tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22166862373274829242024-03-13T08:52:21.666-07:00AIM ALUMNI ASSOCIATION BLOGA place to renew, reconnect, and redirect.Aim Alumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13984986104788120985noreply@blogger.comBlogger77125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216686237327482924.post-50433739912176535932012-03-29T10:59:00.001-07:002012-03-29T11:21:05.467-07:00The New Normal<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;">24 years old. I remember the feeling of
disembarking the plane that had carried me from Quito, Ecuador to the United
States. I looked forward to eating cheeseburgers, drinking Mountain Dew and not
struggling so hard to communicate. I had accomplished what I set out to do in
completing the AIM program and was coming home. But as the days unfolded, there
was something not quite right. Something was different. It was not just that my
elementary-aged brothers had aged or my other siblings had already left home.
Something was missing.</span><span class="apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></div>
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<span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #333333; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"> That something…was normal. I wanted to get
back to normal.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #333333; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Normal
as defined by the dictionary means “conforming to the standard or the common
type; usual; regular.” Normal defined by our emotions is slipping back into a
place where we feel safe, accepted, at home. Though we may not be able to put
it to words we sense that we will know it when we feel it and we can become
quite disoriented when we don’t. This shows up with significantly more
intensity if we have longed for “normal”, only realizing on arrival that it has
escaped us.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #333333; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Peter knew normal. Normal was sitting in a
gently rocking boat. Normal was feeling the weight of the nets as he tossed
them into the sea. Normal was looking across at his brother and co-worker,
Andrew, as he had done since he was young. But his normal gave way to something
else. The traveling Rabbi wanted just a little at first, use of the boat as a
buffer for the crowds. Then he asked for more: a dirtying of already cleaned
nets, exertion of already tired muscles, pressing of already strained patience.
But then Peter was a witness to the amazing. In that moment he was changed,
humbled, compelled to confess. But then the Rabbi did the most peculiar thing.
He didn’t let Peter slip back into normal. He called him out of it. He called
him into the adventure.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;">This
is you, fellow child of God who has taken the challenge of AIM. You experienced
God, just a little at first, but He kept coming back for you: Inspiring you,
causing you to dream dreams of great things. He wouldn’t let you go. So you
signed on for the Adventure and, let’s face it, it was more than we all
bargained for, but the fundamental truth is that you have changed. And when you
return, you have this sense of missing something, sometimes it is subtle and
sometimes it is crushing.</span><span class="apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;">The
reason this is true is the same for you as it was for Peter. God is using all
aspects of your life to make you more like Him. As you change you become less
and less comfortable with your surroundings. The AIM experience accelerates
this dynamic, but you’re moving at such a rapid pace you may not notice its
happening. Until it ends. And then all you notice is that somewhere along the
way, you lost normal.</span><span class="apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></div>
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that God never called you to normal. He called you to become like Him and this
requires you to abide in Him and in Him alone. Any other place to abide becomes
competition. Though he provides us with a place to live and work to do, even
your physical body is to be considered a temporary tent.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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of us who are giving our lives to Christ are constantly being introduced to a
new normal that is not tied to our physical surroundings. The New Normal is
being with Jesus no matter where we live. This New Normal is being connected
with Jesus’ body, no matter what language they speak or how they do church. New
Normal is being engaged wholeheartedly in the work Jesus leads us in, no matter
if it is at a university, a home, a factory or a church building. This New
Normal is following Jesus. Within this new normal we will find true and eternal
peace, acceptance and safety; our true home. Abiding here allows us to move
through all the changes He will lead us in without ever losing our footing. May
God give us eyes to see and the strength to follow in the new normal that He is
leading us into every day.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #333333;">We are very excited about the upcoming </span><a href="http://www.tulsaworkshop.org/" target="_blank"><b><i><span style="color: blue;">Tulsa Workshop</span></i></b></a><span style="color: #333333;">, March 21-24, where we will be focusing on bringing the good news of Jesus to the most broken parts of our lives. I personally invite you to come and be renewed, challenged and encouraged in your journey with God and the ministry you have to the brokenness in your world. This is a FREE event whose main focus is on encouraging you, the body of Christ, to continue to follow Jesus with all their hearts. </span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;">This month marks the 9th year we will have had an AIM Alumni event with the Tulsa Workshop as our backdrop. Every year we have around 70 AIM alumni come together to share in our common heritage. We have decided to make some needed improvements in order to make that experience much better. We are actually hosting 2 different events which complement each other and, we believe, will bless you even more.</span><br />
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<b><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Thursday, March 22nd</span></span></b><br />
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<b><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"><u><span style="color: #333333;">12:00 PM (Noon) –</span> <a href="http://www.facebook.com/events/379728482051647/" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">AIM Unplugged </span></a></u></span></b><br />
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<li><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;">Spaghetti Dinner and informal meeting</span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;">Candi Moran (Dearen) (AIM 1998) will provide a Spaghetti dinner. This is for your whole family. The cost will be $4 a person. This includes spaghetti, salad, bread, drinks and dessert.</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"> </span></li>
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<li><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;">Reconnect with old friends</span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #333333;">Meet the </span><a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Adventures-In-Missions/143867848961065" target="_blank"><b><i><span style="color: blue;">present AIM Class</span></i></b></a></span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #333333;">Learn what new things the</span><a href="https://www.facebook.com/aimalum" target="_blank"> <b><i><span style="color: blue;">AIM Alumni Association</span></i></b></a><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;">is doing – This is exciting stuff!</span></li>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;">Jason Thornton (AIM 1992), Chris Johnson (AIM 1997) & Jeremy Vass (AIM 1997) will share about ways the Alumni Association is working to impact the present AIM classes and ways you can join us.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"><b style="color: #333333;">Location</b><span style="color: #333333;">: </span><a href="http://www.exposquare.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">Fairgrounds</span></a><span style="color: #333333;"> - Central Park #2 – Upper classroom in building to the East of the Pavilion</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"><b>Purpose</b>: One of most AIMer’s best memories is the times of praise we have together. We invite you to come and join with AIMers from many generations, including this present AIM class, to have a time to praise God with all our hearts. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span>Aim Alumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12368566020385845514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216686237327482924.post-52234145339075865652012-03-05T22:46:00.000-08:002012-03-05T22:46:01.304-08:00Improvement Deficiency Syndrome<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">There’s an all too common disease that thwarts
all the greatest efforts toward lasting self-improvement, and it’s called: Improvement Deficiency Syndrome (IDS).</span></div>
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young, across seemingly every demographic and socio-economic sector. IDS appears early in some, has a late onset
in others. The symptoms of IDS include
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attitude.</span></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: -0.25in;">The ability to hear hundreds of
sermons and still not improve.</span></li>
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itself with repeated flare-ups.</span></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: -0.25in;">Sudden anger, jealousy, and easily
taking offense at something obscure.</span></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: -0.25in;">Pervasive self-pity and the
justification necessary to feed it.</span></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: -0.25in;">The making of excuses to cover one’s
lack of growth.</span></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; text-indent: -0.25in;">The continued placement of self at the
center of the universe.</span></li>
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exhibiting these effects, see your Ally immediately. If you detect that being in a positive
environment, reading scripture, and associating with uplifting people is having
no effect on your attitude, heart, or service towards others- seek help
fast. You may be a chronic IDS
sufferer. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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have been identified as having symptoms of IDS.
