<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990</id><updated>2012-02-09T08:23:31.665-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Serv Da Lerd</title><subtitle type='html'>Thoughts, ADD moments, and complete randomness from the one and only</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-4332740211304933346</id><published>2011-05-10T21:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T21:52:16.029-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Jacob's Well"</title><content type='html'>I guess I'm just gonna blog about once a year, May 10th apparently just happens to be that day! We're starting a new ministry within our youth ministry called "Jacob's Well" Coffee House.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what is Jacob's Well all about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;I love the story from Scripture of Jesus’ encounter with the woman at the well. After the Samaritan woman arrived to draw water, Jesus (a Jew) asked her for a drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:22.5pt"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family: Arial"&gt;“The woman was surprised, for Jews refuse to have anything to do with Samaritans. She said to Jesus, ‘You are a Jew, and I am a Samaritan woman. Why are you asking me for a drink?’&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jesus replied, ‘If you only knew the gift God has for you and who I am, you would ask me and I would give you living water.’&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;‘But sir, you don’t have a rope or a bucket,’ she said, ‘and this is a very deep well. Where would you get this living water? And besides, are you greater than our ancestor Jacob who gave us this well? How can you offer better water than he and his sons and his cattle enjoyed?’ Jesus replied, ‘People soon become thirsty again after drinking this water. But the water I give them takes away thirst altogether. It becomes a perpetual spring within them, giving them eternal life.’ ‘Please, sir,’ the woman said, ‘give me some of that water! Then I’ll never be thirsty again, and I won’t have to come here to haul water.’” &lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;(John 4:9-15 NLT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; font-family:Arial"&gt;The Samaritan woman goes to the well looking to quench her thirst but runs into Jesus and ends up having her entire life changed, leaving the well with living water!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; font-family:Arial"&gt;“Jacob’s Well” offers a cozy place for junior high and high school students to gather weekly.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Open mic music, tables with board/card games, pool, ping-pong, and couches to sit around and drink coffee or smoothies characterize the coffee house mood.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s a place to leave your worries at the door and enjoy stress-free hours with friends. Our hope for “Jacob’s Well” is that students will come to quench their physical or social thirst and have an encounter with Jesus Christ that will allow them to leave with living water!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; font-family:Arial"&gt;But wait… there’s more!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Our hope is that “Jacob’s Well” will expand our church’s ability to minister to others in our community. We hope to be able to establish a collegiate ministry using “Jacob’s Well,” open it up to young adults, allow AA and NA meetings to be held at “Jacob’s Well” as well. The possibilities are endless! Amidst our ridiculously crazy pace of life, we hope the coffee house will offer unexpected hope and peace to all who enter.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-4332740211304933346?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/4332740211304933346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=4332740211304933346&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/4332740211304933346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/4332740211304933346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2011/05/jacobs-well.html' title='&quot;Jacob&apos;s Well&quot;'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-9083171551470839703</id><published>2010-05-10T16:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T17:02:30.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Distractions...</title><content type='html'>So, let's see if I can remember how to do this after like a 4 month hiatus...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been extremely busy with "work" which is actually the reason I've been inspired to blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, I was teaching my youth on developing a care for the poor and oppressed, THEN actually doing something about it and I challenged them that many of them may be called to actually go into missions or ministry, and it may be in areas that don't want to be. We then talked about the rich young ruler as an example...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luke 18:18-23: &lt;i&gt;"A ruler asked Him, 'Good Teacher, what must I do to inherit eternal life?' &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;'Why do you call me good?'&lt;/span&gt; Jesus asked him. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;'No one is good but One -- God. You know the commandments: Do not commit adultery; do not murder; do not steal; do not bear false witness; honor your father and mother.'&lt;/span&gt; 'I have kept all these from my youth,' he said. When Jesus heard this, He told him, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;You still lack one thing: sell all that you have and distribute it to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven. Then come, follow Me.'&lt;/span&gt; After he heard this, he became extremely sad, because he was very rich."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each of us is called to full-time ministry. We may not get paid for it and we may not travel overseas for it, but we are all called to give up EVERYTHING, all that we have, especially that which is most important to us (for the rich young ruler, it was his possessions, others may be a relationship, hobby, well-paying job, or pride) and follow Jesus. I challenged my students with this question: "What keeps you from following God." What holds you back? What are you so holding on to? What is distracting you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning as I was laying in bed, I was thinking about that question in my own life. And felt this burden of what has been keeping me from following God. Why I haven't felt as close to my Lord and Savior over the past few months like I was feeling a year ago. You may or may not be thinking: "you work at a church, how could you not be following God?" (I know that was the thought that kept running through my head). But, as weird as this may sound, I honestly feel like that has also been my problem. I "work" at a church and me following Christ has become more of a job than a relationship. I'm so busy and caught up in working for God that it has become a barrier in my personal walk with Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, these last few months have gotten ridiculously crazy for me. I currently lead worship in our contemporary service, I preach about every other week in the contemporary service, plan all the contemporary services, run anything and everything technological at the church, do a lot of other things at the church, and occasionally squeeze youth ministry (which is my actual job that I used to spend 50+ hours a week on) into my weekly schedule. I feel like I have so much to do that I'm using all my energy to stay afloat, to keep my head above water, that I'm not moving forward in any way in anything. And time seems to be FLYING by. I was telling a friend the other day that a month ago only feels like a week ago to me anymore. I realize that I haven't talked to friends in probably months, but it only feels like a week or two. Hadn't seen family in probably a month when it only felt like a week. My time is all messed up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You remember the sisters in the bible, Mary and Martha, the friends of Jesus. One night they invited Jesus over for dinner, and Martha was running around in a frenzy trying to make sure everything was perfect because the Son of God was in her house, but Mary just sat at Jesus' feet conversing with God's Son. And Martha was pretty ticket about the whole thing. She was mad at Mary and I think she was really mad at Jesus because Jesus wasn't setting it straight. He wasn't looking out to meet her needs there, and so she comes to Jesus and look what she says in Luke 10, &lt;i&gt;"Martha was distracted by her many tasks: So she came to Him and asked, 'Lord, do you not care that my sister has left me to do all the work by myself? Tell her to help me.' But the Lord answered her, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;'Martha, Martha, you are worried and distracted by many things: but there is need of only one thing and Mary has chosen the better part...'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes we make it too complicated. We get so busy building into the lives of everyone else that we forget about ourself. We need to meet &lt;b&gt;our&lt;/b&gt; needs. We need to spend time with God. We need to spend time with others in fellowship and growing together in the Lord. I know I need an intervention, I need to find others that I can spend time in fellowship with (my age). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So....What keeps you from following God?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-9083171551470839703?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/9083171551470839703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=9083171551470839703&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/9083171551470839703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/9083171551470839703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2010/05/distractions.html' title='Distractions...'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-4908460353324366955</id><published>2010-01-22T12:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T12:22:49.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To Save A Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(71, 53, 30); white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tosavealifemovie.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tosavealifemovie.com/_images/TSAL_350x125banner2.gif" alt="banner" width="350" height="125" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;color:#47351E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;color:#47351E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Do me a favor. Go see the movie "To Save a Life" this weekend. Encourage people you know to see it. Take people with you to see it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-4908460353324366955?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/4908460353324366955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=4908460353324366955&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/4908460353324366955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/4908460353324366955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-save-life.html' title='To Save A Life'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-3285065336533978345</id><published>2010-01-14T16:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T16:30:54.637-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Top 15 Biblical Ways to Acquire a Wife</title><content type='html'>So, the children's director that I work with gave me this list this afternoon. I found it pretty funny, especially considering the hard time that his daughter gives me about being single and having no life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Top 15 Biblical Ways to Acquire a Wife:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Find an attractive prisoner of war, bring her home, shave her head, trim her nails, and give her new clothes. Then she's yours. (Deuteronomy 21:11-13)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Find a prostitute and marry her. (Hosea 1:1-3)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Find a man with seven daughters, and impress him by watering his flock. (Moses-Exodus 2:16-21)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Purchase a piece of property, and get a woman as part of the deal. (Boaz-Ruth 4:5-10)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Go to a party and hide. When the women come out to dance, grab one and carry her off  to be your wife. (Benjaminites-Judges 21:19-25)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Have God create a wife for you while you sleep. Note: this will cost you. (Adam-Genesis 2:19-24)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Agree to work seven years in exchange for a woman's hand in marriage. Get tricked into marrying the wrong woman. Then work another seven years for the woman you wanted to marry in the first place. That's right, fourteen years of toil for a wife. (Jacob-Genesis 29:15-30)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Cut 200 foreskins off of your future father-in-law's enemies and get his daughter for a wife. (David-1 Samuel 18:27)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Even if no one is out there, just wander around a bit and you'll definitely find someone. (It's all relative, of course.) (Cain?-Genesis 4:16-17)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Become the emperor of a huge nation and hold a beauty contest. (Xerxes or Ahasuerus-Esther 2:3-4)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. When you see someone you like, go home and tell your parents, "I have seen a ... woman; now get her for me." If your parents question your decision, simply say, "Get her for me. She's the one for me." (Samson-Judges 14:1-3)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Kill any husband and take HIS wife (prepare to lose four sons, though). (David-2 Samuel 11)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Wait for your brother to die. Take his widow. (It's not just a good idea; it's the law.) (Onana and Boaz-Deuteronomy or Leviticus, example in Ruth)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Don't be so picky. Make up for quality with quantity. (Solomon-1 Kings 11:1-3)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. A wife? ....NOT? (Paul-1 Corinthians 7:32-35)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personally.... #10 sounds like a pretty good deal to me. It reminds me of "The Bachelor."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-3285065336533978345?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/3285065336533978345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=3285065336533978345&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/3285065336533978345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/3285065336533978345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2010/01/top-15-biblical-ways-to-acquire-wife.html' title='The Top 15 Biblical Ways to Acquire a Wife'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-5585519286190504712</id><published>2010-01-05T12:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T12:59:19.331-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, it snowed a great deal here in Harrison, AR starting Saturday night. It was beautiful and a great way of finishing up students' Christmas break...by giving them a couple more days off! I got to spend yesterday afternoon with a bunch of students playing in the snow and had a blast. Sledding, failed attempts at starting snowball fights (the snow just wouldn't pack), and I even finally got an opportunity to get my 4-wheeler out and have some fun pulling people on sleds. To finish off the day, we built a ramp (which was very difficult b/c of the poor packing quality of the snow) and Kaleb went off it behind the 4 wheeler. The video is below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-89f73328b072b37f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D89f73328b072b37f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331238715%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3659FC0D3DF98E7C6A8A4A51996A171C7D1D928.653C99373E6DF928BBD5FE2D38AFE0E971EBE11B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D89f73328b072b37f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DerLDaoZulKJwXsKewuHCsKMriMw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D89f73328b072b37f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331238715%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3659FC0D3DF98E7C6A8A4A51996A171C7D1D928.653C99373E6DF928BBD5FE2D38AFE0E971EBE11B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D89f73328b072b37f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DerLDaoZulKJwXsKewuHCsKMriMw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the opportunities to hang out with students outside of church and build relationships and share Christ's love with them that keeps me in youth ministry, its the only reason I put up with the church politics and meetings that are always trying to consume my time and attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the icing on the cake... getting a text last night from a student last night. After texting me saying that the day was fun and us having some laughs about the day, she says this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Student: "Can I be serious with ya for a sec..