day began.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bothered me. It bothered me so much that I've spent the last couple of weeks with a gnawing feeling in my gut. But as the days progressed and a New Year draws near, I thought, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I shouldn’t keep this quiet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. I want this to bother you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It bothers me that there are still more unchurched people than ever before living less than a mile from the front door of the SoHills church building.  This has bothered me so much that I have spent a lot of time thinking about what to do. And I think I have an idea that might be worth exploring. Granted, it’s not the most original or creative idea, but it actually might be the best one to pursue... at least at first. Okay, here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want us as a church to begin 2010 with prayer and fasting. Now, before you mutter, click and leave this page... stay with me for a moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s my experience that, generally speaking, many Christians aren’t investing in unbelievers. If we’re not careful, we will drift into holy huddles of believers and isolate ourselves. Maybe we just don’t know how to bridge the gap and begin a conversation about Jesus. So we immerse ourselves in our daily lives and soon we aren’t spending time with anyone who isn’t already a follower of Jesus. I just don’t want us to drift into that danger zone. After all, one of the reasons SoHills church exists is as a resource for you to use to reach those who are far from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that our church continues to grow. The bad news is that the number of the unchurched in Abilene is growing faster. This bothers me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if that trend could change in 2010? What if each of us prayed and developed a Kingdom of God ache for at least one person in our circles of influence? What if we prayed and fasted, becoming more passionate for our community to know Jesus than ever before? What might happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Frankly, I don’t know what would happen. But I do know that I would like to find out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that’s all.  Thanks for listening. But until our city hears the great news about Jesus, and sees it lived out in us, I will remain bothered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you will too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-4929599568650258612?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/4929599568650258612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/4929599568650258612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-bothers-me-about-sohills.html' title='What Bothers Me About SoHills...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SzocQv3VoCI/AAAAAAAABPA/2GeVkm4-6V0/s72-c/IMG_0177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-1282208589289867400</id><published>2009-12-19T05:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T05:10:00.255-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best-Ever Present...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SxhwtEW351I/AAAAAAAABN8/I28a9HpvY5I/s1600-h/BB_gun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SxhwtEW351I/AAAAAAAABN8/I28a9HpvY5I/s400/BB_gun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411198871851755346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What was your all-time, favorite, best-ever Christmas present?  I'm recalling that for me it was the Christmas I got a new bike.  There was quite a bit of snow outside, but I remember that my brother and I put our coats and boots on (over our pajamas) and went riding our new bikes around the neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-1282208589289867400?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/1282208589289867400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/1282208589289867400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2009/12/best-ever-present.html' title='The Best-Ever Present...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SxhwtEW351I/AAAAAAAABN8/I28a9HpvY5I/s72-c/BB_gun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-5394260045391162664</id><published>2009-12-16T20:20:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T20:31:44.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What If Target Operated Like a Church...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SymX8AfKyAI/AAAAAAAABO4/eBNOcm_DxPo/s1600-h/target.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 140px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SymX8AfKyAI/AAAAAAAABO4/eBNOcm_DxPo/s400/target.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416027084068407298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;I found this recent post by &lt;a href="http://tonymorganlive.com/about/"&gt;Tony Morgan&lt;/a&gt; to be both funny and insightful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if Target operated like a church?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Instead of having men’s and women’s clothing departments, they would be called clever names like Impact and Embrace that are completely meaningless to new shoppers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Each department in the store would have its own logo to go with their clever name. And, of course, all those logos would be different than the logo on the front of the store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The workers in each department would all have their own t-shirts and flyers to promote what’s available in their departments. The youth clothing department would, of course, have the best flyers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You wouldn’t actually be able to buy anything from the website, but each department would have its own page explaining why they are such a great department and the the information would be several months out-of-date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you are in the shoe department and have a question about flashlights, the shoe department employee has no idea how to help you because it doesn’t have anything to do with shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Shoppers would be able to start their own departments so that they can buy the items that they want to buy. Don’t worry… that means there will certainly be a clothing department for singles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Shoppers would also be able to appoint their own store managers and then serve on committees to tell the store managers what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The store would only be open one day a week between 9:00 a.m. and noon and on the first Wednesday evening of every month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this makes you laugh.  And, maybe it also challenges some preconceived notions. After all, churches are sort of notorious for worshiping methods and traditions whether or not they actually produce results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you add to the list?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-5394260045391162664?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/5394260045391162664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/5394260045391162664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-if-target-operated-like-church.html' title='What If Target Operated Like a Church...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SymX8AfKyAI/AAAAAAAABO4/eBNOcm_DxPo/s72-c/target.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-3852956898269478944</id><published>2009-12-10T08:17:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T08:21:27.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hand of God...