It has destroyed friendships, ruined marriages, derailed careers, and
lost souls. The trickiest part about
identifying the presence of IDS is that the afflicted person, having become
familiar with so much scripture, knows how he or she should be behaving. This leads to effective masking, as the
person with IDS “fakes” the correct behaviors to cover up for his or her lack
of a growing heart. Bad attitudes are
hidden under false smiles; anger and jealousy are shrouded in an artificially spiritual
attitude; selfishness and pity are positioned behind a platitude of positive
sayings and cryptic one-liners.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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of our species. They think by doing the
right things they are becoming the right person. They mistake deeds for development, actions
for intent, and works for heart. In
short, they think by acting better they actually have become better. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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prayer immediately. Although the serious
debilitating effects of IDS can explain their behavior, it will never be
acceptable. Get them to see their Savior
immediately. Apply heavy doses of tough
love and an insistence upon a change that takes place deep inside, at the heart
level, spiritually. Nothing less has
ever been found to work. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br />Aim Alumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12368566020385845514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216686237327482924.post-30605498206219630152012-03-01T11:20:00.001-08:002012-03-01T11:20:23.744-08:00The Road Less Travelled By<br />
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“The Road Less
Travelled By” written by Robert Frost is one of my favorite poems. I especially
love the last three lines: <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">I took the one less traveled by,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">And that has made all the difference.”</span></i><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I wonder why in the
poem the less travelled road made all the difference to the person. I suppose
the answer is irrelevant. I suppose the point is that being the road less travelled
there was something present that the road had to offer the traveler—something
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Following Jesus is
like that. Being a disciple of Jesus makes
an eternal difference in our lives as it
is the road less travelled by—even in today’s world of relativism and
intolerance (in spite of all the vocalized views for tolerance). <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Jesus said, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Go in through the narrow gate. The gate that leads to destruction is
broad and the road wide, so many people enter through it.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>But the gate that leads to life is
narrow and the road difficult, so few people find it.”</span></i><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> Matthew
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<span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">But we <b><i>are</i></b> <b><i>able</i></b> to find the gate/road to eternal life. It’s not a hopeless pursuit. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">There was a time in my life as a younger Christian when I wanted to give up being a Christian--not because I no longer believed God existed or that Jesus was no longer my Savior. I was worn out. I was tired. Tired of struggling with sin. Tired of wrestling with myself and Satan. Tired of watching people fight. And I thought that if I gave up, then I wouldn't have to wrestle anymore. Life would be easier. </span></div>
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<i><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-size: 12pt;">“Do not let your hearts be
troubled. Trust in God; trust also in me. In my Father’s house are many
rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a
place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and
take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. You know the way
to the place where I am going.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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you are going, so how can we know the way?”</span></i><i><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the
life. No one comes to the Father except through me.” </span></i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">--John 14:1-6 NIV <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">I knew that if I gave up on God, what that consequence would be. That, and Ed Wharton's class on Christian evidences was very convicting for me to remain faithful. Life <i>with </i>God is far better than a life without Him--in this world and in the next. And so Jesus is that gate through which we must pass. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">And so for Christians, following Jesus is the road less traveled. God gave us grace through Jesus. He took a hard road to bring us eternal life. I don't imagine it was easy for Jesus. He was tempted, and yet was without sin. He probably wrestled with His humanity. He fought Satan. He watched people fight. And yet He endured because He knew what He was going through was worth it to save us. And He knew that life with God was far better than a life without Him. And for us. So Jesus understands how rough life it at times. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">And so He died for us. I don't know of any </span><span style="font-size: 16px;">other "god" that has done that for people. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">Jesus took the road less travelled by--and that has made all the eternal difference. </span></div>
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<br />Aim Alumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12368566020385845514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216686237327482924.post-69459044311998755532012-02-15T09:57:00.000-08:002012-02-15T10:20:44.293-08:00He Hears You, Dear One<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 115%;">The support ran out
weeks ago.</span><span class="apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"> </span></span></div>
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you “home”.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 115%;">The people at your
congregation keep asking how your “vacation” is going.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 115%;">Your team keeps
fighting.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 115%;">You and God haven’t
spoken in days.</span><span class="apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white; line-height: 115%;"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 115%;">What do you do when
It seems the world has turned its back on you? What do you do when you have
only your sword and shield against the invisible armies pumped to end your life
at any second? What do you do when you can’t think of how to stay, but you can’t
bear to go?</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 115%;">I was in this
situation. I lived this reality six years ago. I was in a situation that was
wonderful and full of pain all at the same time. The months where you feel
isolated. You are eating beans, rice, and whatever moldy vegetables you can find
in the back of your cabinet. The days spent crying in bed.</span><span class="apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white; line-height: 115%;"> </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 115%;">Crying out to a God
who you can’t hear.</span><span class="apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white; line-height: 115%;"> </span></span></div>
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a hug.</span><span class="apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white; line-height: 115%;"> </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 115%;">He hears you. Oh pilgrim, he hears you. You are
now wandering through a land that is not your own. You can count your
belongings on your right hand. You can count your supporters on the other. You
may be discouraged like you never thought possible.</span><span class="apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 115%;">He hears you.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 115%;">He hears you when
you cry out in the night. So isolated because this language is not your own,
and you have trouble even trying to buy a cup of coffee. So alone because you
can’t seem to connect with the very people paired up to journey with you into
the barren land. So afraid because the book you hold in your hand isn’t giving
you the comfort and joy it once imparted.</span><span class="apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white; line-height: 115%;"> </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 115%;">He hears you.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 115%;">He loves you, my
wonderful friend, He loves you more than you can imagine. Every day his heart
bleeds tears for your sorrow. He is trying to speak to you. He is sending his
message to You.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 115%;">I love you dear
one. I hear you, and I see you.</span><span class="apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white; line-height: 115%;"> </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 115%;">So you wake up
every morning. You thank Him for small victories. The car started. The bus ran
on time. Your team prayed together. You hugged through the tears. You walk
forward. Your head held high with the knowledge of love. With the intention of
sharing, of loving, of giving, of serving, of praying, and of preaching. You
thank our Father for his</span><span class="apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 115%;">grace,
and you keep going.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"><span style="background-color: white;">He hears you.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;">He loves you.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 115%;">-Lydia Mulligan (Weatherly)</span><span class="apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"> </span></span></div>
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Scotland AIM 2005</span></span></span></div>
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I took a minute to just sit… and breathe. I’d like to invite you to do the
same. Just take one moment to take in a deep breath… and let it out.</span><br />
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relate to feeling too busy. All of us have heard sermons of various kinds
telling us that we need to set aside time to spend alone, to pray, to meditate,
to read. Similarly, we have all heard “shoulda/coulda/woulda” stories from
older men and women that we need to spend more quality time with our families
and friends. We all struggle through knowing whether or not to dedicate time to
this or that activity, to volunteer with this or that group, or to teach this
or that class. Most of us know what’s most important to us, but then there are
also bills to pay and houses to clean and food to prepare and everything else
in the world to take care of. </span><span style="color: #444444; font-size: 11.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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have the answer for these predicaments, but I would like to address at least
one aspect of the issue – do you sometimes feel like you’re behind? Like if
somehow you can take the maximum hours in school that you’ll make up for the
fact that you’ve been living abroad for a couple of years? Whether you’re going
through Sunset or a university or cosmetology school or just working up the
ladder, are you rushing through this phase so you can “catch up”? Do you even
know what would it look like to be caught up? </span><span style="color: #444444; font-size: 11.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #333333; font-size: 11.5pt;">Does the end goal
matter more than the way we get there? The Bible is replete with examples of
patience and encouragements to live now. If we are looking to the future,
it’s with the mindset of heaven being our home. I would like to encourage all
of us to be grateful for the experiences we’ve had, even if they were really trying,
and to be content with what God has for us in this moment. If that’s proving
impossible, maybe it’s a sign that God wants you somewhere else. But before you
decide one way or the other, make sure you talk with God about it, and with
others you trust. If our whole lives are about what’s coming next, well, we’re
not guaranteed anything but today, so let’s dedicate ourselves to making life
count regardless of whether we’re married yet or have a degree yet or have a
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wants our lives now. And if that feels like a burden instead of a blessing, I
would challenge us to take a look at our lives and think of one thing we could
drop. It could be the tiniest thing that’s sucking out that last bit of energy
from our day. Remember, God is omnipotent, not us, and he will equip us to do
every good thing we’re called to do. Rest in that promise, and let yourself be
a little less busy today.</span><span style="color: #444444; font-size: 11.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: inherit;">... I'd give my possessions and my friendship</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: inherit;">... I would mind the gap between household and nation </span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;">... I would love those who love me</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: inherit;">... I would close my lips to argument</span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;">... I would give my lunch to one waiting on a paycheck</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">... I would work an extra shift so someone could travel the </span><span style="background-color: white;">world</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">... I'd give my patience to that one annoying person</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">... I would encourage those who encourage</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">... I would ask my neighbor 'how are you eating?'</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"> If I were the revolution today</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">... I would be the peace meal of a slain people, shared b</span><span style="background-color: white;">etween the survivors
and the killers in places like </span><span style="background-color: white;">Rwanda, in Israel/Palestine and in the Americas</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"> If I were the revolution today</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"> ... I would be the extended hand, no matter how different</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"> If I were the revolution today</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"> ... hanging in bedrooms of palaces and white houses of p</span><span style="background-color: white;">ower I'd be the
dreamcatcher retelling the nightmares of </span><span style="background-color: white;">suffering in labor camps, sweatshops,
prisons, deserted</span><span style="background-color: white;"> places of empire and the ghettos of wealth</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"> If I were the revolution today</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"> ... I'd be the change of mind in the deathdealer to give living </span><span style="background-color: white;">a second try</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"> If I were the revolution today</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"> ... I'd be the renovated structure of sex trafficking and drug </span><span style="background-color: white;">peddling turned
organism of food gardens and no cost </span><span style="background-color: white;">housing where 'the haves' and 'the have
nots' find a</span><span style="background-color: white;"> common rhythm to live by</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">If I were the revolution today</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">... I'd be the pulse of the doctor who practices medicine </span><span style="background-color: white;">among those who will
never be able to pay the bill</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">... I'd be the better world maker's thoughts spray painted in </span><span style="background-color: white;">the sky so
empires won't crush their heart with a dream </span><span style="background-color: white;">no one can afford</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">... someone will forgive regardless of the wrongdoing</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">... someone will leave a soon to be dead life behind for a resurrected now</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">... an unwanted child will be taken from the trashlands and raised to birth
love</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">... a peacemaker will leave a fresh change of heart for an angry mob to clothe
their n</span><span style="background-color: white;">akedness with</span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;">... someone will lay down the way of the gun for the fruits of the Spirit</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;">... a household will harbor refugees</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;">... a family will have enough food to share with their hungry neighbor</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;">... an addict will be released from their chains</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;">... someone will throw a birthday party for a prostitute</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;">... prisoners will bless a cruel guard</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;">... someone will sing jubilantly of another world ripening in the face of the
emperor's sickle</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;">... an aged and dying person will be cared for and instilled with dignity until
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> <span style="line-height: 115%;">What
is God doing? What does God want?