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Definitely"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Student: "I am really glad a youth director like you came along..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the moments that help me brush off all the frustrations that I face in both student and church ministry as a whole and re-energize me to keep serving Christ to the best of my knowledge and ability. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-5585519286190504712?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/5585519286190504712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=5585519286190504712&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/5585519286190504712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/5585519286190504712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2010/01/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day!!'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-3793769144609895803</id><published>2009-12-16T10:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T10:39:52.448-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"To Save A Life"</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="343" height="375"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.tosavealifemovie.com/_widget/widget.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.tosavealifemovie.com/_widget/widget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="343" height="375"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everybody needs to spread the word about this movie and watch it in theaters. This movie will change lives!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-3793769144609895803?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/3793769144609895803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=3793769144609895803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/3793769144609895803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/3793769144609895803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-save-life.html' title='&quot;To Save A Life&quot;'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-8003283231130891009</id><published>2009-11-13T11:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T11:21:53.709-06:00</updated><title type='text'>21 months...</title><content type='html'>Well, I try to avoid noticing when "the 13th" rolls around. And I'm usually pretty successful, but not today. I woke up at 4 AM this morning (definitely not planned) and couldn't fall asleep as I laid there listening to K-Love (on my iPhone, because it's the only way to get K-Love in Harrison) for at least 2 hours, I heard somebody mention that it was Friday the 13th and it hit me. Then on comes one of Steven Curtis Chapman's new songs that he wrote after he lost his daughter. 21 months ago, my older sister left this earth. As good as she was at getting on my nerves, I absolutely loved her. As kids, we apparently spoke a language that only we understood. Growing up, we played together: her barbies and my ninja turtles. We would later go to movies together, church together and usually hung out with the same friend group from church/school. In college, we lived together for two years and were teased that neither of us would ever marry and just live together for the rest of our lives (and here I am...still single). I would gladly accept "the call of Paul" to have her back. I think today has hit me hardest since the first one, or God has thrown the most "reminders" my direction; I'm not sure which one it's been. I turn 25 a week from today. Kiley never got the opportunity to be 25. I have lived to be older than she did, but she still saw the age "24" but never experienced "25." Here I am, only a week away, and 21 months after she died and I don't even know what to say, other than I hurt.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another one of God's reminders today, was a email devotional that I get everyday, only this one addressed this particular day. I'd thought I'd share it with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;"For you, O God, tested us; you refined us like silver. You brought us into prison and laid burdens on our backs. You let men ride over our heads; we went through fire and water, but you brought us to a place of abundance." (Psalm 66:10-12)&lt;p&gt;How do you deal with the undeniable reality of painful moments in your past when you are praising God? What's the best approach? Should you pretend like those moments never happened? Is it impolite to bring them up in the middle of praising God for His goodness to you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right in the middle of this great psalm of praise to God, David reaches back to a painful time in Israel's history -- and says that God did it to them on purpose. He makes a choice to believe that God was responsible both for bringing them into that terrible season and bringing them out of it again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Would a good God really "test" His people and use hard times to "refine us like silver"? Yes, He does -- and the fact that He does is evidence that He is good and loving and powerful. David saw that God cared about His people too much not to use terrible circumstances to draw them into the place they would find the most meaningful and satisfying life -- in closer relationship with Him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can we praise the God who takes us into and out of life's most difficult times?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Think: &lt;/strong&gt;Have you noticed that God has used some of the harder times of your life to draw you closer to Him? Do you believe the best life is lived in leaning more closely on God?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pray: &lt;/strong&gt;Ask God to help you to praise Him for being your good God even during the most difficult times of your life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do: &lt;/strong&gt;Read Job's shocking statement about this idea in Job 13:15, then listen in Hebrews 12:7-11 says about hard times and our Father's loving discipline.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-8003283231130891009?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/8003283231130891009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=8003283231130891009&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/8003283231130891009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/8003283231130891009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2009/11/21-months.html' title='21 months...'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-7858981535545948966</id><published>2009-11-07T10:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T10:40:58.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer</title><content type='html'>Watching my best buddy nephew play some soccer in Conway. He just scored...again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/kirbymartens/ServDaLerd?authkey=Gv1sRgCPuO9bfg8_rbugE#5401402645645168802'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SvWjFp6JEKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/hirWU9BSW5Q/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='280' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-7858981535545948966?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/7858981535545948966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=7858981535545948966&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/7858981535545948966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/7858981535545948966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2009/11/soccer.html' title='Soccer'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SvWjFp6JEKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/hirWU9BSW5Q/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-2558815486008175638</id><published>2009-11-05T15:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T15:50:05.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quarter-life crisis?</title><content type='html'>So, as I approach my 25th birthday in two weeks, I think I may be going through a quarter life crisis...or else I'm only going to live to 50 and am having my mid-life crisis. I've just recently had these desires to do ridiculous things like get a motorcycle and cruise across the country.... Weird, I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-2558815486008175638?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/2558815486008175638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=2558815486008175638&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/2558815486008175638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/2558815486008175638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2009/11/quarter-life-crisis.html' title='Quarter-life crisis?'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-5254248164507494484</id><published>2009-10-27T15:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T15:37:05.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Junior</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt;I want to share with you a letter that I received from Junior, a child that I am sponsoring through Compassion International. Junior is 7 years old and is from Honduras. Compassion is an organization set-up for individuals to “sponsor” children living in poverty in other countries. The sponsorship enables these children to receive food, medication, an education, and an opportunity to learn about the love of Christ.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:22.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;“Dear Sponsor Kirby Martens, I greet you with affection hoping that you are in good health along with the ones around you. Thank you for sponsoring me and I thank God for this means of communication with you. I want to tell you that I’m doing well in school, I can read and write and my classmates are very nice to me. I like going to school. I want to tell you that I have a parrot and she calls me Junior every morning when she is hungry. I also had cute puppies from my dog Blaki but they all died, she had 13 puppies, but they all died during the earthquake here in Honduras. I want to tell you that I had so much fun playing on Easter week, it was so much fun for me. I also had vacation in June and the sister took us to the field and we practiced volleyball, soccer and basketball and I had so much fun. I would like to know if you have children so they can be my friends like you. I received your letter and I was very happy to learn a little more about you. I want to ask you to pray for my family and my country. I say goodbye with many kisses and hugs and I hope we keep in touch.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt;I share this letter with the hopes that we will all become more aware of the need to share the love of Christ with the world. I fear that sometimes, as a church, we get so inward focused that we don’t pay any attention to what is going on outside of our church walls. Christ commands us to “go and make disciples of all the nations” (Matthew 28:19). Are we truly doing that? Making disciples of all nations starts in our own community and spreads to every country of the world. Are we focusing our attention and efforts on spreading the Gospel to every corner of the earth? Are we even going out into our community to spread Christ’s love? Or are we so focused on our church building, our worship service, and our Sunday school class that we have completely neglected Christ’s words. The Great Commission doesn’t state to sit in our church building and wait for non-Christians to come to us so we can make them into disciples. It says to GO! &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-5254248164507494484?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/5254248164507494484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=5254248164507494484&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/5254248164507494484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/5254248164507494484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2009/10/junior.html' title='Junior'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-4299787085585154050</id><published>2009-09-30T10:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T11:01:50.345-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Arkansas Children's Hospital Needs YOUR Help!</title><content type='html'>You may have seen on the news that Children's Miracle Network is teaming up with Microsoft to award an XBox game room. We all need to vote for Arkansas Children's Hospital. You can go to &lt;a href="http://xbox.childrensmiraclenetwork.org/"&gt;http://xbox.childrensmiraclenetwork.org/&lt;/a&gt; each day from now until October 16th to vote for Arkansas Children's Hospital. You can vote up to 10 times per day (simply hit the "vote now" button 10 times in a row). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please pass this information on to everybody you know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I first heard about this and voted, ACH was in 3rd place. They are currently in 1st! Let's keep them there! Wouldn't it be great if Arkansas finally won something other than track? Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-4299787085585154050?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/4299787085585154050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=4299787085585154050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/4299787085585154050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/4299787085585154050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2009/09/arkansas-childrens-hospital-needs-your.html' title='Arkansas Children&apos;s Hospital Needs YOUR Help!'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-8892137066384356218</id><published>2009-09-28T12:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T12:04:28.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CWE is the place to be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt;A group of our students just got back from an amazing weekend at Camp War Eagle for Fall Focus 2009. We joined with 190 other students and adults from about 10 different area churches for an amazing retreat. While there, students were able to participate in fun activities like “The Blob,” water slides, and Mission Impossible; Conquer fears and self-doubt on the high-ropes course; practice team-building exercises at the initiative games; and really grow in their relationship with Christ during worship and small group times. The Ryan Fitz Band led worship and Brandon Barnard, of Fellowship Bible – Little Rock, delivered God’s powerful Word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt;The theme for the weekend was “Up There, Down Here.” The theme stems from the “Model Prayer” or the “Lord’s Prayer” found in Matthew 6:10. “Your kingdom come, Your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.” The entire weekend was centered on how, as God’s children, we are called to bring God’s Kingdom here on earth through our lifestyles in areas such as servanthood, lordship, prayer, and missions. It was an incredible weekend and I believe that our students have been challenged and developed a desire to do their part in bringing God’s Kingdom into the world that we live in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-8892137066384356218?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/8892137066384356218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=8892137066384356218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/8892137066384356218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/8892137066384356218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2009/09/cwe-is-place-to-be.html' title='CWE is the place to be...'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-6152192676974094308</id><published>2009-09-11T10:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T10:40:54.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>B90X</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'm sure you've all heard of P90X, the insane workout program that gets you buff in like 90 days (if it doesn't kill you first). Well, the pastor of Elevation Church in North Carolina created the B90X program, which he describ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;es as: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;a revolutionary system of intense, truth-absorbing, brain-busting Bible reading that will transform your understanding of Scripture from intro to nitro in just 90 days! Your personal trainer, Ruach “The Breath” Yahweh, will drag you through the most intense infusion of His vision that you have ever experienced and you won’t believe the results!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px;font-size:medium;"&gt;I've done the "bible in a year" schedule, but have decided to take on the B90X challenge and I want to challenge you to do it to! If people are willing to take the P90X challenge so they can have great abs, shouldn't we be willing to push ourselves for God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/Sqpu-BpwB2I/AAAAAAAAAGw/PD9N5BBNOrE/s400/B90X.