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SyEDnBcoQDI/AAAAAAAABOk/MHwAj_mr2VE/s1600-h/elevator-ad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SyEDnBcoQDI/AAAAAAAABOk/MHwAj_mr2VE/s400/elevator-ad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413612196014342194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Michelangelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; would be pleased...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-3852956898269478944?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/3852956898269478944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/3852956898269478944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2009/12/hand-of-god.html' title='Hand of God...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SyEDnBcoQDI/AAAAAAAABOk/MHwAj_mr2VE/s72-c/elevator-ad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-7681476470777945953</id><published>2009-12-09T05:38:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T22:10:50.585-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Special Party...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/Sx8si-BvqeI/AAAAAAAABOU/CFUqKGJJZp4/s1600-h/Celebrating_Monique%27s_Birthday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/Sx8si-BvqeI/AAAAAAAABOU/CFUqKGJJZp4/s400/Celebrating_Monique%27s_Birthday.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413094256400116194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Susan and I had two Christmas parties to attend last night.  Both parties were delightful, and we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves at each.  But we had one more party to attend last night... an 18th birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday party was for Monique (that's her on the left in the picture above).  Susan and I have gotten to know Monique at our local Subway... she makes our sandwiches.  We found out a couple of weeks ago that Monique had a birthday coming up soon--her 18th.  Monique also let us know, with no display of personal pity, that she hadn't had a birthday party or birthday cake since she was 6 years old.  Suffice it to say Monique has had a rough life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet wife decided then and there that we would have an 18th birthday party, with cake, for Monique.  And we did.  Last night, just before closing... and with no one else in the store but her kind manager, Stacie, we sung "Happy Birthday!" to Monique and presented her with a cake that had her name written across it in big red frosting letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monique was smiling as we left the store.  It was a holy night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-7681476470777945953?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/7681476470777945953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/7681476470777945953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2009/12/special-party.html' title='A Special Party...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/Sx8si-BvqeI/AAAAAAAABOU/CFUqKGJJZp4/s72-c/Celebrating_Monique%27s_Birthday.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-4953296773879707483</id><published>2009-12-08T05:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T12:08:05.389-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Conwell's Merry Christmas Card...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/Sx3HACPfUPI/AAAAAAAABOM/bPKA0qhPcTM/s1600-h/Christmas.Card.2010.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/Sx3HACPfUPI/AAAAAAAABOM/bPKA0qhPcTM/s400/Christmas.Card.2010.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412701130584969458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's the 2009 Conwell Christmas card... designed by my most talented eldest daughter, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Katie Lea&lt;/span&gt;.   (I'm the one in the orange Cons.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-4953296773879707483?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/4953296773879707483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/4953296773879707483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2009/12/conwell-merry-christmas-card.html' title='Conwell&apos;s Merry Christmas Card...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/Sx3HACPfUPI/AAAAAAAABOM/bPKA0qhPcTM/s72-c/Christmas.Card.2010.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-3047435373968475260</id><published>2009-12-07T05:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T05:46:00.224-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Powerful Prayer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/Sxw37GvraAI/AAAAAAAABOE/Ke2yAXj9G00/s1600-h/incandescent_prayers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/Sxw37GvraAI/AAAAAAAABOE/Ke2yAXj9G00/s320/incandescent_prayers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412262340754892802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I recently came across the following prayer by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_de_Foucauld"&gt;Charles de Foucauld&lt;/a&gt;.  These words spoke deeply to my heart.  I have commited to pray this prayer at least once a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deliver me, Jesus from the desire to be praised,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honored, glorified, preferred, consulted, or approved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deliver me, Jesus, from the fear of being humiliated,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;criticized, forgotten, ridiculed, maltreated, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the fear of what others will think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Jesus, give me the grace to desire: that others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would be loved and esteemed ahead of me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that in the eyes of the world they would increase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while I decrease, and praised while I pass by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unnoticed; that others would be preferred in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all situations; that others would become more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than myself — in order that I would be as holy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as You want me to be. — Charles de Foucauld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-3047435373968475260?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/3047435373968475260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/3047435373968475260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2009/12/powerful-prayer.html' title='A Powerful Prayer...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/Sxw37GvraAI/AAAAAAAABOE/Ke2yAXj9G00/s72-c/incandescent_prayers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-1558253009908091162</id><published>2009-12-05T05:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T15:31:59.443-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Muppets Cover Queen...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's an interesting video in which the Muppets offer up their rendition of Queen's "Bohemian Rhapsody."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tgbNymZ7vqY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tgbNymZ7vqY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometime true greatness is hard to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-1558253009908091162?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/1558253009908091162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/1558253009908091162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2009/12/muppets-cover-queen.html' title='The Muppets Cover Queen...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-6823629030340568093</id><published>2009-12-04T05:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T05:06:00.474-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Work Space...