Questions I have asked often in the last two years. There are so many ways to describe AIM to
someone. My personal favorite is “an
emotion, spiritual, and physical at times rollercoaster”, but something I would
never change. It has been a journey, but I think I’ve learned a lot about how
to answer these questions in a healthy way. I don’t believe that I could ever
say I fully know what God is doing, but I always know that He is working. I
don’t believe I could fully know what God wants, but I know that He wants for
us to know Him more, and be happy doing that.</span></span><br />
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never have been good at making big decisions; I always wonder if what I have
decided is what God wants. I have started to learn in understanding God’s love
for me—that in the decisions that I make, God does want me to be blessed. The
biggest decision that I had to make recently was where I wanted to be after my
field time. My options were California or Texas. I went back and forth for the
longest time about where I wanted to be, the answer was both, but as we all
know I can’t be in both places at once. I was then reminded that it doesn’t
matter where I choose to be because God is always working. I struggled with
that for a long time, remembering that God may give me two different paths that
I can choose from, but He isn’t going to bless me in one and not bless me in
another. I find that the only time I won’t see God using me, is when I don’t
let Him use me. I constantly need to remember that God is showing us things
throughout the day that I can be doing for Him. Sometimes, I’m just not
looking. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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of this last week I have had to remind myself once again of all this, also
remembering I may choose something and God may change that up a little to work
in different ways. As I said before I had this big decision on where I was
going to go after the field. I chose to go to Grass Valley, California because
it just seemed to be working out and that God was just putting more open doors
there (pretty cool thing to see God was helping me out). But, throughout this
last week God has changed that and has blessed me more through this process. I
am now moving to Auburn, California where I will be able to live and work in
the fields that I wanted to before, but couldn’t. But there are also so many
ministry opportunities here. I have seen God just change around plans, but open
up ways that I can choose to give myself to Him and let Him use me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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thank God for the times that He has given me and the things that He has allowed
in my journey with Him. I don’t look back and regret anything, because He is
the one guiding me. I thank God for the choices He gives me, but I also thank
Him for changing those around when needed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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encourage you all to make choices based on what you love to do. I encourage you
to choose to walk with God in each of those choices that you make, because if
you are looking towards Him, He WILL use you. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;">-Jeni Bandanza</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;"> Leon, Mexico </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;"> AIM 2009</span><br />
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right? </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%; text-align: justify;">I know that coming back from the AIM mission field, that's an easy
thought pattern to slip into. When I shifted fields from Boston to Wichita
Falls, TX, back in '93, in order to do a youth ministry internship with my home
congregation, several times I got caught up in situations that left me feeling
like I couldn't do anything right. In fact, at one point I even said that I
would never get into youth ministry.</span></div>
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at least, we get fooled into thinking that we're supposed to be able to do
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%; text-align: justify;">By the time we leave our mission fields, a lot of you have
had to learn a whole new language to survive, and you leave having this fluency
that you never would have imagined you could. We left behind a college Bible
study and a small group of teens that had grown closer together. It's easy to
look back on that as we board the plane or train, or dare I say, automobile,
and think, "I did all that."</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Some of you will
have heard a guy named Randy Harris speak before. One time I heard him speak at
an event about his mantra that he repeats to himself every morning. I like it
so much that I took his mantra, put the Scriptures with it that he referenced,
and printed it to put up in my office.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">The first part of
this mantra says, "Today I will be incompetent." </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">The Bible verse that is the basis for his statement is 2
Corinthians 3:5: "Not that we are competent to claim anything for
ourselves, but our competence comes from God." I love to read that each
day when I come in my office, because I tend toward pride. It reminds me that
I'm a bumbling idiot left to my own devices, but when this bumbling idiot gets
in God's way and lets Him push him around, amazing things can happen. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">So what do you do
when it doesn't feel like you can do anything right? Remember that you're
correct. All you need to do is keep making your mistakes in the path of God,
and He'll be the Adequate One for you.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">When have you felt
inadequate to work for God?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I love food--good tasting food, anyway. I love how flavors come together to create a delectable treat that fills me up and makes me warm and happy inside. I guess that’s why some foods are called refreshments.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">There’s nothing like the refreshing taste of a vanilla Dr. Pepper. (or insert your refreshment of choice here) Maybe for you it’s a cup of coffee. A glass of coke without ice. A sip of tea. Or a tall drink of clean, clear water that satisfies the body’s craving for life. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Water is the life-source for all living things—physically speaking, of course. When I don’t drink enough water during the week, each sip I do take is like life to my soul. It tastes so good, that I want more! And yet, I often go for the Dr. Pepper or coffee before I reach for the water. And my body suffers the consequences of my choices—headaches, dehydration, lack of energy. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">What is refreshing to you? I mean, spiritually refreshing. What does refreshing even <i>mean</i>? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Re</i> means to do again—to bring [something] back. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Fresh</i> means, ripe, not old, not stale—at its best.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">So to refresh means to bring something back to the state at which it is at its best. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I must admit, I’m not always at my best. I love vanilla Dr. Pepper—with extra vanilla, please, and light on the ice. Maybe a little coffee with my french vanilla creamer. But that doesn’t mean it’s good for me. The sweet taste of it sure makes me feel re-energized for a time—then it’s gone. And I have to suffer the sugar/caffeine crash or get some more. But I never have side effects from refreshing water. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">What spiritually refreshes you? What fills your cup? What brings you back to your best? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: inherit;">“I thank my God always when I remember you in my prayers because I hear of your love and of the faith that you have toward the Lord Jesus and for all the saints, and I pray that the sharing of your faith may become effective for the full knowledge of every good thing that is in us for the sake of Christ. For I have derived much joy and comfort from your love, my brother, because the hearts of the saints have been refreshed through you. “<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span> </span>-</i>Philemon 4-7<i> </i>ESV<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Refresh" in the Greek in this context means to give rest, that is to permit one to cease from any movement or labor in order <i>to recover and collect his strength. </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I wonder what Philemon did that was so refreshing to others. Yes, there was something about his love and of the faith he had towards Jesus and all the saints, but what did that <i>look like</i> in his everyday life? Whatever it was, I reckon those saints told other people about Philemon’s actions and somehow word got back to Paul—not just about <i>one</i> saint, but <i>many</i>. Philemon took the opportunity to give rest to others—<i>many </i>others. They told others about his godly characteristics that made them feel like they were back at their best again with renewed strength. And Paul was thankful to God for Philemon’s refreshing heart towards others. Philemon's refreshing actions gave comfort and joy to Paul. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Refreshing. Like a good friend who still loves you when you’re at you’re worst and can still inspire you to be your best. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Do you have a friend like that who refreshes others? One who makes others feel at rest that they may grow in spiritual strength? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Are you <i>that friend </i>who does the refreshing? I don’t know that I’m that friend. I’d like to think so at times that I am that refreshing friend. And hope so at others. And well, I’m such an introvert that being around lot of people constantly often drains the energy out of me, and so <i>I’m</i> often in need of being refreshed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">But I do have a friend who refreshes me. We’ve known each other for many years. We didn’t grow up together. We were never neighbors. We didn’t go to school together. Our families didn’t know each other. Neither one of us were believers even when we met, so we didn’t go to church together. We’ve never even lived in the same town. Ever. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">We were pen pals. Yep, we used to write old fashioned letters to each other every week. We started writing when we were 12, met at age 13 and we've been good friends ever since. As adults, we've gotten to see each other at least once a year. I feel like whenever we’re together in the same room that no time has passed since we were together last. And we never went to AIM together. But she loves God like those AIM Alumni I've come to know and love over the years!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">We both became believers later on in life and have had many a great spiritual conversation together since then.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">When she and I get together, there’s just something about being with her that refreshes me—that brings me back to my best at who I am in God—that gives me strength to keep on pressing on. Oh, I’m not perfect when I’m with her, but I’m back in love with God and am excited about Him. My mind seems clearer when discussing scriptures, Bible concepts and principles. I have comfort and joy again. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Being around her brings me peace. There’s no pressure to do or be anything other than who I am when I’m around her. I can sleep in if I’m staying at her house. I can bring homemade turkey broth to make soup. I can bring half-baked sourdough bread and we can laugh together about how awful it tastes! And eat it anyways! And be an ear to listen and a hand to hold during the tough times. And bring God into the conversation at every turn. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">What is it about her that makes me feel so refreshed when I’m around her? I think it has to do with her love for God and how she lives that out in her daily life serving God and her family. She is patient, kind, loving, merciful, grace giving, generous, servant-hearted, thoughtful—a true Christ-follower. She’s not perfect either. But she <i>is</i> someone who inspires me to be more like Jesus because of the way she lives her life for Him. And there’s a peace that floods my soul when I’m around her. I don’t know what that is, or how it works or why that happens. It just does. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I don’t know what I give to her in our friendship. I hope it’s something good. And I pray that whatever it is I can do for her that it’s refreshing to her soul, too. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Let's remind ourselves that our "home" is in heaven, and that it's good to feel "homeless" here to some extent. Let's also remind ourselves that God is everywhere, even now, and be encouraged to trust him with what's ahead, what's behind, and what's directly in front of us.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"And he made from one man every nation of mankind to live on all the face of the earth, having determined allotted periods and the boundaries of their dwelling place, that they should seek God, in the hope that they might feel their way toward him and find him. Yet he is actually not far from each one of us, for 'In him we live and move and have our being'..." -Acts 17:26-28</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">You are here, I know</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Because it shows.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">But sometimes what comforts me most</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">is how you're here</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">before we're here.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">And you're there</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">when we're not there, anymore.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Your omnipresence abides at my core,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">And I'm sure it endures beyond that door</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">with those I don't even see anymore</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">and the ones whom, as of yet, I still haven't met.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Be here with me, and there with my thoughts</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">and everywhere always, someday we'll be</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">anywhere, always, it's true, with you.</span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU0UPltdwI4T808RaGI5wzyd_Hsr-QG4FOXDjV1hKD0D_D3GFEQAMtIRm_N5Q1ALCNiyGwF5lzdSeqVDMnHh9P1MyZ7eSxX9f4hQXkCLT2-AcGsTRH_QFiFPLweilBp2YenDz_yDMlMaef/s1600/112209_2211%255B02%255D.jpg"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615738431293065074" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU0UPltdwI4T808RaGI5wzyd_Hsr-QG4FOXDjV1hKD0D_D3GFEQAMtIRm_N5Q1ALCNiyGwF5lzdSeqVDMnHh9P1MyZ7eSxX9f4hQXkCLT2-AcGsTRH_QFiFPLweilBp2YenDz_yDMlMaef/s200/112209_2211%255B02%255D.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 136px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 102px;" /></span></a>Aim Alumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12368566020385845514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216686237327482924.post-38100685381161232122011-05-31T21:35:00.000-07:002011-05-31T21:45:29.846-07:00Changing Plans<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU939cOHBNiU-Xeus6dzP5IbAHeILsdCdCVToq6ZlUEotuJg7u1tctRWYUlmWMkbbDOskuhgjMUf84nl9HN78HW5TzRntQjhqTKYQv46qqYhCIQolyDPaDdaV7jjYx1SlZOh0SAO1APkaZ/s1600/pregnant-woman1.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU939cOHBNiU-Xeus6dzP5IbAHeILsdCdCVToq6ZlUEotuJg7u1tctRWYUlmWMkbbDOskuhgjMUf84nl9HN78HW5TzRntQjhqTKYQv46qqYhCIQolyDPaDdaV7jjYx1SlZOh0SAO1APkaZ/s200/pregnant-woman1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613106004307642066" border="0" /></a><br />“ The Lord has kept me from having children. Go, sleep with my maidservant; perhaps I can build a family through her. “ ~ Sarai, Genesis 16:2<br /><br /> Most of us are familiar with God’s promise to Abram of innumerable offspring - and we know how Sarah tried to “help” the process along. In fact, I felt so familiar with this story that when I was reading it recently, I was tempted to skim through it just because I ‘knew’ the story already. But, because I felt that prideful ‘been there, read that’ moment, I purposefully slowed down to read it again. And God faithfully revealed a fresh new detail that I’d never noticed previously.<br /><br /> God had decided long ago that Sarai wasn’t going to have children. I feel certain she prayed for children. But somewhere in her journey, she settled with the reality that God had closed her womb and that possibility. I kind of found it curious that she hadn’t tried to build a family earlier through her maidservants – but instead it seems she had just resigned to the state of being childless. When Abram shares God’s revelation with her, she doesn’t seem to lament this change of plans – but shifts into “planning” mode following her belief in his encounter. She simply states what she’d seen all along – that if God’s plan was for Abram to have children, it wasn’t going to be through her. How did she know that? Because that’s how it had always been. The Lord had already closed her womb.<br /><br /> “The Lord has kept me from having children.”<br /><br />Here’s what I want us to catch. Sarai’s mistake wasn’t solely a lack of faith in God’s ability to keep His word or make His plan happen. Her ‘faith mistake’ was interpreting God’s future plan for her by her past with Him.<br /><br />Pretty reasonable assumption, don’t you think?<br /> <br /> In fact, I’d go so far as to say for most of us, God is only as big as we’ve experienced Him personally at that moment. I mean, we read the stories and know in ‘theory’ that God can do a whole lot, but often we assume that power is for everyone else… for another time and place, and a story better than ours is at the moment.<br /><br /> Think about your own life. Is there anything that you’re eager for God’s involvement in, but you find yourself limiting the possible outcomes to only the realities you’ve experienced so far with Him? Maybe you’ve returned home from the field to a church that you feel will never change. Maybe you start down a path towards a new mission field, only to have God put on the brakes. Maybe your marriage, which seemed so full of life at the beginning, feels increasingly dead as time goes by.<br /><br />The call to let God work in our lives free from the assumptions of His work in the past is a tough one. Joseph is a fascinating example. When Pharaoh’s dream needs interpreting, and Joseph is called up out of his cell, we assume he reveled in the fact that he was finally vindicated. But I wonder if Joseph was really all that excited? I’m sure being out of prison was a relief, but when Pharaoh says he will give Joseph one of the highest positions in all of Egypt, does Joseph struggle with a little flashback? I mean, in Joseph’s life, interpreting dreams and being raised to positions of power were always followed by dark valleys of injustice and loneliness. Was he tempted to just ask for freedom and walk away from the leadership?<br /><br /> The more life God gives us, the more tempted we are to think we’ve seen Him work as much as He’s going to work. It’s easy to be a ‘fan’ of God and still bind ourselves and our faith up to only what we’ve experienced firsthand. I encourage you to anchor yourself to the truth that God doesn’t say that He can only do what we ask or imagine. He doesn’t even say He can do a little more that we can ask or imagine. He says he can do exceedingly, abundantly more than we ask or imagine. That’s a big invitation to imagine beyond what you’ve experienced so far. Keep seeking!<br /><br />-Heather Pitney Thornton<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7P_t-9s-Xaw1RyOH_G4v5NHybpe3N0AHcEHW3aFUDZQXwY2JTzR39V5BBLApCFtKFmJR-PqAFNKI8LYLkzhxK60QG77CNRPtHHZxAauPv3VmaoWOVxULdvM4BurLSHvVDBu2NOY2wgrQH/s1600/heath.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 103px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7P_t-9s-Xaw1RyOH_G4v5NHybpe3N0AHcEHW3aFUDZQXwY2JTzR39V5BBLApCFtKFmJR-PqAFNKI8LYLkzhxK60QG77CNRPtHHZxAauPv3VmaoWOVxULdvM4BurLSHvVDBu2NOY2wgrQH/s200/heath.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613107213840402146" border="0" /></a>Aim Alumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12368566020385845514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216686237327482924.post-75807653578318627192011-05-27T11:08:00.000-07:002011-05-27T11:20:09.454-07:00Too reserved?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7cXD_dFeleU_3h2VJTYZVeamP5HqDsvxdlljHrjyKX3tEcJZjhyphenhyphenYETTnh-u5mtT5InDeeZB1i_rcIPmDePmmHRCh7-YokPmHZRo8_4DG6_ewfHUK0bBGqpnISEXwPlqm109UiKCoaZi5g/s1600/dumptruck.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7cXD_dFeleU_3h2VJTYZVeamP5HqDsvxdlljHrjyKX3tEcJZjhyphenhyphenYETTnh-u5mtT5InDeeZB1i_rcIPmDePmmHRCh7-YokPmHZRo8_4DG6_ewfHUK0bBGqpnISEXwPlqm109UiKCoaZi5g/s200/dumptruck.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611461423273472994" border="0" /></a><br />I don't know about you, but I'm a pretty reserved guy. Well, I say that, but I know how to be crazy too. But when it comes to sharing my feelings, I typically keep them in. The thinking goes, "I know I'm dealing with x, y AND z, but I know that they MUST be dealing with a, b and c [notice that all of a sudden I can read the other person's mind], so they don't need me dumping on them." So I find a place to squash x, y and z in, and try to forget it, and don't ever deal with how I'm feeling, whether it's frustration over a hurt (real or perceived), anger, sadness, etc.<br /><br />So I've been forced to realize lately how much I do that, and how dangerous it can be. I work with a great guy at a great church, with wonderful staff both in and out of 'ministry.' We've got lots of financial support for our ministry, maybe even too much, and we've got parents all over who actually WANT to step in and help out, maybe even too much. Just kidding. But over the last year and a half, between some changes in his life, and some changes at home, and then just my "natural" way of handling my emotions, there's been an unhealthy build-up of bad feelings, just on my own end, that weren't getting dealt with. And that meant that there were days in the office where I'd just be angry/frustrated/sad, for no good reason, except that those feelings I thought I had packed away for good were coming out and manifesting themselves.<br /><br />Like I said, I was forced to recognize this about myself and was even charged by some of my shepherds to do something about it. As I was sitting telling them how I was feeling (only because I was forced to), my eyes started creating a salty discharge -- Seinfeld reference for everyone who didn't recognize it -- and I found that those repressed feelings were making more of an impact on me than I realized. And when I talked to the other youth minister, there was such a weight that lifted. Yeah, I'm sure I'll still get frustrated, but I've committed to him that I'll always be honest about how I'm feeling.<br /><br />So, you might be thinking, "I'm glad this is Donovan's getting this off his chest, but what does this have to do with me?" Well, I think we sometimes do this when we get off the field, or when we leave Lubbock, or when we're dealing with life. We think that because we've had ALL this Bible training and mission experience, and we're SO mature, then we should be able to handle our feelings better than so-and-so. Or we think that the person in front of us is dealing with all kinds of junk (and they probably are, in reality), so we shouldn't dump on them and give them more to worry about. But there's two dangers. One, for you, is that you don't get to process your true feelings, and they start to weigh you down. Two, the other person doesn't really know what you're feeling, so they can't deal with you on a real level.