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380234716721973090" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;If you can't get the picture to work for you, you can go to: &lt;a href="http://studentministry.org/ym-resources/B90X.pdf"&gt;http://studentministry.org/ym-resources/B90X.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-6152192676974094308?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/6152192676974094308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=6152192676974094308&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/6152192676974094308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/6152192676974094308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2009/09/b90x.html' title='B90X'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/Sqpu-BpwB2I/AAAAAAAAAGw/PD9N5BBNOrE/s72-c/B90X.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-1995794500977401021</id><published>2009-08-25T16:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T16:42:44.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is worship?</title><content type='html'>This is what I wrote for my page in the church newsletter...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If you have had an opportunity to attend the 8:50 service on Sunday mornings then you may have noticed that things have looked a little bit differently the past month or so. We have aimed to redirect the focus back toward the cross. Our hope and desire is for our members and visitors to experience a more life-changing worship experience so that they can take that experience and completely change their lifestyles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I think about worship, I don’t think about songs that we may sing, or dancing, or really anything having to do with music. I think of worship as a lifestyle both in and outside of church. The Apostle Paul helps Christians gain a better understanding of true worship in his letter to the Romans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt;“Therefore, I urge you, brothers, in view of God’s mercy, to offer your bodies as living sacrifices, holy and pleasing to God – this is your spiritual act of worship. Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is – His good, pleasing and perfect will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;- Romans 12:1,2 (NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I really like how Eugene Peterson states that first verse in &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;The Message&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;“So here’s what I want you to do, God helping you: Take your everyday, ordinary life – your sleeping, eating, going-to-work, and walking-around life – and place it before God as an offering”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Paul sums worship up pretty easily. It’s a lot more than what we do each Sunday morning. It’s how we live our lives everyday. It’s sacrificing your life each and everyday to God. When I think about sacrifices in the Old Testament, they are always called to be perfect. When an animal was to be sacrificed, it was to be always be the very best animal that the person doing the sacrificing had available. This mentality should mold our daily lifestyle sacrifices to God, causing us to say: “God, let everything I do today be for Your glory” and allowing that mentality to be the determining factor of what we do, causing us to give and do our very best for God at all times.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-1995794500977401021?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/1995794500977401021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=1995794500977401021&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/1995794500977401021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/1995794500977401021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-is-worship.html' title='What is worship?'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-6262475832287555417</id><published>2009-08-04T16:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T17:37:54.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You ready for this?</title><content type='html'>So, I've been meaning to write this blog for over a week now, I'm just such an excellent procrastinator that I would've hated to do it when I had originally planned. This is one of those deep thought provoking theological posts that probably won't get any comments, but should get you thinking outside the box. Are you ready? This may even blow your mind! (Or you may have already come up with this "what if" epiphany and just failed to inform me about it. If that's the case, shame on you for not sharing your own epiphany).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I've been going through the book "Wild at Heart" with one of my recently graduated seniors and in one of the chapters, Eldredge quotes some of Revelation 12. I have read this passage before but never had this epiphany before. Just shows the value of reading Scripture daily no matter how many times you've read it before b/c God is always prepared to teach us something new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Revelation 12:1-5 gives the introduction and description of an enormous red dragon with seven heads, ten horns, and seven crowns on his heads that is wanting to destroy the male child that is about to be born to a woman and will "rule all the nations with an iron scepter." The child is born and snatched up to God and His throne while the woman fled into a desert place prepared for her by God. Then beginning in Revelation 12:7...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"And there was war in heaven. Michael and his angels fought against the dragon, and the dragon and his angels fought back. But he was not strong enough, and they lost their place in heaven. The great dragon was hurled down - &lt;b&gt;that ancient serpent called the devil, or Satan&lt;/b&gt;, who leads the world astray. He was hurled to the earth, and his angels with him."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, here and in Isaiah is where (to the best of my knowledge) the Christian faith has developed the story of Satan causing a big ruckus and being thrown out of heaven with all his "angels." And we expect that this happens at some point either before or during creation, before Adam &amp;amp; Eve first sin....because Satan is obviously on the earth to tempt Eve. There is a lot of theological discussion to be had simply in those previous two sentences that I am not going to cover. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to really focus on the Garden of Eden, Adam, Eve, and the first temptation. So, we know that Satan tempts Eve with the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge of good and evil. What was the fruit? I think we have no comparison, because it was obviously the only tree of its kind so I would imagine its fruit was one-of-a-kind as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Growing up, I've always been taught and seen pictures of the "Fall of Man" with Adam, Eve, a tree, and a snake. But Scripture never calls the crafty tempter a snake, only "the serpent." Our idea today of a serpent is a snake, but what about thousands of years ago? What if the serpent is this enormous red dragon? Remember Revelation 12:9 says: "The great dragon was hurled down - that ancient serpent called the devil, or Satan, who leads the whole world astray." If I'm Eve, and see this amazing dragon, I'm gonna be both scared and in awe at such a creature that can talk! I know it would be way easier for a dragon to tempt me to eat fruit from a tree than it would be for a snake. Just like it would be easier for a lion to tempt me to eat than it would for a house cat. Something about the awesomeness of the creature. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And think about the curse that God puts on the serpent in Genesis 3:14. "So the Lord God said to the serpent, 'Because you have done this, Cursed are you above all the livestock and all the wild animals! You will crawl on your belly and you will eat dust all the days of your life.'" For starters, the curse kinda drops the serpent on the "wild animal power rankings" below like everything! Which also means that he was probably ahead of at least most things before the curse. Snake? Not so much. A dragon? I'd say so! Then there's the other part of the curse. The serpent is forced to crawl on its belly and eat dust for the rest of its life. This obviously means that it wasn't crawling on its belly before! Let's say a dragon has wings and legs. If you take those away, what is its only mode of transportation? Crawling on its belly. In fact, if you think about a dragon and take away its legs and wings, what does it look like? It looks like a huge snake in my mind! (I just think about the movie Anaconda or something). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all that I could think of while writing this post, I'm sure theres more stuff in my head that won't make its way to the surface right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the serpent in the Garden of Eden. Was it a snake like we've been taught since we were little kids or was it a powerful dragon? Think about it and let me know what you come up with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-6262475832287555417?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/6262475832287555417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=6262475832287555417&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/6262475832287555417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/6262475832287555417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-ready-for-this.html' title='You ready for this?'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-8687228883261226284</id><published>2009-07-30T09:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T09:59:59.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ankle Update</title><content type='html'>Well, I went to the orthopedist yesterday and got some great news. There aren't any torn ligaments in my ankle. It was just a high ankle sprain (which is a lot worse than a normal ankle sprain) and a bone contusion (which means when I did it two bones hit together and bruised each other). The only real dilemma that I may face is if the bone contusion actually caused one of the bones to chip off in which case I'll probably have to have arthroscopic surgery to take the bone chip out. But, the doctor doubts that will be the case. So, the doctor told me to start walking on it and lose the crutches as soon as it feels strong enough b/c no further damage would occur. Needless to say, I woke up this morning and decided that I was ready to lose the crutches. So I wrapped an ACE bandage, strapped on a "floppy" ankle brace, strapped on my stirrup ankle splint/brace, and somehow put on a tennis shoe. Let's just say, I now know how Kiley felt playing basketball. But I've been walking all morning...very cautiously and with a bit of a limp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-8687228883261226284?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/8687228883261226284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=8687228883261226284&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/8687228883261226284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/8687228883261226284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2009/07/ankle-update.html' title='Ankle Update'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-4112035017846008352</id><published>2009-07-27T16:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T16:07:50.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Body, Many Parts</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:TrebuchetMS"&gt;In the twelfth chapter of 1 Corinthians, Paul writes to the church in Corinth about the “Body of Christ” and how the church is one body made up of many parts. Many of us have read or heard Paul’s message that God has arranged the parts in the body, every one of them, just as he wanted them to be. Paul is teaching the church in Corinth that it is good for the members of the church to have different gifts and abilities and that no gift is greater than any other. This is definitely a great message, but there is another lesson in this chapter that often gets overlooked. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:TrebuchetMS"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;In verses 25 and 26, Paul writes: “so that there should be no division in the body, but that its parts should have equal concern for each other. If one part suffers, every part suffers with it; if one part is honored, every part rejoices with it.” I recently hurt my ankle playing softball and the doctors think that I have a torn ligament. So for the past week and a half, I have been hobbling around on crutches trying to keep up with teenagers and make it up the stairs at my apartment. But my injury has helped me develop a greater appreciation for the idea that Paul presents in verses 25 and 26. Because of the injury to my ankle, my entire body has suffered. My whole left leg has been exhausted from holding the entire weight of my body and my arms, hands, and wrists have been sore from doing half of my walking that they are definitely not used to. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:TrebuchetMS"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I’ve realized this past week just how important it is, not only for every “body part” to play it’s role, but for the other parts of the body to be ready and willing to step up and carry the weight and tasks of the body when an individual part has been injured. The same is true in our church today. Not only is it important for every individual to understand and DO his/her role in the church. It is also important for us (the people a.k.a. body parts) to be there for each other when someone else has been “injured.” It may be an actual physical injury, an emotional injury, or a spiritual injury; but I promise you that there are those in our church that are hurting and needing comfort. You may be the one that is hurt but trying to act like your not. I hope you wouldn’t ignore a broken foot and continue to walk on it. You need to recognize the problem and allow an opportunity for it to heal. If you are hurting, don’t be too prideful to admit it and ask for help. The rest of your “church body” would love to be there for you. Remember: “If one part suffers, every part suffers with it, if one part is honored, every part rejoices with it.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-4112035017846008352?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/4112035017846008352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=4112035017846008352&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/4112035017846008352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/4112035017846008352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-body-many-parts.html' title='One Body, Many Parts'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-4720811550478377228</id><published>2009-07-21T10:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T10:51:03.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Injury!</title><content type='html'>Well, I've dislocated my shoulder so many times that it was starting to get boring so I've decided to venture out and discover new ways to injure myself. So, last Friday night, I found a new way; although it really feels like I just decided to pick up where Kiley left off. While pitching with the bases loaded the ball was slowly grounded back about half way between me and home. I picked it up and decided to just step on home when I realized that the person running home was much faster than I had originally realized, so I went a little faster and as I was about to tag him, he slid. I tagged him out but to keep from stepping on him, I guess I planted my toe into the ground while the rest of my momentum carried forward. Needless to say, I (and my catcher) heard my ankle pop about 3 times. Knowing that I had slightly sprained my ankle, I waited for the ump to call the runner out (I was prepared to argue if he'd had been called safe). He called him out, I made my way to the dugout when all the sudden the adrenaline wore off and my ankle just started killing me. I couldn't put any pressure on it and when I looked down it was already swollen out of my shoe. I quickly realized that I wasn't gonna be able to "walk it off" like I had originally planned and made my way off the field to lay down, elevate and ice it. Eventually, as the pain got so bad that I was turning pale and shaking, we decided to go to a doctor. Nothing broken, but severely sprained with a possible torn ligament or two (which would be much worse than a break). I haven't been able to walk on it after 4 days and crutches while living on the second floor of an apartment has gotten real annoying. I've decided that dislocating a shoulder is much better than hurting anything that effects walking. Here are some pictures showing how swollen it all is from shin to toes.&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SmXiIBN551I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/NQwQRII-Ev0/s320/IMG_0113.