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/Sxhjiqh-w9I/AAAAAAAABN0/eTzOJ4FPGiU/s1600-h/Workspace.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/Sxhjiqh-w9I/AAAAAAAABN0/eTzOJ4FPGiU/s400/Workspace.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411184399469167570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What does your work space in your home, office or studio look like?  And how does your work space reflect your personality... and contribute to your creativity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-6823629030340568093?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/6823629030340568093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/6823629030340568093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2009/12/your-work-space.html' title='Your Work Space...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/Sxhjiqh-w9I/AAAAAAAABN0/eTzOJ4FPGiU/s72-c/Workspace.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-585980140576486267</id><published>2009-12-02T11:14:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T08:40:27.502-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Math...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SxfNvpBwLOI/AAAAAAAABNc/1L80wof5e-k/s1600-h/Equations.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SxfNvpBwLOI/AAAAAAAABNc/1L80wof5e-k/s400/Equations.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411019695659691234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tonymorganlive.com/about/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Tony Morgan's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; recent post on "church math" got my attention.  I'm not a math major, but my experience in church-world validates Tony's equations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more meetings = less ministry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unclear vision = packed ministry calendar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;packed ministry calendar = volunteer burnout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more announcements = less ministry engagement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more ministries = more announcements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fewer people inviting friends = smaller crowds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lack of added value = fewer people inviting friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fewer constraints = less creativity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same methods = same results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-585980140576486267?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/585980140576486267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/585980140576486267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2009/12/church-math.html' title='Church Math...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SxfNvpBwLOI/AAAAAAAABNc/1L80wof5e-k/s72-c/Equations.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-1146339377388929663</id><published>2009-12-02T10:49:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T11:02:31.715-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Right People...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SxadXy072GI/AAAAAAAABNE/KjJl2VWnWiA/s1600-h/Shadowy+People.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SxadXy072GI/AAAAAAAABNE/KjJl2VWnWiA/s320/Shadowy+People.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410685034438580322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;I found &lt;a href="http://swerve.lifechurch.tv/authors/#craig"&gt;Craig Groeschel's&lt;/a&gt; recent post to be insightful reading as to the "right people" from whom to gain constructive feedback.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asking the right questions is helpful to gaining valuable feedback. It's also important to direct the right questions to the right people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to feedback, not all people are equal. Two groups that shouldn't always be trusted include:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Your greatest critics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Your greatest fans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These groups shouldn't be ignored. You can occasionally learn a lot from your critics or your fans. But, generally speaking, your critics will be harder on you without understanding your full context and your fans will overlook ways to help you improve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a church leader or a leader in another context, you might be more challenged than you realize to find the right people. When I ask for feedback from my staff (or even church members), they might be slightly intimidated and hesitate to tell me the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Developing a trusted group that can be objective is invaluable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've searched for constructive feedback from hundreds of people over the years, and have found a group of individuals who understand the importance of truthful and helpful feedback.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people weren't necessarily born with this gift. We have actually developed a relationship and trust that draws out feedback. They see it as a part of their ministry and I see it as a helpful gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-1146339377388929663?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/1146339377388929663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/1146339377388929663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2009/12/right-people.html' title='The Right People...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SxadXy072GI/AAAAAAAABNE/KjJl2VWnWiA/s72-c/Shadowy+People.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030655385456984428.post-3981348066709087251</id><published>2009-12-01T13:47:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T14:04:07.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SxV2ht6KHDI/AAAAAAAABM8/sqpJUyqKj5Q/s1600/Injured+woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SxV2ht6KHDI/AAAAAAAABM8/sqpJUyqKj5Q/s320/Injured+woman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410360848986807346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've spent the past few days wrestling with God over a number of questions that dead-end me at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Why...?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of my struggle, I came across this quote: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Mystery i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s not the absence of meaning, but the presence of more meaning than we can comprehend."&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dennis_Covington"&gt;Dennis Covington&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://search.a1books.com/cgi-bin/mktSearch?act=showDesc&amp;amp;ITEM_CODE=0306818361&amp;amp;WVSESSION_ID=227917892"&gt;Salvation On Sand Mountain&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030655385456984428-3981348066709087251?l=vanncon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/3981348066709087251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030655385456984428/posts/default/3981348066709087251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanncon.blogspot.com/2009/12/why.html' title='Why?...'/><author><name>Vann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089657718102825766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SEcJC-9S77I/AAAAAAAAANY/FL6aGObWPiw/S220/conwell546.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yhF23us-0Nk/SxV2ht6KHDI/AAAAAAAABM8/sqpJUyqKj5Q/s72-c/Injured+woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