<br /><br />So my encouragement is to share how you're feeling. Talk about your experiences on the field. It may not feel like it, but you'll find people who want to hear your story. Yeah, there will be folks who are too busy, or too consumed with their own stuff, to be able to give you all their attention right now, but don't let that stop you. And be sure to share your feelings in love. Don't get ugly about it. Remember that the way they are seeing things is going to be completely different from the way you see it, and you need to be compassionate and understanding to them just the way you want them to be to you. And don't forget that you have a whole community of 25+ years of folks who have been through similar experiences, a lot of them a click away on Facebook, who would love to share your burden.<br /><br />Have you experienced the freeing & healing that comes from sharing your hidden feelings?<br /><br />- Donovan Fox<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF0uKBZZotJy6HaDYKqDkECdppI6O7gtXNg61zBZ99KiQ2NrVIbM-YG23QuyQcnXa31vgqV-JwbEN6qOIYzjcEe9d_PJDrL4pd13xGV1i4XNu0aul-QPIoSQD4fDUWpJ418Bx5iSRXwbWs/s1600/donovan.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 162px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF0uKBZZotJy6HaDYKqDkECdppI6O7gtXNg61zBZ99KiQ2NrVIbM-YG23QuyQcnXa31vgqV-JwbEN6qOIYzjcEe9d_PJDrL4pd13xGV1i4XNu0aul-QPIoSQD4fDUWpJ418Bx5iSRXwbWs/s200/donovan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611462061577945298" border="0" /></a>Aim Alumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12368566020385845514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216686237327482924.post-55774945932435542882011-05-17T21:10:00.000-07:002011-05-17T21:33:40.643-07:00Two Crazy Stories<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheeSK59mCMxJ44ZGQrs3gnw2Qaq0dtHMjnLeQGPobiu0zHN-MdtMTF88rn0yYFlBakw60kFFmqNqWDcb7mOI6cCt3IJKia-WvlYBhwcyc5eOIwK1MMfA3EeJnWkVqpWBR2pQCr-fgy9MwK/s1600/spiral-notebook-corner.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheeSK59mCMxJ44ZGQrs3gnw2Qaq0dtHMjnLeQGPobiu0zHN-MdtMTF88rn0yYFlBakw60kFFmqNqWDcb7mOI6cCt3IJKia-WvlYBhwcyc5eOIwK1MMfA3EeJnWkVqpWBR2pQCr-fgy9MwK/s200/spiral-notebook-corner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607908610690082306" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="">I’ve got two crazy stories to tell. One will be brief, since you probably already know it because it’s in the Bible. The other one happened to me about a year ago.</span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="">In Acts 16 Paul implements a mission strategy to reach people that he’s already had success in: go to a religious place and talk about Jesus. In this case he goes to a group of praying women, and then Lydia and her household are baptized after Paul teaches them. Pretty cool, the strategy worked.</span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="">If it worked before, it would probably work again, right? So Paul goes to another place of prayer to try and convert some people, but a wrench gets thrown in the mission strategy. A crazy fortune-teller girl starts pestering Paul, and the text even says Paul gets pretty aggravated by it. After all, he’s trying to do God’s work and this annoying girl just won’t go away. He has a couple of options: do somethi</span><span style="">ng about it, or continue on with his previous strategy. But, Paul decides to go for it and do something. Eventually he casts out her spirit of divination, which leads to even crazier events.<br /></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="">The whole town gets pretty mad, and Paul and others get thrown into prison. Again, Paul could easily just get annoyed again by another plan foiled. But, instead he sings to God, and an earthquake comes and frees all the prisoners. You know the rest. Paul converts the jailer and his entire household.</span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="">The interesting thing is that Paul set out with a plan for God, and that plan was cut short by some pretty bothersome circumstances (an annoying girl and a prison sentence). But, Paul had something special: a willing heart. He was willing to be sidetracked and allow God to do something crazy, and in the end his story of success here was probably much bigger than it would have been had he just gone to another place of prayer.</span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="">Something similar happened to me. About a year ago Alisha and I were visiting some friends in Austin (Chris and Rachel Bennett). I had been preaching most Sundays in Hart la</span><span style="">tely, so I was looking forward to one Sunday where I could just listen instead of preach.<br /></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="">That Saturday night Chris was joking about me being a preacher, and made some joke about if I was somehow called on to preach last minute would I do it. We talked about it for a bit, and I told him I could probably do it because I preach every Sunday, so I have a lot to pick from. But, of course, in what universe would I randomly be asked to preach at a visiting church? And why would I even want to? “That’s so prideful to think about. I don’t even want to,” I thought. “This will be nice to just listen for once.”</span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="">The next morning I sat in Chris’s Bible class, and happened to flip through some of my sermons wondering what I would preach if I happened to be asked to preach last minute. It was like I couldn't shake the thought. But I laughed out loud, put my sermons away, and inwardly chastised myself for being so ridiculous. “Pay attention,” I thought. “You’re being prideful.”<br /></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="">That Church happened to have a guest speaker that morning. But when Church was starting, I asked one of the elders about it, and he got frantic when he realized the man wasn’t there yet. It was like a beehive getting stirred as they ran around trying to figure out where th</span><span style="">is guy was. I thought, “There’s no way this guy won’t be here. He’s got to call or something.”</span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="">Alisha (being a good wife) told Chris to volunteer me to speak, but I was kind of frozen because it was like my thoughts were coming true. “I don’t even want to preach today, what on Earth is going on?” I thought. Eventually, right after the Lord’s Supper, one of the elders approached me and told me, “Looks like you’re up.” So I went to the back and tried to find something recent enough I remembered well, and when I found one Chris came back to pray with me. When we were done I told him I had to look over my lesson, because I had preached it a month earlier. Right then one of the elders came back and wanted to pray with me. And when he finished the prayer, they were introducing me. It’s then I prayed, “God, this is weird. I haven’t even looked over this. Looks like you’re up, too.”</span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="">I got up there, and did the best I could. I preached a sermon I had done recently called, “8 Modern Lies About Christianity” as a part of a series on Colossians. Among the lies were things like, “Being right is more important than living right,” “Christianity is primarily </span><span style="">about what happens on Sunday,” and "Christianity is primarily a political religion." Based on people’s faces I wasn’t sure if it was going well or not. I thought maybe I was making people angry.<br /></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="">Well, I preached as best I could and stepped down, not sure what to think (and still dazed that I even preached to begin with). But I’m not exaggerating when I say that I think <i>every last person</i> in that Church came to tell me that sermon dealt with exactly where they were and that they needed it so badly. It was the strangest thing. I was in shock. </span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="">On top of that, they paid us for speaking, which happened to be around the exact amount we needed that month because of some unexpected expenses. I don’t know what happened from it all, but I do know God was in it. Here I was expecting to lay down my preacher hat for a weekend and just go somewhere, when God threw one of the coolest opportunities I’ve ever had right in my lap. I could have said no. I could have let someone else do it. But because I was willing (though inadequate, scared, and incredibly nervous) God used me to do something special.<br /></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="">I think that’s how God works. He doesn’t need talented p</span><span style="">eople. He needs people to raise up their hands and say, “I don’t know what it will look like, but here I am for Your purposes, God. Please use me.” And, He will.</span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="">Note: The guest speaker had</span></i><i><span style=""> a flat tire and had left his cell phone at home.</span></i></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">-Joshua Tucker, AIM '04</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEdLCNp3OHmQ83NEfJ03LkK_KlS6pGoQKVfJqIFFcbirwSTsyUhaKpIrOA-ygqLuTweIQvrUw0O6SGsPl2tac8RhjcDLd1pDS0sbBLwiyxiRuE0ABrt4Vjtzv5V8_muYAyojT5GV_N9S0I/s1600/joshua.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEdLCNp3OHmQ83NEfJ03LkK_KlS6pGoQKVfJqIFFcbirwSTsyUhaKpIrOA-ygqLuTweIQvrUw0O6SGsPl2tac8RhjcDLd1pDS0sbBLwiyxiRuE0ABrt4Vjtzv5V8_muYAyojT5GV_N9S0I/s200/joshua.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607908617226471762" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p>Aim Alumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12368566020385845514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216686237327482924.post-7038206971405802692011-05-10T22:25:00.000-07:002011-05-10T22:40:26.729-07:00HumilityJo Yoder, AIM '06, spent her field time in Grass Valley, CA, and I have the privilege of living with her on her old field, now home. She was writing this to a friend and I overheard a bit of it and asked if I could share it with you all. Be encouraged!<br /><br />***<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzeyuSqXruqbEbb14n2csebKecfiuQbr1AlKT6UytXBlJEa1y4YvP1tsyPeFTMrRILkhQLMkGKLJhKa8h0m0yGD3zlqzjKKkBwhgfyD4AUFcExb4njc2tKk4GjT2VTDu0h19N0HAMXC7kI/s1600/hands-receiving.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 140px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzeyuSqXruqbEbb14n2csebKecfiuQbr1AlKT6UytXBlJEa1y4YvP1tsyPeFTMrRILkhQLMkGKLJhKa8h0m0yGD3zlqzjKKkBwhgfyD4AUFcExb4njc2tKk4GjT2VTDu0h19N0HAMXC7kI/s200/hands-receiving.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605328627593452146" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Tuesdays we have a small group gathering to share what is going on in our lives and to strengthen each other. Tonight we talked about humility. My friend Leland asked us all what our definition or understanding of humility would be.<br /><br />There were a lot of good points made:<br />humility is seeing yourself as God sees you;<br />humility is having an open state of honesty about oneself; and<br />humility is recognizing that everything we are and have has been given to us.<br /><br />Jesus is the best example of humility. And we never see him putting himself down, or thinking little of himself, which is something we can sometimes mistake for humility. Instead, we see him constantly acknowledging the Father and walking with confidence in the path that God set before him. That is true humility - dependence on the Lord, putting our focus on him instead of ourselves, on his will instead of ours.<br /><br />So this is my encouragement to you, that you are able to be completely humble and not dragged down by focusing on yourself, either on how you are inadequate in yourself or how you are strong in yourself. May the Lord be your light, the power in your life and the one who makes you holy!<br /><br />Blessings.