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360939558848030546" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SmXiI0z4w5I/AAAAAAAAAGo/8tFTh2eGeTU/s1600-h/IMG_0115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SmXiI0z4w5I/AAAAAAAAAGo/8tFTh2eGeTU/s320/IMG_0115.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360939572697547666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SmXiIgZZomI/AAAAAAAAAGg/X5dnifNUv54/s1600-h/IMG_0112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SmXiIgZZomI/AAAAAAAAAGg/X5dnifNUv54/s320/IMG_0112.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360939567217746530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SmXiIUYde1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/BjwXGavGH4M/s1600-h/IMG_0114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SmXiIUYde1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/BjwXGavGH4M/s320/IMG_0114.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360939563992578898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-4720811550478377228?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/4720811550478377228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=4720811550478377228&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/4720811550478377228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/4720811550478377228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-injury.html' title='A New Injury!'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SmXiIBN551I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/NQwQRII-Ev0/s72-c/IMG_0113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-2792201045171488256</id><published>2009-06-20T15:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T15:32:13.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Prettier Than You"</title><content type='html'>Here is a music video that my youth group made. The song is called "Prettier Than You." The lyrics were written by one of my recent graduates, Zac and I tweaked the words and added music to make an actual song. It is meant as a funny song so don't take offense to the words, they are only to make you laugh. And if your thinking, how could a youth pastor promote a song like this...get over it, I am promoting humor and creativity.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oC7PF8fJnJA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oC7PF8fJnJA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-2792201045171488256?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/2792201045171488256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=2792201045171488256&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/2792201045171488256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/2792201045171488256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2009/06/prettier-than-you.html' title='&quot;Prettier Than You&quot;'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-2519710123747462576</id><published>2009-05-28T16:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T16:28:29.822-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seminary...more school...???</title><content type='html'>So, I've been thinking the last couple days about taking some seminary classes while working here in Harrison (either online or one day a week in like Tulsa) and was wondering what people thought. I would probably go with a Masters of Divinity which I believe takes 3 years. Take a gander at the poll to the right and let me know what you think. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-2519710123747462576?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/2519710123747462576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=2519710123747462576&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/2519710123747462576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/2519710123747462576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2009/05/seminarymore-school.html' title='Seminary...more school...???'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-8277905901729486121</id><published>2009-05-20T11:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T11:40:43.297-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a FOOL for Christ</title><content type='html'>If you haven't ever seen, heard, or read this story then watch this video. It's a great encouragement to stand up for Christ no matter how foolish people may think you are.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/piuoGb-Nhfw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/piuoGb-Nhfw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-8277905901729486121?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/8277905901729486121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=8277905901729486121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/8277905901729486121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/8277905901729486121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2009/05/being-fool-for-christ.html' title='Being a FOOL for Christ'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-8368098404390103534</id><published>2009-05-17T19:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T20:07:09.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew! What a week...</title><content type='html'>Well, I just wrapped up one of the most intense weeks I've had in quite some time. It's almost 8 PM Sunday night and starting with Monday morning, I just figured up that I worked at least 80 hours this past week. We had a lock-in Friday night, so that obviously made for a large chunk. But I also decided that I had to finish the construction aspect of the remodel. So I was up here late every night doing construction and painting. But, I got it all done! The remodel is almost done besides putting things on walls like signs, posters, etc. I'm still trying to get some before pictures to put up, then I will either put up after pics or an after video of where we're at so far. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I'm about to go eat and relax and hopefully take this next week a little easier!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-8368098404390103534?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/8368098404390103534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=8368098404390103534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/8368098404390103534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/8368098404390103534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2009/05/whew-what-week.html' title='Whew! What a week...'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-8597077818346694606</id><published>2009-05-02T17:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T17:55:06.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Busyness of a Remodel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, like I've said before, I've been remodeling my youth area and it really has taken up most of what little bit of spare time I used to have. So I decided to share with you a little bit of what I've been working on the past week or so. I'm hoping to get some before pictures from somebody eventually but these might give you an idea of what I've been doing. Because I don't have before pictures yet, I'm not gonna actually show you any of the changes we've made in color, just physical things that we've built.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first thing is a cabinet that me and dad built (thanks again dad!). There was just this random inset opening in this wall and I was needing a place to keep and lock up sound and video equipment so I decided a cabinet in the whole would be perfect and I was able to con dad into helping me with the project. We built it at the shop in Springdale and brought it to Harrison and slid it into the hole. It was a perfect fit. Then I went on to spend numerous late nights sanding, staining, and sealing this sucker (losing a few brain cells along the way). I think it turned out great. Here are some pics (don't mind the white wall since it is simply primer or the hole underneath because its just an air return that currently has the screen off):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SfzLYoNYbdI/AAAAAAAAAGA/BkUL_uURGg8/s320/IMG_0104.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331359682870668754" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SfzLYjKCWMI/AAAAAAAAAGI/i09ncbxV5w4/s1600-h/IMG_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SfzLYjKCWMI/AAAAAAAAAGI/i09ncbxV5w4/s320/IMG_0105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331359681514461378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last Saturday, myself and Jeff Hudson, a member of the church built a wall to enclose another odd opening and turn it into a storage closet. I spent the last couple days putting up shelving and organizing some of my weird stuff. It's primary purpose is a skit closet which explains why it is full of weird clothes.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SfzLYNpoRrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J1operXwcbc/s320/IMG_0101.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331359675741390514" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SfzLYKYJ0jI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qTHWLY74wxM/s320/IMG_0102.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331359674862785074" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SfzLYaOKuxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/mx7pkRXyk74/s320/IMG_0103.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331359679115868946" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, maybe I'll do a better job of keeping you updated on how the remodel is going. We have a big outreach Lock-In on the 15th and are hoping to basically have the bulk of the remodel done. We mostly just need to paint and put up baseboards in the hall area outside the youth room, so I am completely confident that we will be ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-8597077818346694606?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/8597077818346694606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=8597077818346694606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/8597077818346694606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/8597077818346694606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2009/05/busyness-of-remodel.html' title='The Busyness of a Remodel'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SfzLYoNYbdI/AAAAAAAAAGA/BkUL_uURGg8/s72-c/IMG_0104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-6557506605021461058</id><published>2009-04-09T11:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T11:49:49.664-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Feel Good" Gospel</title><content type='html'>In an addition to what I talked about yesterday about the "feel good" Gospel... Paul actually predicts the situation of the "feel good" Gospel that I have seen a lot of in many churches today in the 4th chapter of his 2nd letter to Timothy. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"In the presence of God and of Christ Jesus, who will judge the living and the dead, and in view of his appearing and his kingdom, I give you this charge: Preach the Word; be prepared in season and out of season; correct, rebuke and encourage - with great patience and careful instruction. For the time will come when men will not put up with sound doctrine. Instead, to suit their own desires, they will gather around them a great number of teachers to say what their itching ears &lt;b&gt;want&lt;/b&gt; to hear."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't been working in church ministry for a very long time, but in the short time that I have been, I've seen one issue that really scares me. The mega churches are usually the ones that preach the feel good gospel. Even in Harrison, the bigger, popular churches are the ones that leave attendees feeling happy and glad they are a Christian rather than feeling challenged to do something to make a difference in their community and to live like Christ. I've even seen pastors that do preach the word with sound doctrine either get run out of the church or forced to develop a "happier" sermon style to avoid being run off. The church is in a mindset of satisfying their "itching ears" with what they want to hear rather than what they need to hear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-6557506605021461058?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/6557506605021461058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=6557506605021461058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/6557506605021461058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/6557506605021461058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2009/04/feel-good-gospel.html' title='&quot;Feel Good&quot; Gospel'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-6105071945575396272</id><published>2009-04-08T10:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T11:18:46.835-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gameday</title><content type='html'>Alright, I admit that I've hit bloggers' block or something. Especially when it comes to my "theological" posts. But maybe this post is a sign of a comeback tour. Or then again maybe its just a grand finale one hit wonder sign of a comeback like you see with a lot of musical artists that try to make a comeback. Guess we'll find out....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I absolutely love Paul's letters to Timothy. I don't know why for sure. Maybe it feels so much to me like they were written to me. Yea, thats probably it. Sit down sometime and read through them. Great stuff! Something I read today and started processing in my mind (then pops the idea "I should blog about it") is from 2 Timothy 3:10-17.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"But as for you, continue in what you have learned and have become convinced of, because you know those from whom you learned it, and how from infancy you have known the holy Scriptures, which are able to make you wise for salvation through faith in Christ Jesus. All Scripture is God-breathed and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting, and training in righteousness, so that the man of God may be thoroughly equipped for every good work."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As Paul is wrapping up his second letter to Timothy, he gives Timothy a direct order of how to live the Christian life. First Paul writes "continue in what you have learned and become convinced of." This places huge value on tradition. Learning from past theologians such as Martin Luther or John Wesley and the history and tradition that stems from the universal catholic church. So often I see new churches that completely neglect this order from Paul. I have always thought that it would be easier to work at a new church plant because you wouldn't have any tradition restraining you and preventing you from thinking outside the box, but many churches have gone too far. We must appreciate and learn from the roots of our Christian faith as we continue to move forward or we begin to develop  off the wall theological beliefs and practices that don't always go hand in hand with Scripture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paul then states in verse 15, "and how from infancy you have known the holy Scriptures." We are to know Scripture and stick to it. The one thing that probably bugs me the most that I see in churches and Christians is the "feel-good" gospel. I was watching Joel Osteen on tv the other night (and it took a lot of willpower for me not to change the channel every 3 minutes) and all I kept hearing was "if you stick with God, you'll get this and he'll bless you with that." He was sharing the story of Ruth (if your unfamiliar with the story, you may want to read it right quick before reading on) and saying that she got her "handfuls on purpose" for being faithful and that if we are faithful, our Boaz will come along and we will receive our "handfuls on purpose." I agree that God will bless us for our faithfulness, but where is the challenge? How many of us are suppose to be Boaz? Supposed to look out for others and be the ones giving out the handfuls on purpose? Instead, we're sitting around waiting for God to deliver ours.  