<br /><br />-Jo YoderAim Alumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12368566020385845514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216686237327482924.post-50681060276490032832011-04-26T18:19:00.000-07:002011-04-26T21:39:18.193-07:00Adversity<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibztTrh-9tXnh_H6-zz1siXSBy8r0HlsL-llFws_fb5xIYIQx1y4tGcKDzULkqgVqIAaMw2cm8NEHx_RTXYuAetAXlGO7O9Q7TMwZ6i_FmATf5iMZ-RED9z_1b0eIg7QroupbqPxZvi45R/s1600/lottery.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibztTrh-9tXnh_H6-zz1siXSBy8r0HlsL-llFws_fb5xIYIQx1y4tGcKDzULkqgVqIAaMw2cm8NEHx_RTXYuAetAXlGO7O9Q7TMwZ6i_FmATf5iMZ-RED9z_1b0eIg7QroupbqPxZvi45R/s200/lottery.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600117786157903058" border="0" /></a><br />When I came off the field the last thing on my mind was to immediately take on another intense and challenging time in my life. Little did I know that the most challenging part of AIM was about to begin. In the years following AIM I grew more than I did while I was actually in AIM. The interesting thing is, those years where the most adversity filled in my life so far.<br /><br />I don’t know about you but sometimes I dream of easier times. That’s why the lottery is so popular. People love to dream of easier times. But imagine what life would be like with out any problems or challenges.<br /><br />For most of us, being thrown in jail for our faith or having to fight a giant to the death<br />would qualify as bad luck. But for most people in the Bible, without those extreme<br />adverse situations they would have faded from scripture. Bad circumstances have a<br />way of bringing out the best in us. Fighting giants creates strength just like roughs seas<br />create good sailors. Adversity is often a blessing in disguise.<br /><br />Astronauts who spend any length of time in zero gravity experience serious medical<br />complications. Without any resistance they can barely walk after reentering the earth’s<br />atmosphere. Sound familiar? We may dream of an easy life but what we need is a healthy dose of adversity. We need some giants to fight.<br /><br />I’m convinced that the people that God used most are the people who experienced the<br />most adversity. Adversity can produce an increased capacity to serve God. Think of<br />all the people that you’ve seen who have become successful in the area of their greatest<br />weakness. Beethoven was deaf, but he became one of the greatest composers who ever<br />lived. Or, Jim Abbott, former major league pitcher for the Yankees who was born<br />without a right hand but managed to pitch a no hitter.<br /><br />What giants have you faced? What is your greatest weakness? God wants to redeem<br />the greatest adversity you’ve experienced. He wants to recycle the adversity that you’ve<br />experienced and turn it into ministry.<br /><br />After AIM, for some reason I thought that because of things like my failings, my<br />inadequacies, my personal problems, and reverse culture shock all somehow meant that<br />I should spend less time in ministry. We all know many people who have gone through<br />terrible times in their life, like the death of a child, or a debilitating addiction and turned<br />it into ministry to others. God is in the business of recycling your pain and turning it into<br />someone else’s gain.<br /><br />What we need to understand is; if you don’t turn your adversity into a ministry, then your<br />pain remains your pain. But if you allow God to translate your adversity into a ministry,<br />then your pain becomes someone else’s gain. The more problems you have the more potential you have to help people.<br /><br />One of the most paralyzing mistakes we make is thinking that our problems somehow<br />disqualify us from being used by God. But it’s actually the opposite. Your ability to help<br />others heal is limited to where you’ve been wounded. God comforts us in all our troubles<br />so that we can comfort others.<br /><br />No one rolls out the red carpet and invites adversity or tragedy into their life, but our<br />greatest gifts and passions are often the byproduct of our worst tragedies and failures.<br />Trials have a way of helping us rediscover our unique purpose in life.<br /><br />- Jeremy “Tigger” Vass<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0LHErGs0-sD_xv9XjMSwKNETCUNr7TusKxi5w0_82NMSY986sKcFt8pN80RqYM5OZKxNSnLqmcjxUuIQCS4zzVo-S8P_L3GKfheWmrbOazxYq_gqhYYTxePblkWSJQAuXkjaToN-gDldC/s1600/jeremy+tigger+vass.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0LHErGs0-sD_xv9XjMSwKNETCUNr7TusKxi5w0_82NMSY986sKcFt8pN80RqYM5OZKxNSnLqmcjxUuIQCS4zzVo-S8P_L3GKfheWmrbOazxYq_gqhYYTxePblkWSJQAuXkjaToN-gDldC/s200/jeremy+tigger+vass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600117789962124018" border="0" /></a>Aim Alumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12368566020385845514noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216686237327482924.post-10700093482721074402011-04-19T23:41:00.000-07:002011-04-20T14:11:50.725-07:00Psalm 126<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX2F7OSOd1__ieTOsyY42i8bw3CA2exe9Y7mO3jsAePU-L7WJiUqCg9Wul9_jVFeULGg25ZemDWoFc8C3d4_Pyk8q5kXJ64omKBxEQmeAlIws8WNNIXPvXLss3oAPYUsQ1Mm1uZyvYMJ3l/s1600/MustardSeed.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX2F7OSOd1__ieTOsyY42i8bw3CA2exe9Y7mO3jsAePU-L7WJiUqCg9Wul9_jVFeULGg25ZemDWoFc8C3d4_Pyk8q5kXJ64omKBxEQmeAlIws8WNNIXPvXLss3oAPYUsQ1Mm1uZyvYMJ3l/s200/MustardSeed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597554330529281346" border="0" /></a><br />Leland Grammer, AIM '04, San Diego, is a poet, and when I was telling him about the blog, he said he could pass me something. And here it is. Thank you, Leland, for shaking things up a little, and I hope we can have more things like this in the future.<br /><br />***<br /><br />Psalm 126<br /><br />WHEN THE LORD BROUGHT BACK THE CAPTIVE ONES TO ZION, WE WERE LIKE THOSE WHO DREAM<br /><br />Unable to sleep, wild-eyed with visions of earth-turning possibilities. We saw the Messiah speaking marvelous things from the mountainside, of a kingdom enchanting us to love our enemy and beat our swords into plowshares to feed the hungry at our tables. Next, we saw our very hands hoisting a cross up, our deliverer fastened by nails, and I couldn’t understand. Then he rose to life. Surely, now we know, there is something worth dying for and nothing worth killing for. Sights so strange and illuminating, they drifted on the edge of absurdity. Silence only made us giddy.<br /><br />THEN OUR MOUTH WAS FILLED WITH LAUGHTER AND OUR TONGUE WITH JOYFUL SHOUTING.<br /><br />All along the road home from exile and in our great city’s streets, people would stand and stare, as if we were walking through the red sea again. From every crowd someone would raise their voice<br />exclaiming,<br /><br />THE LORD HAS DONE GREAT THINGS FOR THEM.<br /><br />It became so common, we would simply shout back,<br /><br />THE LORD HAS DONE GREAT THINGS FOR US, WE ARE GLAD.<br /><br />At which point we would turn to each other and smile knowingly.<br />Time slowly lurched forward. The elation slipped from my brow and nightfall found me with handfuls of salty tears, as I thought about my nation, my city, my own village. So filled with ego, inflated with an unquenchable rumbling for more and eyes forever flitting toward shame. My Creator, my God of cosmic impossibilities, You have been reduced to a trinket in our surplus gift shop. One phrase loops inside me.<br /><br />RESTORE OUR CAPTIVITY, O LORD. RESTORE OUR CAPTIVITY. RESTORE OUR CAPTIVITY, LIKE STREAM BEDS.<br /><br />Turn the ever-changing wilderness of our moody heart into inhabitable dwelling places.<br />This is the legacy of my Ancestors. This is the story my father spoke of to me. And as I look out my window, momentarily lost in the blue white canopy, I recall all that the Lord has done for me and where he has brought me from. When I look out over this time called America, not much has changed behind the wizard’s curtain of the twenty-first century, with it’s cars and technological advancements. I see the pride, the wanting of it all, the scandal of my father’s ancient city. Aggressive and judgmental I want to say ‘Wake me when I’m free, I cannot bear captivity.’ Then a tear catches my eye as I hear my mother say, as if the very words were ringing in my ears,<br /><br />THOSE WHO SOW IN TEARS WILL REAP WITH JOYFUL SHOUTING.<br /><br />And she would hand me a bag of seed and add, ‘Today…small things with great love.’<br />My days in the field and the sweat spent toiling with rows and rows of dirt are now concrete and people with their own plot. So I tell the children on my block,<br /><br />HE WHO COMES AND GOES WEEPING, CARRYING HIS BAG OF SEED WILL COME AGAIN WITH A SHOUT OF JOY, BRINGING HIS BUNDLES WITH HIM.<br /><br />Now every morning before I go out I cram every pocket and stuff my mouth with mustard seeds. Another world is possible. It whispers to us. Love is more powerful than hatred. Violence can be mirrored without imitation. There is enough for everyone’s need but not everyone’s greed. The struggle is a gentle revolution that dances on the laughter of children. Delicate dreamers, of such pure nonsense, that the good news of one man could actually erase the entire shoreline of humanity’s bad news.Aim Alumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12368566020385845514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216686237327482924.post-85888550723628195122011-04-08T12:34:00.000-07:002011-04-08T12:43:55.248-07:00Terrible<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpCKUmGVxEUgLPHTOlqXpnb5n632W5t8z4O-4r1oI8d348FjKn8HJvpDXvALEDpGkEMaw97ntoFqj5mDMhs2XcwSTqGhAA609GpH4Iw6gxoGoKFc_GBLUTW41bn7-xAHXtJpsJtwyY4HR2/s1600/facebook_logo.png"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpCKUmGVxEUgLPHTOlqXpnb5n632W5t8z4O-4r1oI8d348FjKn8HJvpDXvALEDpGkEMaw97ntoFqj5mDMhs2XcwSTqGhAA609GpH4Iw6gxoGoKFc_GBLUTW41bn7-xAHXtJpsJtwyY4HR2/s200/facebook_logo.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593300431544644082" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I got a Facebook message the other day that simply said, “Wow. I had no idea the things you had done in your life were so terrible.” I sat staring at the message wondering to myself, “What exactly are they talking about, and who have they been talking to?” There was a website that followed the message, and of course, I clicked on it.<br /><br />My computer slowly loaded the page and to my horror this is what I saw:<br /><br /><br />TOTALTRANSGRESSIONTAX.com<br /><br />Paige Foreman 1972 – present<br />Member since 1989 … last payment June 1989<br />Current amount owed: $945,678,945,985.89<br /><br />I sat staring at the screen for what seemed like hours. I barely remembered opening this account. How could I have forgotten about it?<br /><br />My mind began to wander back to 1989. I was in high school and had begun doing some very stupid things. I was having fun and figured when the fun ran out I would move on. But around June of that year, I realized I was stuck. I had already gotten into some pretty serious trouble and lost several friends.<br /><br />I was talking to someone about moving on and trying to get my life back on track. He suggested this website: totaltransgressiontax.com . This was a website that allowed you to submit your sins before a panel. They assessed the price and you began making payments. As long as you were actively making payments then the interest was low and you were assured complete privacy. However, if you stopped making payments, the amount would begin to go up by the second and your past was fair game. Anyone could enter the site and take a peek around… anyone.<br /><br />I had actually gotten baptized right after joining the site and making my first payment. I had accepted God’s forgiveness and realized I didn’t need to make those payments. Jesus paid it all in full, and God had forgotten my transgressions. He was not keeping score.<br /><br />Unfortunately, the website was.<br /><br />***<br /><br />So, the above is a dream I had last night. I woke up feeling horrible. I felt a level of fear, guilt, and shame that I have not felt in years. Thankfully, as I woke up I came back to reality. Not only is there not a website… there’s not a price that I must pay. That price is not going up by the second and every internet user doesn’t have access to my shame. Nope.<br /><br />Reality is… Jesus paid it once for all and then it was forgotten. I am free. I have hope!!! That hope is secure!!!<br /><br />“Blessed are those whose transgressions are forgiven, whose sins are covered.<br />Blessed is the one whose sin the Lord will never count against them.” Rom. 4:7,8<br /><br />-Paige Foreman<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA86C9YxlMUek-nxDLVPxB3L4zKjcKtB7C9Q_8QWG0zhliSN7Zhj27x8gT92hNJ0LWF50HytblbyorHNPZIBVyJddCyWH7XG5UvLdOdvf95EEkJchw5NAtXj-jPnV5k6bvsjDeQisp6OU8/s1600/paige.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA86C9YxlMUek-nxDLVPxB3L4zKjcKtB7C9Q_8QWG0zhliSN7Zhj27x8gT92hNJ0LWF50HytblbyorHNPZIBVyJddCyWH7XG5UvLdOdvf95EEkJchw5NAtXj-jPnV5k6bvsjDeQisp6OU8/s200/paige.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593300428570173826" border="0" /></a>Aim Alumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12368566020385845514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216686237327482924.post-38273909402234158692011-03-31T13:54:00.000-07:002011-03-31T14:00:36.841-07:00If you live by the cheeseburger...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimeK-zIsgq_rHgIqYOnUBnUB8LhKnN6cPxD0oQDip9GMb18FFDLOfUBp1AO1gqNcqRe2ILvPkEINqX7Vfb16j1rrQSPwmyi0X2m3x8w8md-uYAIVd7wvyd01LJXEUQ77UferpdlXpyfTGP/s1600/cheeseburger.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 187px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimeK-zIsgq_rHgIqYOnUBnUB8LhKnN6cPxD0oQDip9GMb18FFDLOfUBp1AO1gqNcqRe2ILvPkEINqX7Vfb16j1rrQSPwmyi0X2m3x8w8md-uYAIVd7wvyd01LJXEUQ77UferpdlXpyfTGP/s200/cheeseburger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590351738254923778" border="0" /></a><br />Someone smart once said, "If you live by the sword you die by the sword."<br /><br />In a sentence, this sums up life in a nutshell really. Whatever you focus on in life is what ultimately results in your demise. For some people that is "the sword." They live by violence and they die by violence.<br /><br />Others live for food (like the cheeseburger) and they die from greasy cholesterol filled hearts that can't pump enough blood through their diseased arteries (now that's descriptive). Believe me, if you live by the cheeseburger you will die by the cheeseburger.<br /><br />Most people who really despise AIM may have put way too much stock in it to begin with. Missionaries who hate foreigners probably had too high an expectation of the people. Teenagers who loathe their youth ministers may have held those same men in a position that they could never have reached.<br /><br />If you live by the sword, you die by the sword. We all have to live by something. We all have to find passion somewhere. Our jobs, our education, our experiences, our loved ones. We need something to be focused on. The catch is, whatever we focus on is what will ultimately kill us.<br /><br />If you live by AIM, you die by AIM.<br /><br />Might I suggest living for Jesus? After all, he is the only thing/one in this world who demonstrated an ability to conquer death. We all need something to be passionate about. Be passionate about Jesus. If you live by Jesus you will never die, because he is the resurrection and the life.<br /><br />-Chris Johnson<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnlwGDfWZNPPUT4fO578Bu33p-M8rNzhm4dikqG3t6VP6rDZCjjhvzCREh5Zt_uqH4PgeX1HOcAi4aLYfAIMHYQ3nkg1EeRBAaV1DeoJIhU7hlrxYHTvML56Dgw5ENXO19-2Ny2DjPMs3o/s1600/chris+johnson.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnlwGDfWZNPPUT4fO578Bu33p-M8rNzhm4dikqG3t6VP6rDZCjjhvzCREh5Zt_uqH4PgeX1HOcAi4aLYfAIMHYQ3nkg1EeRBAaV1DeoJIhU7hlrxYHTvML56Dgw5ENXO19-2Ny2DjPMs3o/s200/chris+johnson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590351738126973682" border="0" /></a>Aim Alumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12368566020385845514noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216686237327482924.post-69270014919013285352011-03-22T09:20:00.000-07:002011-03-22T09:25:59.505-07:00Tulsa Workshop / AIMapalooza '11Calling all A-cubed,<br /><br />I want to personally invite everyone to the Tulsa Workshop, which is coming up this week, March 23-26. Many wonderful and powerful speakers will be here, all considering the topic, “Let the Chains Fall Away”. They will focus on finding freedom from those things that hold us back from being what Christ created us to be. You can find the entire schedule at <a href="http://www.tulsaworkshop.org/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">www.tulsaworkshop.org</a>.<br /><br />As an alumnus, though, my favorite part of Workshop is what happens on Friday night beginning after the evening keynote (around 9). All AIM alumni are invited to be part of what we call, AIMapalooza. We will meet at the Memorial Drive Church of Christ building (747 S. Memorial Dr.) in the “Rainbow Room”, which is a large area downstairs. AIMapalooza is a very casual event where 40-70 of us eat and drink (whatever items that we all bring - check the event page), sing, and visit, visit, visit. We officially wrap up around 11:30, but you can stay as long as the conversation lasts. It is such an encouraging event and this year we are thrilled to share with you a few of the things we’ve been working on with the AIM Alumni Association (A-Cubed). This group is a grass roots effort to help AIM graduates come off the field with more support, information and encouragement so that their transitions can be smoother and healthier for them spiritually and emotionally. This August we plan to launch a new effort to offer some concrete help that will be a great blessing to returning AIMers. Come and find out how you can be a part of this work-in-progress!<br /><br />So, grab a snack or a drink and plan on joining us Friday, March 25 around 9pm for AIMapalooza. If you have any questions, just let AIM Alum know. We can’t wait to see you!<br /><br />PS - Bring your non-AIM spouses/family. All are invited to share in our annual reunion! You are their ticket in. :)<br /><br />-Jason ThorntonAim Alumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12368566020385845514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216686237327482924.post-85415862588482520862011-03-02T08:59:00.000-08:002011-03-28T11:17:01.773-07:00Christ's power is not dependent on my adequacy<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">“Five times I received at the hands of the Jews the forty lashes less one. Three times I was beaten with rods. Once I was stoned. Three times I was shipwrecked; a night and a day I was adrift at sea; on frequent journeys, in danger from rivers, danger from robbers, danger from my own people, danger from Gentiles, danger in the city, danger in the wilderness, danger at sea, danger from false brothers; in toil and hardship, through many a sleepless night, in hunger and thirst, often without food, in cold and exposure. And, a</span><span style="font-style: italic;">part from other things, there is the daily pressure on me of my anxiety for all the churches. Who is weak, and I am not weak? Who is made to fall, and I am not indignant? </span> <span style="font-style: italic;"> "If I must boast, I will boast of the things that show my weakness.”</span><br /></div><br />When I look at the life of Paul, it becomes evident that he has gone through some incredibly challenging ordeals during his Christian walk. Whipped. Beaten. Stoned. Shipwrecked. In near constant danger. It would seem that these things would be a hindrance on Paul. These are the very things that were meant to hold him back from living a faithful life devoted to Christ. And yet God still uses him. A key principle that comes up again and again in Paul’s writing that I need to embrace is that Christ’s power is not measured by my adequacy as a person.<br /><br />In Philippians 3, Paul brings up a list of his qualifications as a <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU_P2Zc5oGK7au96CSkLU_qcZatgf-SXKivnq7-riHepGdj2wXcuK7jwc8cSJYa_ZWeClJtC7PCv0pZd3cIyYPtXd7nFBUsHtMQIL1BjbuvikfvSVgnIKGNkMI2e-e7FOW8vnNQLSknoyk/s1600/birthday+party.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 135px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU_P2Zc5oGK7au96CSkLU_qcZatgf-SXKivnq7-riHepGdj2wXcuK7jwc8cSJYa_ZWeClJtC7PCv0pZd3cIyYPtXd7nFBUsHtMQIL1BjbuvikfvSVgnIKGNkMI2e-e7FOW8vnNQLSknoyk/s200/birthday+party.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579530160187804834" border="0" /></a>righteous person. I can’t help but see myself bringing up all sorts of things that I would put confidence in. My background, both national and familial. How I carry out my righteous duties. How much I give to be a good old Christian. And yet, Paul totally flips the situation on its head by saying that all of those things that made him so good are worthless compared to knowing Christ. Now, my brain knows the truth in this, but my pride kind of gets in the way here. You see, it is oftentimes like a little kid at a birthday party that is not theirs. A kid who is so desperate for attention that they totally lose focus of what this is all about. My pride screams out “Hey! Hey! Look at me! Look at all these things I can do! Look at how great I am! LOOK AT ME.” The point of it is, all of the things that I would have confidence in are counted as sewage in comparison with having a relationship with Christ. And so all of my abilities and qualifications have become impotent in contrast with what it means to know Christ. And yet Christ is still using me. What it comes down to is not that my talents are of no use, but it is all about what they are trying to accomplish. I must use my gifts not for selfish ambition, but rather to honor and glorify Christ in my life. But if that is how I am to look at my strengths, how in the world am I to look at my shortcomings?<br /><br />Take a look at II Corinthians 12. Paul is going through his discourse on his thorn in the flesh. He goes on to say how this is a daily battle for him. How he is struggling with this hardship every single day. How he has pleaded with God to take this burden away from him. And yet what is God’s response?<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">“My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness. Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me. For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities. For when I am weak, then I am strong.”</span><br /></div><br />Again, what would be a hindrance becomes the very thing that spurs Paul on. When I am weak, then I am strong. God uses the things that Satan throws in order to hold back and uses them to display his power. So it doesn’t really matter about how great I am at something or how weak I am as a person; Christ’s power is at work regardless.<br /><br />What does this say about me? That I am unimportant? That I have nothing to offer? By no means! God takes the talents I have and uses them for his glory, instead of my own. And my weaknesses? God is at work there as well equally if not more so. For the astounding thing about God’s power is that he not only amplifies what is good about me, he also transforms that which would render me incapable and makes me able. Despite my flaws and shortcomings, Christ’s power is still ever present in my life to carry out the ministry of grace that he established on the cross.<br /><br />-John McCoy<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-zgLlpPCzd8BwIaeTZczWqYAOacGLFsNqNA1e1sODxma_iHLAYE52reyF2eMPzzuc00VHAc-O-L7zcHvotubCjwQppHH35PrJU93lQuu75wOf7IBrO1NDiu1Mq05pbskrFYklfG1CKN_Z/s1600/john+mccoy.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-zgLlpPCzd8BwIaeTZczWqYAOacGLFsNqNA1e1sODxma_iHLAYE52reyF2eMPzzuc00VHAc-O-L7zcHvotubCjwQppHH35PrJU93lQuu75wOf7IBrO1NDiu1Mq05pbskrFYklfG1CKN_Z/s200/john+mccoy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579529544633166866" border="0" /></a>Aim Alumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12368566020385845514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216686237327482924.post-80306147667928518002011-02-22T22:34:00.000-08:002011-02-23T10:20:22.397-08:00AIM Unplugged<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBSvKpRlxjcrMXRMdRvky11edcia1jrddBpuea8GkjIJJagb_QUS7YT744nyXuo4UkIOjbyje7AjXSrnOzTy38sK7f2xjwK-JrU4SIwC8ToDvh8ss8ZTnP3AV5OlXzwuQWeT1Gray7_wCH/s1600/aim+unplugged.