In verse 16, Paul even states the purpose of Scripture. Scripture "is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting, and &lt;b&gt;training&lt;/b&gt; in righteousness." I didn't see anything in there about making us feel good...did you? I just feel that Scripture needs to be studied and taught in its entirety. Jesus used HARD WORDS. Jesus challenged and pointed out when his disciples didn't live up to the challenge. Then in verse 17 he tells why we need the training. "So that the man of God may be thoroughly &lt;b&gt;equipped&lt;/b&gt; for ever good work." The purpose of Scripture isn't to make us feel good about being a Christian until we get to heaven, its to challenge us to become more and more like Christ and to use our gifts and abilities to further His kingdom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't help but compare this passage to sports, which I tend to do a lot when I teach Scripture. I'm gonna go with football (although I could easily do basketball or many other sports). If I give a football to a group of kids that have never watched football before are they really going to know what to do with it? Are they going to play the game just like it was designed to be played? No way! Before you can start playing football, you have to have watched it and understood it to some degree (verse 14 - tradition). So my group of kids (who I'm now coaching) have seen football, now what? I'm gonna give them plays, a playbook, so they can learn the plays. If everybody is doing whatever they want then we're not gonna be on the same page and we're not gonna function properly. But when everyone knows where to be and what to do, things work a lot better (verse 15 - Scripture). Next? We have to practice...a lot. And the saying "practice makes perfect" couldn't be any farther from the truth; "perfect practice makes perfect." As we practice I have to teach them technique, how to throw, catch, block, tackle. We have to train, we need to be stronger and faster. And we need to correct mistakes (verse 16 - training). So why are we going through all these steps? Why are we learning plays and practicing? Gameday! We have to go through the steps so that we are equipped and ready to play and win. It's the same in the Christian life, we go through all these steps, understand the game, learn the playbook, and practice (teach, train, and correct) so that we are "equipped for every good work," so that we are serving God in every aspect of our being and spreading the good news of His Kingdom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Gameday. Are you prepared and trained or are you just wingin' it, treating it like just another pickup game?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-6105071945575396272?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/6105071945575396272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=6105071945575396272&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/6105071945575396272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/6105071945575396272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2009/04/gameday.html' title='Gameday'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-40459921616456150</id><published>2009-03-23T10:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T10:46:45.691-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>Well, its spring break. What does that mean for me? Unfortunately it doesn't mean a ski trip (hopefully next year) or the beach. But it does mean that I will have so many more opportunities to just spend time with students (since they aren't sitting in school). Which is the part that I love most about my job (you would think that it would be sitting in an office but its just not). Just yesterday some of us went out to the field and played some softball (really just hitting and fielding). We had a great time and I already got an early start on my farmer's tan (more like burn). There's no telling what I may do this week, hopefully the weather stays nice and provides even more opportunities to do stuff outside. I may play sports that I never grew up playing like tennis or golf or who knows what else. But, as a youth pastor, I do love spring break!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-40459921616456150?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/40459921616456150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=40459921616456150&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/40459921616456150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/40459921616456150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-4056596538944034594</id><published>2009-03-10T10:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T10:45:46.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My sister, out of desperation to get me to blog, sent me an email telling me that I need to blog. To keep her happy, I decided I would come up with something and maybe it might eliminate this "bloggers block" that I've had for a month or two now. So, I guess here are some things that have been going on in my neck of woods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are doing a minor remodel to our youth area at church. For some reason right now some of our walls are black, some are blue, some are white and I just haven't been real high on them. So, we are working on remodeling the youth area to tie into our student ministry name/logo (below) better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SbaIZIWRLWI/AAAAAAAAAFg/muoOerDEvGs/s320/Favorite_consiming+1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311582775849069922" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has kept me extremely busy after hours. We, and by we I mean Kelly one of my youth parents who is the type of person that you want on your side when your doing a project, started off by making big signs that we will hang up when we are done. Let me just say that these signs are gonna be sweet when its all said and done. We've been mudding rough areas and patching holes in walls, sanding, taping, putting up plastic, and plenty of other stuff. At some point this week, painters are coming in to texture the walls, then we will move on to painting. Build a audio/video cabinet with dad to put in and figure out some other wall/door stuff that I haven't even been able to decide on yet. I plan on putting up pics when its all said and done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've also been sick the last week or so. Don't really know what I had, never went to the doctor. Mom thought it might have been the flu, but being the stubborn Martens that I am, I wouldn't stay home and rest because it would've driven me insane, so I tried to work. I do feel much better now, not completely back to normal, but thats ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took some kids to Conway for a training for our mission trip on Saturday. We had a great time except for the two boring hours that we were actually in training. I tried calling my sister, but she wouldn't answer, guess she didn't want to talk to me. And, Cici's was closed! I was very upset. We all had our heart set on eating Cici's then we get there (starving) and its closed so we had to settle on Pizza Inn. It just wasn't the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I can't think of anything else exciting and I think I've forgotten everything I've done that was more than a week ago, so have a great day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-4056596538944034594?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/4056596538944034594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=4056596538944034594&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/4056596538944034594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/4056596538944034594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2009/03/busy.html' title='Busy?'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SbaIZIWRLWI/AAAAAAAAAFg/muoOerDEvGs/s72-c/Favorite_consiming+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-8117499087339802864</id><published>2009-02-07T22:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T22:54:43.477-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer of Surrender</title><content type='html'>I spent the last couple days in Tulsa with my youth group at Planet Wisdom. It was a great student conference with the always hilarious Skit Guys, amazing worship with the Dutton Band, and powerful messages that, at least, challenged me to evaluate certain areas of my life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not one to share what I am about to share, and as you read you'll probably understand why, but we wrote a prayer of surrender and I just thought I would share what I wrote Friday night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"God, I want to serve you completely. I want to live my life 100% for you. Help me to not be selfish, or scared, or lazy. Help me to not think I'm better than somebody else. Show me my brokenness and my need for you daily, hourly, every moment. Keep me from the thought that I don't need, that I don't need you, that I don't need others, that I don't need help, that I don't need encouragement. Don't allow me to ignore the issues that really hurt. Don't allow me to wear the mask that  so regularly use. Keep me from being arrogant and not allowing others to minister to me. I am fragile and breakable; help me live my life not afraid to show just that."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-8117499087339802864?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/8117499087339802864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=8117499087339802864&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/8117499087339802864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/8117499087339802864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2009/02/prayer-of-surrender.html' title='Prayer of Surrender'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-4179014490747126184</id><published>2009-01-27T09:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T09:51:15.754-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yikes</title><content type='html'>After 3 weeks, I figure I had better post something or the couple people that read this blog might start getting extremely upset at me. So, I read in a &lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/northamerica/usa/4222155/Student-auctions-off-virginity-for-offers-of-more-than-2.5-million.html"&gt;news article&lt;/a&gt; today (it was sent to me because I don't freely read news) about something that was extremely shocking to me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; "&gt;&lt;div class="storyHead" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;h1 style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 2.8em; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.18em; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;Student auctions off virginity for offers of more than £2.5 million&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h2 style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 1.6em; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.18em; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;A student who is auctioning her virginity to pay for a masters degree in Family and Marriage therapy has seen bidding hit £2.5million ($3.7m).&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="oneHalf gutter" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 20px; float: left; width: 460px; "&gt;&lt;div class="headerOne" style="background-image: url(http://www.telegraph.co.uk/telegraph/template/ver1-0/i/headerBlueBG.gif); background-repeat: repeat-x; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; padding-bottom: 7px; background-position: 0px 2px; "&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="story" style="margin-bottom: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); "&gt;&lt;div class="byline" style="margin-bottom: 5px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); "&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 1.3em; line-height: 1.38em; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Last Updated: 2:25PM GMT 12 Jan 2009&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="slideshow"&gt;&lt;div class="ssImg" style="display: block; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/telegraph/multimedia/archive/01237/natalie_dylan_1237014c.jpg" width="460" height="288" alt="Natalie Dylan: Virgin auction: bidding reaches £2.5m " style="display: block; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;div class="imageExtras" style="width: 460px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="caption" style="font-size: 1.1em; line-height: 1.38em; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Natalie Dylan, 22, is auctioning off her virginity to fund her master's degree&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="credit" style="font-size: 1.1em; line-height: 1.38em; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; "&gt;Photo: BARCROFT MEDIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 1.3em; line-height: 1.38em; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Natalie Dylan, 22, claims her offer of a one-night stand has persuaded 10,000 men to bid for sex with her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 1.3em; line-height: 1.38em; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Last September, when her auction came to light, she had received bids up to £162,000 ($243,000) but since then interest in her has rocketed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 1.3em; line-height: 1.38em; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;The student who has a degree in Women's Studies insisted she was not demeaning herself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 1.3em; line-height: 1.38em; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Miss Dylan, from San Diego, California, USA, said she was persuaded to offer herself to the highest bidder after her sister Avia, 23, paid for her own degree after working as a prostitute for three weeks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 1.3em; line-height: 1.38em; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;She said she had had a lot of attention from a wide range of men, including "weirdos", "those who get really graphically sexual about what they want to do to me" and "lots of polite requests from rich businessmen".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 1.3em; line-height: 1.38em; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Miss Dylan said she did not think it was particularly significant to be willing to sell your virginity and insisted that she was happy to undergo medical tests for any doubters.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 1.3em; line-height: 1.38em; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;She said: "I get some men who are obviously looking for a girlfriend but I try and make it clear that this is a one-night-only offer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 1.3em; line-height: 1.38em; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;"I know that a lot of people will condemn me for this because it's so taboo but I really don't have a problem with that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 1.3em; line-height: 1.38em; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;"My study is completely authentic in that I truly am auctioning my virginity but I am not being sold into this. I'm not being taken advantage of in any way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 1.3em; line-height: 1.38em; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;"I think me and the person I do it with will both profit greatly from the deal."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 1.3em; line-height: 1.38em; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;She added: "It's shocking that men will pay so much for someone's virginity, which isn't even prized so highly anymore."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I'm not sure which is more shocking to me. The fact that she is auctioning her virginity (seems like an overpriced form of prostitution) or the fact that somebody is willing to pay 3.7 million dollars just to take her virginity (in a culture where having your virginity is no big deal). Just thought I'd share that little story. Have a splendid icy day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-4179014490747126184?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/4179014490747126184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=4179014490747126184&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/4179014490747126184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/4179014490747126184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2009/01/yikes.html' title='Yikes'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-4252280096621706093</id><published>2009-01-07T14:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:40:34.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Modern Day Ninevah....</title><content type='html'>Well, I just finished reading Nahum today and some things really jumped out at me. Nahum is written to the people of Ninevah (you know, the people Jonah had already visited and warned) to pronounce God's judgment. As I was reading, certain verses popped out to me and really led me to insert the U.S. in the place of Ninevah because of what seems to be a weakening of our country and economy. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nahum 3:5-7 - "'I am against you,' declares the Lord Almighty. 'I will lift your skirts over your face. I will show the nations your nakedness and the kingdoms your shame. I will pelt you with filth. I will treat you with contempt and make you a spectacle. All who see you will flee from you and say, 'Nineveh is in ruins - who will mourn for her?' Where can I find anyone to comfort you?'"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nahum 3:19 - "Nothing can heal your wound; your injury is fatal. Everyone who hears the news about you claps his hands at your fall, for who has not felt your endless cruelty?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been shamed by our economic crisis among other things, yet other countries don't pity us, don't mourn for us. Most nations are happy that we have taken a hit because of how we have been the bully to so many other nations for so long. Nations are truly "clapping their hands" as we face different struggles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was just something that I was questioning in my head more than trying to interpret Scripture to today's situations. Read the entire book of Nahum (its only 3 chapters) and let me know what thoughts might be going through your mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-4252280096621706093?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/4252280096621706093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=4252280096621706093&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/4252280096621706093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/4252280096621706093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2009/01/modern-day-ninevah.html' title='Modern Day Ninevah....'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-1966414294036879288</id><published>2008-12-29T10:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T10:40:57.292-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Razorback ESPN Commercial</title><content type='html'>I saw this video on a friend's video and absolutely loved it. Especially the kid at the end. So I decided to share it with all my fellow Hog fans as a great way to put a smile on your face.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uplUSXMX98w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uplUSXMX98w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-1966414294036879288?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/1966414294036879288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=1966414294036879288&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/1966414294036879288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/1966414294036879288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2008/12/razorback-espn-commercial.html' title='Razorback ESPN Commercial'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-1330923057340124707</id><published>2008-12-23T23:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:53:28.507-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Piece...</title><content type='html'>I had a friend send me a poem as she has been thinking our family during this holiday season, the first without Kiley. I thought I'd post it here, wanting to share it with my family. The whole "holidays without Kiley" hasn't really hit me yet. I don't know if I'm just numb to it or if I'm just keeping myself so busy with the hopes that my mind won't have time to think about it. I'm sure it will hit when I am home on Thursday. But anyway, here's the poem:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I see the countless Christmas trees around the world below.&lt;br /&gt;With tiny lights, like Heaven's stars, reflecting on the snow.&lt;br /&gt;The sight is so spectacular, please wipe away that tear;&lt;br /&gt;For I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dear.&lt;br /&gt;But the sounds of music can't compare with the Christmas choir up here.&lt;br /&gt;I have no words to tell you the joy their voices bring.&lt;br /&gt;For it is beyond description to hear the angels sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how much you miss me, I see the pain inside your heart.&lt;br /&gt;But I am not so far away, we really aren't apart.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot tell you of the splendor or the peace inside this place&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine Christmas with our Savior, face to face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will ask him to light your spirit as I tell him of your love.&lt;br /&gt;So then pray for one another as you lift your eyes above.&lt;br /&gt;So be happy for me, dear ones, you know I hold you dear.&lt;br /&gt;And be glad I'm spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent you each a special gift, from my heavenly home above.&lt;br /&gt;I sent you each a memory of my undying love.&lt;br /&gt;After all, love is a gift more precious than pure gold.&lt;br /&gt;It was always most important in the stories Jesus told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please love and keep each other, as my Father said to do.&lt;br /&gt;For I can't count the blessing or love he has for each of you.&lt;br /&gt;So have a Merry Christmas and wipe away that tear.&lt;br /&gt;Remember, I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-1330923057340124707?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/1330923057340124707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=1330923057340124707&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/1330923057340124707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/1330923057340124707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2008/12/missing-piece.html' title='Missing Piece...'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-2890030939595671987</id><published>2008-12-22T13:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T13:29:24.972-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nativity Story</title><content type='html'>I watched the movie, "The Nativity Story" last night with my youth and I just want to encourage you to watch it if you haven't done so already. For one, it is a well done movie (not like cheap Bible movies with bad acting) but it does a great job of allowing you to look past the compressed story in Scripture and fill in a lot of gaps and look at reactions and emotions that were felt by the likes of Mary and Joseph and the people of Nazareth and Bethlehem. Don't get me wrong, its not perfect, there are some Biblical inaccurate stuff in the movie because it follows much of the biblically inaccurate "Christmas story," but it is very well done in my non-professional opinion.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Christmas season, sit down with your friends and family and watch "The Nativity Story," then discuss different aspects, emotions, and reactions; as well as ways that it is both biblically accurate and inaccurate. You can rent it at Blockbuster for like a buck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-2890030939595671987?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/2890030939595671987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=2890030939595671987&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/2890030939595671987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/2890030939595671987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2008/12/nativity-story.html' title='The Nativity Story'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-1669991392999907160</id><published>2008-12-16T10:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T11:05:26.323-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I to judge?</title><content type='html'>Throughout my life, I have always been taught to never judge. To leave "judging" up to God. This statement has always been accompanied with Matthew 7:5 - "You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother's eye." Thats just it though, remove the log from our eye so that we can remove the speck from somebody else. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Often times, Christians get defensive when you point out sin in their life saying "Don't judge me" and quoting Matthew 7:5, but who am I to judge? According to Paul in 1 Corinthians 5:11-13, We, Christ followers, are to judge... as long as we are first examining and eliminating sin from our own lives. "But now I am writing you that you must not associate with anyone who calls himself a brother but is sexually immoral or greedy, an idolater or a slanderer, a drunkard or a swindler. With such a man do not even eat. What business is it of mine to judge those outside the church? Are you not to judge those inside? God will judge those outside. 'Expel the wicked man from among you.'"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paul is pretty blunt in his statement. Believers are not to judge those outside the church, that is to be left to God, but "anyone who calls himself a brother" should be held accountable by his/her fellow believers. We are to "Expel the wicked man from among you" by either removing the wickedness in the man or removing the man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The church has become so stagnant because of trying to be politically correct and not judging people that it makes me sick. We allow sin among believers so much to the point that it comes across as approving of that lifestyle. It absolutely makes me sick. I believe in loving all and being open to all as a church, but when somebody calls themself a brother or sister in Christ, life-change should happen and we should be the first to encourage it. Paul says so himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was at a Christian camp this past summer and was in a small group with a couple of self-proclaimed believers that were gay/lesbian. One day in our small group, they asked the question if homosexuals could get into heaven. (I believe that homsexuality is a sin and cannot keep you out of heaven just like any other sin cannot keep you out of heaven.) But the other students responded to the degree that they felt there was nothing wrong with homosexuality. And the students that did have a problem with it didn't say anything. Now these students are, more than anything, mirroring the attitudes and responses that they have seen in adults toward similar issues. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My problem is that how can the church expect its congregation to leave sinful lifestyles if we do not act against them. If we only act like there is nothing wrong with these sinful lifestyles, almost to the point that it comes across as approval, then are we ourselves guilty of sin? I challenge each and everyone one of you to first examine your own life and remove the log from your own eye, but then to push your brothers and sisters in Christ to overcome their own sin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-1669991392999907160?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/1669991392999907160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=1669991392999907160&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/1669991392999907160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/1669991392999907160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2008/12/who-am-i-to-judge.html' title='Who am I to judge?'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-835496880482984988</id><published>2008-12-12T14:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:33:54.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Son of a Pharisee...</title><content type='html'>Ok, for starters "Son of a Pharisee" is my new cuss word. Some of you already heard me explain it, if you haven't it stems from an event at National Youth Workers Convention. If you need more explanation then let me know. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today I went to Wal-Mart. I've been needing to go for groceries for about three weeks now and just haven't made time. Being my day off and getting desperate for food, I decided to go. Big mistake! I quickly realized why I have always gone to Wal-Mart after 9 PM. Parking lot...full, store...full, my patience...quickly ran out. Old people were everywhere! And old people seem to just stand around or move extra slow so that it feels like an obstacle course trying to get where you want to be. Needless to say, I will quickly return to my late night Wal-Mart trips when aisles are clear, lines are short, and old people are fast asleep at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-835496880482984988?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/835496880482984988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=835496880482984988&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/835496880482984988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/835496880482984988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2008/12/son-of-pharisee.html' title='Son of a Pharisee...'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-5061380946073520892</id><published>2008-12-04T10:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T10:44:47.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Apostasy</title><content type='html'>I was reading this morning and came across another verse that I felt pointed toward the idea of apostasy, which is an abandoning of what one believed in, as a faith, political party, principles, etc, rather than the Calvinist (Baptist) view of "once saved always saved" or the Armenian (Methodist) view of being able to lose salvation. This post is really simply in addition to my previous post (which I wrote before ever knowing the word apostasy) which can be found &lt;a href="http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2008/08/going-deeperoh-dear.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Mark 13 Jesus is telling about the future to his disciples. About the wars and antichrist etc. In verse 13, he says this: "All men will hate you because of me, but he who stands firm to the end will be saved." If Jesus says that "he who stands firm to the end will be saved" then it sounds to me that some will not stand firm to the end. Some will abandon or give up on their faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-5061380946073520892?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/5061380946073520892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=5061380946073520892&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/5061380946073520892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/5061380946073520892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2008/12/apostasy.html' title='Apostasy'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-6805628103833137136</id><published>2008-11-25T21:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T21:28:33.032-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Home...temporarily</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been quite the week and a half. Had a worship concert for our entire church last Wednesday night in which I spoke in front of "everybody." Why is it that I get so nervous when I speak in front of adults? Needless to say, I spent a lot of time and energy getting stuff ready for the concert and my message. I got just got back to Harrison from Nashville, TN. I've been at the National Youth Worker's Convention for almost the past week. It was great, I'm sure I'll blog more about it at a later date (I'm too tired too right now), God showed me a lot and spoke to my heart on some issues that have been on my mind the past few months. Also got plenty of resources... can't beat resources! So I'm at home getting laundry done before heading to Northwest Arkansas in the morning to spend the holidays with my wonderful family and take some time to rest from a busy week. I'm really looking forward to seeing family. Being in Harrison and working so much, I feel like I don't get the opportunities to see my family as much as I used to. Oh the drag of growing up. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-6805628103833137136?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/6805628103833137136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=6805628103833137136&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/6805628103833137136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/6805628103833137136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-hometemporarily.html' title='Back Home...temporarily'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-9006605803305123959</id><published>2008-11-11T11:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T11:45:54.797-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Church and State</title><content type='html'>I didn't really know what to title this entry, but anyway. I was reading in my quiet time according to my "bible in a year" schedule and read these three different passages that all gave me comfort to the government/political/and economical state of our country. The fact that I read all three of these on the same day really jumped out at me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first was Romans 13:1-2 - "Everyone must submit himself to the governing authorities, for there is no authority except that which God has established. The authorities that exist have been established by God. Consequently, he who rebels against the authority is rebelling against what God has instituted, and those who do so will bring judgment on themselves."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I finished 1 Samuel which is this whole idea that Israel asked for a king so God gave them a king even though it wasn't in there best interest. Then after the spirit of the Lord had departed from King Saul we watch God prepare David to become the new leader. Then we see Saul take his own life at the end of 1 Samuel and David is anointed King over Judah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I then finished my quiet time with Psalm 67 - "May God be gracious to us and bless us and make his face shine upon us, that your ways may be known on earth, your salvation among all nations. May the peoples praise you, O God; may all the peoples praise you. May the nations be glad and sing for joy, for you rule the peoples justly and guide the nations of the earth. May the peoples praise you, O God; may all the peoples praise you. Then the land will yield its harvest, and God, our God, will bless us. God will bless us, and all the ends of the earth will fear him."