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBSvKpRlxjcrMXRMdRvky11edcia1jrddBpuea8GkjIJJagb_QUS7YT744nyXuo4UkIOjbyje7AjXSrnOzTy38sK7f2xjwK-JrU4SIwC8ToDvh8ss8ZTnP3AV5OlXzwuQWeT1Gray7_wCH/s200/aim+unplugged.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576770854133643970" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Do any of you know an AIM student who came off the field and experienced some of the worst moments of their lives? How about this: have you ever heard an AIMer tell of their field experience and while they told you it occurred to you that they felt like a failure and had no idea how to get beyond it?<br /><br />As I have often said before, I love AIM. I and many of my family have been transformed by the power of Christ in the context of the AIM program. I would love for my kids to be AIMers. But when I think of my kids returning from the field and not having adequate support to make that transition, it is heart-breaking and, I believe, avoidable. The question with any problem, though, is who will step up and do something about it?<br /><br />What if we had a time to draw together an open discussion on how to help AIMers when they return from the field? What if we had a mutually understood plan of action that we could all participate in that would be a significant blessing to any returning AIM student that wanted help? What if you could be a part of it and it didn’t matter if you lived in Oregon or Ohio or Ontario or Oceola (I assume that is a city somewhere – I needed it to complete my O quad-fecta)?<br /><br />Chris Johnson(AIM 95) and I have been joined by some amazing alumni who are of the same mind. Most obvious to us is that we don’t have all the solutions, but what God has given us we want to offer, and we believe you have something to offer as well.<br /><br />Following in the footsteps of our other musically-named events, this coming Monday and Tuesday night AIM Alum is launching its first “AIM Unplugged”. AIM Unplugged is not about a bunch of flash or show, but rather an invitation to all alumni in a particular area to sit down and have an open and honest discussion about what we’ve experienced and how we can come together to bring our God-given gifts, passions and abilities to make a difference in the lives of the next generation of AIMers.<br /><br />This coming Monday and Tuesday we are going to be in Lubbock, Texas . (You might have heard of that place?) ON MONDAY(6PM) WE WANT TO MEET WITH THE PRESENT AIM STAFF AND ASSISTANTS BECAUSE WE WANT TO HEAR FROM THOSE WHO ARE CLOSEST TO THE PRESENT GROUP OF STUDENTS AND LEARN FROM THEIR VANTAGE POINT. THEN ON TUESDAY(6PM) WE WANT TO MEET WITH ALL OTHER AIM ALUMNI TO GAIN FROM THEIR PERSPECTIVE. We are still watching for what God will do with this, but we are seeking His guidance with you because we believe this is an extremely worthy cause. We don’t know where else God will lead us to have similar events, but we are confident that if it is His idea, He will make it happen.<br /><br />IF YOU ARE AN ALUMNUS IN THE LUBBOCK AREA, please make plans to join us next Tuesday night at the Sunset church building in the Hospitality Room (Blue Room). In AIM tradition bring your brown bag and we will eat together and share what we have been thinking and allow God to join it with what you have been thinking and we will see what God does with it. Cannot wait to see you there!<br /><br />- Jason Thornton (AIM 92)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcYkmTnHuyoCv9e3Ac4MiJuFK5T9ZdziKNFYJAEAzQBdguie7czQ7ycmTU3GgwR0kchJhCjrPB9-H0PnkgRTbQ0Id1iy2a7LIOpNCncMByjEn3p2uPHCdwB85osDza-9mpNiXaQJTYTqOn/s1600/jason.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 115px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcYkmTnHuyoCv9e3Ac4MiJuFK5T9ZdziKNFYJAEAzQBdguie7czQ7ycmTU3GgwR0kchJhCjrPB9-H0PnkgRTbQ0Id1iy2a7LIOpNCncMByjEn3p2uPHCdwB85osDza-9mpNiXaQJTYTqOn/s200/jason.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576770062755141298" border="0" /></a>Aim Alumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12368566020385845514noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216686237327482924.post-59907995501738022882011-02-16T09:57:00.001-08:002011-02-16T20:34:32.782-08:00Request from Kris SmithI have a special request for you and need as much help as I can get. <br /><br />Back in the Fall, Ed Wharton came to talk to Pat and I and let us know that this would be his last AIM class to teach. He said that he is having to wind things down because of just having less energy than when he was younger. For me, this is the end of an era as far as AIM goes. Ed has been one of those teachers for AIM since almost the beginning in the early 70’s (over 35 yrs). Hundreds and hundreds of past AIM students have been blessed by his classes and have probably used what they learned in his class for years afterward.<br /><br />With that in mind we want to do something special to honor Ed at this upcoming AIM graduation in March (during Camp Adventure). We want to put together a book filled with quotes from previous AIMers with comments about what he and his classes have meant to them.<br /><br />I would also like to fill it with pictures of Ed through the years with AIMers so if you have ANY pictures of you with Ed or Ed with your class, etc. please send them to the AIM office email at: aim@sibi.cc and try to make them as high resolution as you can.<br /><br />Because I will have to get this book made and printed, we will need these things as soon as possible, hopefully within the next week so please, please look and see if you have pictures as well as send in a few comments that we can fill this book with for Ed to have in his home and be encouraged by the results of all of those years of teaching AIM students!!<br /><br />The next challenge is to keep this quiet so Ed doesn’t know and is surprised at Graduation when we present this to him so please don’t put anything on facebook, etc. about it.<br /><br />So, if your life has been blessed by Ed and his classes, please send us your encouragement for him to include in this book.<br /><br />-Kris SmithAim Alumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12368566020385845514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216686237327482924.post-30411222034958646772011-02-09T09:33:00.000-08:002011-02-09T09:55:55.379-08:00The Audacity of Hope-lessness<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE4ZSc_I5gKVu1cn9zkPz198EAUyaBM7RHaf5oTjApKGtwS28eXc0lhOcaUEhf1B_WxMQyQo2OR1BHC7LTcty_LJLMj8I_7-Es79iRxxAd4kCZ3ExPpAb1ANVphhn593ufN4e7oViccUpv/s1600/birds+eye.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE4ZSc_I5gKVu1cn9zkPz198EAUyaBM7RHaf5oTjApKGtwS28eXc0lhOcaUEhf1B_WxMQyQo2OR1BHC7LTcty_LJLMj8I_7-Es79iRxxAd4kCZ3ExPpAb1ANVphhn593ufN4e7oViccUpv/s200/birds+eye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571749364123523874" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Audacity— n 1. recklessly bold or daring; fearless 2. impudent or presumptuous<br /><br />I like the word audacity. It’s one of those brutal words. When applied to other people’s behavior, just saying it makes you feel a little outraged. Try it sometime. After you hear something that someone has done that you wouldn’t have done, add “The audacity”. It is linguistic outrage; pure complainers bliss.<br /><br />Anyway, I have recently encountered a lot of people that will make statements like, “this church will never get it” or “my life is going nowhere”. Maybe you’ve heard yourself say this one: “things will never be as good as they were in Mexico or Ecuador or Scotland or…”. I think we all have had these types of thoughts. It occurred to me recently that when I say this I mean it to be a declaration of my helplessness to do anything about it, but that is really not what I’m saying. What I’m really saying is this, “In my superior wisdom, that comes from all my combined experiences and perceptions, and with my ability to know all things about the future, I declare that ___________________ will never improve. Therefore I am hopeless about it and will stop trying, praying or believing.” When you really think about it, that is truly audacious. It is the audacity of hopelessness.<br /><br />The thing I believe we often miss when reading the stories of our spiritual ancestors, like Moses or Deborah, is that they were constantly led into situations that seemed hopeless. We, of course, often have God’s bird’s eye view so we don’t perceive it in this way, but from their vantage point it was hopeless. The problem with hopelessness is that once you declare something you stop hoping. I know that is obvious, but hope is the God-given promise that whatever it is that you are focusing on will improve. By declaring hopelessness you dis-invite God from using you to affect that situation. God will still do what He wants, but you cut yourself out of the loop and therefore miss out on the blessing. This is not to say that you have to stay in every bad situation. God sometimes uses bad situations to move us in new directions, but we still need to have hope towards that situation.<br /><br />Our goal, despite any frustrations we have or circumstances we may find ourselves in, is to anchor ourselves in God’s hope. My prayer for all of us is this: “May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in Him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.” Romans 15:13<br /><br />- Jason Thornton<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA3uU9V09gXt4LuCP14qJhYdoHHI6TSwHogy0wPfkZLh9fB8jVVVgQPv8GoiPGN84ZYU3Urz55M56WYBwCaxYkceDIMfgVPwiMzLYsYmZDn7i6UwUohltUFwHJhR4Rs-AJehxdt88N4KJJ/s1600/jason.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 193px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA3uU9V09gXt4LuCP14qJhYdoHHI6TSwHogy0wPfkZLh9fB8jVVVgQPv8GoiPGN84ZYU3Urz55M56WYBwCaxYkceDIMfgVPwiMzLYsYmZDn7i6UwUohltUFwHJhR4Rs-AJehxdt88N4KJJ/s200/jason.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571749368574377986" border="0" /></a>Aim Alumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12368566020385845514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216686237327482924.post-13519576433279612202011-02-02T12:25:00.000-08:002011-02-02T12:34:35.037-08:00By His Wounds We Are HealedI think that we <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5sCscAJ9VCVj3Vgw98BSf6jKzamT-8seGMiobbZuhbmkL3OYeh8WYTskTra8D4Jhyphenhyphen-jnd_dk6VR2odOpo9a3n3F18zhTTQgYEdRzG1F0kK2l467VvunS2puoo8-nd7AgCFaxLj44FTXKs/s1600/healed.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5sCscAJ9VCVj3Vgw98BSf6jKzamT-8seGMiobbZuhbmkL3OYeh8WYTskTra8D4Jhyphenhyphen-jnd_dk6VR2odOpo9a3n3F18zhTTQgYEdRzG1F0kK2l467VvunS2puoo8-nd7AgCFaxLj44FTXKs/s200/healed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569192490430553426" border="0" /></a>all carry with us certain wounds that just don't seem to heal. Some wounds are created quickly by people we love, who hurt us in a momentary lapse of judgment. Other wounds are the result of great time and effort, as pain gradually and deeply scars us to our very core. Some wounds we move past and forget. Other wounds we never really get over. However, there is one thing that all wounds have in common. All wounds result in some level of pain.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />What if there was someone to heal our wounds? Someone to re-lance them and force them to heal properly. Someone able to remove the infection, restore good feeling, and bring back life again. What would you call such a physician? "Great."<br /><br />Today we come to him, asking for healing. Today we cast him our burdens and cares. We show him our wounds and we remember. By his wounds, we are healed.<br /><br />- Chris Johnson<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfywwTIGMioapj5qJwwU45QhItwgCsSE_X4rrAJBz4fStgvYTZ3F_rUElJ1OPyvMqjI0CzXCxMlO9HW8ER3wHGVdaWU6CCshis8-d6XXpnka9OPecseJl8CSWYmm2FXRRZT8OI7eHuZcIr/s1600/chris+johnson.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfywwTIGMioapj5qJwwU45QhItwgCsSE_X4rrAJBz4fStgvYTZ3F_rUElJ1OPyvMqjI0CzXCxMlO9HW8ER3wHGVdaWU6CCshis8-d6XXpnka9OPecseJl8CSWYmm2FXRRZT8OI7eHuZcIr/s200/chris+johnson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569192496764357970" border="0" /></a>Aim Alumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12368566020385845514noreply@blogger.com0