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As Christians, we are called to submit to the governing authority of our country. And we must trust that God is the one that has placed those people into power (House, Senate, President, governor, whatever). The problem with Christians today is that we expect these governing bodies to lead a Christian nation. We expect them to be an influence and cause our nation to be a moral place. This is the same problem that we see in church goers who look toward the pastor and staff to do all the ministering and outreach. Each one of us must do our part. If we want God to bless our land, our economy, and our country; it isn't done by electing the right government officials. It is done by this repeating verse in Psalm 67 "May the people praise you, O God; may ALL the peoples praise you." Are you praising God today? Everyday? Through your words? Through your actions? And is your praise of God contagious? Are you leading others to a point of praising God? Are you sharing the Gospel with your friends, coworkers, or neighbors? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"May the peoples praise you, O God; may ALL the peoples praise you. Then the land will yield its harvest, and God, our God, will bless us. God will bless us, and all the ends of the earth will fear HIM."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-9006605803305123959?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/9006605803305123959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=9006605803305123959&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/9006605803305123959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/9006605803305123959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2008/11/church-and-state.html' title='Church and State'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-7370203293731964712</id><published>2008-11-04T19:24:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:40:49.325-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Death of a Christian nation?</title><content type='html'>To put it simply, today has been a busy and seemingly unproductive and all around strange day for a youth pastor that has a fall retreat in about 4 days. I find it ironic that I ran sound for a funeral on this particular election day that could lead to the death of the Christian nation that I grew up loving. For starters, this was the first funeral (of many more to come I'm sure being that I work in a church) that I've been to in nearly 9 months (since Kiley's). Needless to say, last night was full of emotions and concerns knowing that I was going to have to go to this funeral; but being at the funeral wasn't as rough as I was expecting it to be. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On to politics, which I'm not a particular big fan of in the first place. I did vote today, yay me after skipping my first opportunity, I must say that its quite having your voting spot right outside of your office. However, it did stick out to me that I was attending a funeral in a Christian church on election day. It is 7:55 PM and as I check the polls and see Obama leading McCain 102-34 in the electoral votes (I hate electoral votes when there is that big of a margin and yet McCain actually has more votes), I can't help but worry about the future of our country, especially as a follower of Christ. Continue to pray that God's hand will be upon this election.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mentioned strange earlier... my pastor came up to me this morning and said that he had given my youth ministry budget proposal to the chair of the finance committee and that they were both so impressed with it (I really shared my vision and reasoning behind each budget item request) that they wanted to share it with the whole church. This whole time, I'm thinking "ummm... ok; who shares a budget proposal with an entire congregation?" But I get back from lunch and go in the office workroom and there is my budget proposal along with a cover letter from the finance committee being put together as a special edition newsletter to be sent to the entire congregation. I am a bit surprised by very encouraged by the fact that my pastor and the chair of the finance committee are so excited about my vision for this ministry that they want to share it with the entire congregation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, the highlight of my day was the time that I took this afternoon to just escape from the office and go for a bike ride. It was an absolutely beautiful day and I'm glad that I was able to enjoy it while I still can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-7370203293731964712?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/7370203293731964712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=7370203293731964712&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/7370203293731964712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/7370203293731964712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2008/11/death-of-nation.html' title='Death of a Christian nation?'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-648819955686118281</id><published>2008-10-24T15:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T15:25:03.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Answering the call</title><content type='html'>Can I just say that I absolutely love Paul's introduction in Romans. It is so powerful and impacting. He pretty much sums up the Christian faith in six verses and immediately challenges his readers to respond to Christ. All these arguments between denominations over doctrine and what not are blown out of the water because THIS is the underlying principal of being a follower of Christ. THIS is all that really matters.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Romans 1:1-6 - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Paul, a servant of Christ Jesus, called to be an apostle and set apart for the gospel of God - the gospel he promised beforehand through his prophets in the Holy Scriptures regarding the Son, who as to his human nature was a descendant of David, and who through the Spirit of holiness was declared with power to be the Son of God by his resurrection from the dead: Jesus Christ our Lord. Through him and for his name's sake, we received grace and apostleship to call people from among all the Gentiles to the obedience that comes from faith. And you also are among those who are called to belong to Jesus Christ."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus was the promised Messiah that is seen throughout Old Testament prophecy. Christ was fully man, a descendant of David. Christ was fully God and empowered through the Holy Spirit. Christ died AND was resurrected. Through him, we are saved BY grace and are called to share his saving grace with others. And boy am I thankful, as a Gentile, that I am among those who are called to belong to Jesus Christ. You are too! Christ has called each of us to answer his call, both as Jews and Gentiles. Christ has called you. Have you answered his call? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-648819955686118281?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/648819955686118281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=648819955686118281&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/648819955686118281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/648819955686118281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2008/10/answering-call.html' title='Answering the call'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-4592673974466673277</id><published>2008-10-22T21:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:41:21.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm...</title><content type='html'>Ok, I really don't have anything special to say. I am still alive for anybody that may have been wondering that. Just real busy. Working on fall carnival, fall retreat, a concert at the church in less than a month, and getting things going for a mission trip to Mexico.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, to keep some of you all entertained for hours. I decided to share a little secret with you that I stumbled upon/ remembered. You see, apparently I used to have a blog (xanga) but never really thought of it as blogging, probably because all I did was complain about UCA. But I thought I would share it with you since I'm pretty sure nobody knows about it anymore. It's quite funny and please remember that I have matured a little since then and grown a lot spiritually. But, I found it quite humorous to read through, so here ya go, enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/xviper67x"&gt;http://www.xanga.com/xviper67x&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I said, the only people that knew about that were friends who had xanga (only about one of which I still talk to today). Have a great day and don't allow yourself to get to busy...like I have. But I know it will all slow down when I head to Nashville around my birthday then Thanksgiving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-4592673974466673277?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/4592673974466673277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=4592673974466673277&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/4592673974466673277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/4592673974466673277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2008/10/hmm.html' title='Hmm...'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-2805651423476530656</id><published>2008-10-15T14:32:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T15:06:58.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy? Yea, a little bit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SPZHRbM77zI/AAAAAAAAAEo/RxK6UOZ5rVc/s1600-h/PA110139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SPZHRbM77zI/AAAAAAAAAEo/RxK6UOZ5rVc/s320/PA110139.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257467979686997810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SPZHRqjsl-I/AAAAAAAAAEw/nyWXEGdyGYk/s1600-h/PA110149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SPZHRqjsl-I/AAAAAAAAAEw/nyWXEGdyGYk/s320/PA110149.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257467983808993250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SPZHSZEf7fI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TFx17QuMrI0/s1600-h/PA110150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SPZHSZEf7fI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TFx17QuMrI0/s320/PA110150.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257467996294606322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SPZHSuyR0II/AAAAAAAAAFA/hwGL7OrNOro/s1600-h/PA110151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SPZHSuyR0II/AAAAAAAAAFA/hwGL7OrNOro/s320/PA110151.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257468002123763842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SPZHS4KZdLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/QlDEgL6VNYw/s1600-h/PA110152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SPZHS4KZdLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/QlDEgL6VNYw/s320/PA110152.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257468004640847026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had the incredible opportunity to go skydiving in Siloam Springs this past weekend with some friends. Let me just say, WOW! It was an absolutely amazing experience that I would love to do over and over again. The experience started with flying up in a tiny plane (with plenty of duct tape to get your heart racing) above the clouds to a total of 9500 ft. Then, as I'm sitting right beside the door (literally my left arm is pressed against it), the door flies open and you look out with wind rushing into your face and think "what in the world am I doing up here." Then the fun part starts, maneuver into position to jump then "ready, set, jump" and your are falling through the air (I reached a top speed of 130 mph). The experience is unlike anything you would ever imagine. As your falling (still above the clouds) and looking down at the ground and across the horizon, it doesn't even feel like your falling. Heights isn't even an issue because you are so high up. Like I sometimes get nervous when I'm going up a shaky extension ladder, but everything was so far away, you don't even feel like you'd ever hit the ground. Falling was such an adrenaline rush. Way more than anything I've ever done before, which things like rock climbing, rappelling, white water rafting, skiing, and a sky swing. Then you pull the chute and feel like you stop (and no, its not painful and doesn't feel like your shooting back in the air). When falling, the wind is crazy loud but once the chute is out, it is so peaceful. No noise whatsoever except for just a touch of wind and the conversation between you and the person your with. At one point we even came to a complete stop and it was dead quiet and such an amazing experience considering the noisy world that we live in today. Then as your floating down back to earth, you look around and see the earth from a whole new perspective. We were right over 412 and looked over at Springdale and Fayetteville. Just looking down and seeing God's creation from a much broader scope. A lake here, a pasture there, JBU over there, cars running around looking like little ants. It was such a glorious experience and time over God telling me "This is what I see." We get so caught up in our minute daily lives, so focused on what is going on in our office or our living room that we don't ever step back and allow God to show us His creation from His point of view. Make an opportunity for yourself to experience God's broader creation rather than being so focused on your personal agenda for the day. Go to the top of a mountain/hill, take a hot air balloon ride, go skydiving, take a hike, whatever; just don't miss out on God's glorious creation because your so focused on man-made things like this computer your looking at right now. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And don't be overly concerned with playing it safe and keeping yourself out of harms way. God created you with a heart for adventure, I promise. Don't starve your heart of the adventure that it desires. Live a little, do something that scares you. Witness to your neighbor (just talk to your neighbor), go on a mission trip, whatever it is, don't let fear keep you from experiencing life its fullest. I've dislocated my shoulder 7 times in the past 28 months. Does common sense say to quit doing those things that would cause me to dislocate my shoulder again (like playing basketball or going skydiving)? You bet it does, but do I let fear and pain control my life to the point that I am no longer enjoying it and enjoying the pleasures that God has placed in my heart? Nope, I went skydiving just last weekend (a week and a half after dislocating my shoulder), I'm playing basketball tonight (2 weeks after dislocating my shoulder while playing basketball). Live your life, thats what God wants you to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-2805651423476530656?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/2805651423476530656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=2805651423476530656&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/2805651423476530656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/2805651423476530656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2008/10/crazy-yea-little-bit.html' title='Crazy? Yea, a little bit'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SPZHRbM77zI/AAAAAAAAAEo/RxK6UOZ5rVc/s72-c/PA110139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-2810461068364766590</id><published>2008-10-10T11:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T12:00:29.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy?</title><content type='html'>So I was reading in Acts today and came across a passage that hadn't ever really grabbed my attention before. Then I started thinking of a good friend of mine who tends to fall asleep everytime he is in church.... sometimes while he's on stage. Haha. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acts 20:7-12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  "On the first day of the week we came together to break bread. Paul spoke to the people and because he intended to leave the next day, kept on talking until midnight. There were many lamps in the upstairs room where we were meeting. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seated in a window was a young man named Eutychus, who was sinking into a deep sleep as Paul talked on and on. When he was sound asleep, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he fell to the ground from the third story and was picked up dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. Paul went down, threw himself on the young man and put his arms around him. 'Don't be alarmed,' he said. 'He's alive!' Then he went upstairs again and broke bread and ate. After talking until daylight, he left. The people took the young man home alive and were greatly comforted."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thebricktestament.com/acts_of_the_apostles/bored_to_death/ac20_06-07rm07_15.html"&gt;Paul &amp;amp; Eutychus - check this out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the next time your having trouble staying awake in church, use this for inspiration to stay awake! Eutychus was lucky enough to have Paul come down and save him even though he fell asleep during his sermon. Your pastor may not be so kind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the reason I think Paul is so eager to restore him to life (even though he fell asleep during his sermon) is because of the boy's heart. The boy wanted to be there, he was exhausted yet he still made the effort the be there to hear God's Word. (And the impact ended up being far greater than he expected when he showed up). How many times do we find ourselves feeling too tired to go to church? So we just lay in bed and skip. God understands that you've had a busy week (and your pastor may understand every once in a while too) but what greater place to find peace and rest than in the presence of God and His people hearing from His Word?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This story also hits home to me personally. I used to be one of the teens that just couldn't stay awake during church. Something about sitting there quiet and still for a very long time (and usually in a church that always felt too warm to me) that really tried to put me down for the count. Now years later (and I still find myself struggling to stay awake occasionally), I find myself in the position of youth pastor teaching students that can't stay awake either. But rather than get frustrated or upset, I am simply glad that they have the desire to be there and know that God is going to speak to them one way or another (I just hope I don't have any students dying during my lessons!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-2810461068364766590?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/2810461068364766590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=2810461068364766590&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/2810461068364766590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/2810461068364766590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2008/10/attn-church-service-sleepers.html' title='Sleepy?'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-3995787102917368685</id><published>2008-10-09T11:11:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T14:08:17.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Behold Behemoth...</title><content type='html'>Well, I was reading in Job 40 this morning and read about the behemoth and really just decided to try to figure out what exactly the behemoth might be. I remember all too often of hearing people say that dinosaurs appear in Scripture and then citing this "behemoth." So, I decided that I should figure out for sure what I think this animal is and I thought I'd share my opinion with you. Now of course if could be an animal that is now extinct that we don't know anything about, but I'm gonna stick with animals that I actually know about. First off, I'm going to rule out any dinosaurs like an apatosaurus (widely known as a brontosaurus to most people) because I tend to rule out any possibility of dinosaurs with the flood. Maybe I'm wrong on that... but maybe I'll look into it and talk about it another day. So, back to the behemoth. I really believe that God is speaking about a hippo right here, let me explain my reasoning.  Job 40, starting in verse 15.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look at the behemoth, which I made along with you and which feeds on grass like an ox. &lt;/span&gt;Clearly, this animal is an herbivore. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;16What strength he has in his loins, what power in the muscles of his belly!&lt;/span&gt; This is clearly one stout animal, and when you look at the area of the Jordan river, the biggest animals were probably the elephant, hippo, and rhino. Hippos are said to have extremely strong stomach muscles. Just look at the belly on this guy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SO5QHkxwXoI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/kQ5qGzhDbkk/s320/Hippo+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255225906249621122" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 17His tail sways like a cedar; the sinews of his thighs are close-knit.&lt;/span&gt; This is probably one of the most confusing verses... and the one that opens up the widest variety of options and puts into question many others. Some translations will say that tail could possibly mean trunk, which would make an elephant a prime candidate. But many translations say "stiffens" rather than "sways" meaning that his tail is hard like a cedar rather than long (besides I've never really seen a cedar move like an elephant's trunk before). From what I understand, a hippo's tail actually becomes stiff when it becomes frightened or when it is running. And if you look at a hippo's tail (their tails are much thicker than I thought they were; see below) and imagine it being stiff then I could see how it may seem like a cedar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SO5TPepnkrI/AAAAAAAAAEY/3fS-y0xakyA/s320/0095-0508-1100-0015_hippo_tail.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255229340578714290" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;18His bones are tubes of bronze, his limbs like rods of iron. 19He ranks first among the works of God, yet his Maker can approach him with his sword. 20The hills bring him their produce, and all the wild animals play nearby. 21Under the lotus plant he lies, hidden among the reeds in the marsh. 21The lotuses conceal him in their shadow; the poplars by the stream surround him. 23When the river rages, he is not alarmed; he is secure, though the Jordan should surge against his mouth.&lt;/span&gt; Sounds to me like this animal spends a whole lot of time "hidden" in the water. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;24Can anyone capture him by the eyes, or trap him and pierce his nose?&lt;/span&gt; This animal cannot be captured by somebody because all you see are its eyes and nose above water. This animal is too big to try to drag around by a nose ring. What animal can you think of that stays in the water but all you can see is its eyes and nose? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SO5VhhcJSLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/kNIoC_AtysI/s320/hippo-open.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255231849588410546" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-3995787102917368685?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/3995787102917368685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=3995787102917368685&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/3995787102917368685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/3995787102917368685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2008/10/behold-behemoth.html' title='Behold Behemoth...'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SO5QHkxwXoI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/kQ5qGzhDbkk/s72-c/Hippo+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-832362129597567725</id><published>2008-10-07T15:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T15:29:40.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>J'eet Yet?</title><content type='html'>I'm going through David Nasser's bible study "A Call to Die" with my students and what I read today really got me thinking, so I thought I'd share a little.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have ever been out to eat with me in public then you know that I have this odd habit/ability/whatever you want to call it to put away sweet tea like nobody's business. On a side note, I do love sweet tea! Just about a week ago, I drank like 8 glasses of sweet tea at a restaurant during lunch....8 glasses! I imagine the waitress thought there was something seriously wrong with me. Needless to say that I spent the rest of the day going to the bathroom. When I was younger, I came to the conclusion that I must have multiple stomachs (like a cow) because it didn't matter how much I ate or how full I was, I always had room for more to drink (usually sweet tea) and dessert. So back to sweet tea, pretty much the most amazing thing available to drink in the whole world. As I sit somewhere and drink sweet tea, it is so satisfying and refreshing, yet I continue to want more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matthew 5:6 says: "Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled." In his bible study, Nasser says, "It is a spiritual paradox that when we are thirsty for God and we drink, he satisfies us and yet leaves us thirsting for him even more. When we are hungry for God and eat his nourishing word, we are refreshingly satisfied and yet we are hungry for much more." I have discovered this to be so true the past couple months. As I continue to seek God and spend time in Scripture, I am filled and find satisfaction but my hunger only grows. As I spend time in Scripture and alone with God, my desire for that time continues to grow as well. I want to challenge you to find ways to satisfy that thirst and hunger that you have for God so that He will continue to grow your hunger for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-832362129597567725?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/832362129597567725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=832362129597567725&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/832362129597567725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/832362129597567725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2008/10/jeet-yet.html' title='J&apos;eet Yet?'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-3878245665611593576</id><published>2008-10-06T09:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T09:42:03.588-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PB &amp;...... S....?</title><content type='html'>So I had some peanut butter and syrup sandwiches last night after church for dinner. Why, you may ask... Why syrup? Why blog about it? You see, my mom got me hooked on peanut butter and syrup (which is way better than peanut butter and jelly) many many years ago. It got to the point that she would ask each of us on Sunday night what we wanted for dinner (the options were usually leftovers from lunch or some sort of sandwich) and I would ALWAYS answered Peanut butter and syrup.... "w/ love." You see, my mom made them so much better than anybody else because she made them with love. She would explain to me that it was easy to do and that I should just make my own; but I would argue that I NEVER made it as good as she did b/c it wasn't made with love when I made it. So last night, I got home from church and decided to have PB &amp;amp; S in memory of my old Sunday night tradition, but guess what. It just wasn't as good. My theory still holds true that mom's cooking, even if its just a sandwich, will always be better than my own because she always adds that one special ingredient.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-3878245665611593576?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/3878245665611593576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=3878245665611593576&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/3878245665611593576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/3878245665611593576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2008/10/pb-s.html' title='PB &amp;...... S....?'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-7652431513382623429</id><published>2008-10-01T19:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T21:07:23.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ADD Encouragement</title><content type='html'>So, in my continual increase with this inability to keep my attention focused on something, I have read a passage of Scripture that has really spoken to me and provided encouragement that I can still be effective even if I chase a few rabbit trails while I'm teaching.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ephesians 3:1-15 - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;For this reason I, Paul, the prisoner of Christ Jesus for the sake of you Gentiles--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;Surely you have heard about the administration of God's grace that was given to me for you, that is, the mystery made known to me by revelation; as I have already written briefly. In reading this, then, you will be able to understand my insight into the mystery of Christ, which was not made known to men in other generations as it has now been revealed by the Spirit to God's holy apostles and prophets. This mystery is that through the gospel the Gentiles are heirs together with Israel, members together of one body, and sharers together in the promise in Christ Jesus. I became a servant of this gospel by the gift of God's grace given me through the working of his power. Although I am less than the least of all God's people, this grace was to me: to preach to the Gentiles the unsearchable riches of Christ, and to make plain to everyone the administration of this mystery, which for ages past was kept hidden in God, who created all things. His intent was that now, through the church, the manifold wisdom of God should be made known to the rulers and authorities in the heavenly realms, according to his eternal purpose which he accomplished in Christ Jesus our Lord. In him and through faith in him we may approach God with freedom and confidence. I ask you, therefore, not to be discouraged because of my sufferings for you, which are your glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt;For this reason I kneel before the father, from whom his whole family in heaven and on earth derives its name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you see Paul's ADD moment? The rabbit trail? Paul opens chapter 3 to pray for the Ephesians but then "gets distracted." You don't know how many times I wander off and talk about stuff that doesn't have anything to do with my "planned" lesson. But maybe it's stuff that the Holy Spirit actually lays on my heart right then and there because it is what my students need to hear before hearing the rest of my "planned" lesson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Ephesians needed to hear Paul's "rabbit trail" right then and there to prevent alot of future confusion and discouragement. Paul calls himself "the prisoner of Christ Jesus for the sake of you Gentiles." Paul is actually in prison when he is writing this letter to the Ephesians and he basically says "I'm in jail for Jesus because of you Gentiles." If you look at Acts 22:21-22 then you actually realize that he is in prison because of the Gentiles. He is sharing with the Jews in Jerusalem about his Damascus road experience and says "Then the Lord said to me, 'Go; I will send you far away to the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gentiles&lt;/span&gt;.' The crowd listened to Paul &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UNTIL&lt;/span&gt; he said this. Then they raised their voices and shouted, 'Rid the earth of him! He's not fit to live!'" Then they through him in prison and he starts writing letters. The Jews had no problem with the Gospel, it was the fact that Paul was gonna share with Gentiles that got them all stirred up. Now back to Ephesians, Paul begins this rabbit trail to comfort the Gentile Ephesians so they aren't discouraged and feel like it's all their fault that Paul is in prison. He begins to explain to them the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mystery&lt;/span&gt;, his purpose that was given to him from God to share the Gospel to all the world. He encourages these believers to be confident and not discouraged because of his sufferings b/c it is all part of God's plan. So he breaks up his prayer mid-sentence to explain God's plan, then resumes his prayer in verse 14. (Notice verse 1 and 14 both start "For this reason I") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, just a random thing that jumped out at me while reading Scripture. And some comfort for me and maybe some others as we teach Scripture or share our faith or whatever that it is sometimes ok to have an ADD moment and chase a rabbit trail. Maybe the person your talking to really needs to hear something that has nothing to do with your "planned out" talk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-7652431513382623429?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/7652431513382623429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=7652431513382623429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/7652431513382623429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/7652431513382623429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2008/10/add-encouragement2.html' title='ADD Encouragement'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-2879259850933228644</id><published>2008-09-29T23:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T23:56:16.295-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp War Eagle</title><content type='html'>I spent the past weekend helping Eagle Heights with their fall retreat at Camp War Eagle. I spent the weekend as a small group leader, sound/video guy, setup and tear down, etc. Great weekend in ministry full of great opportunities to catch up and visit with old friends. Camp War Eagle has a few memories for me, both good and bad. I worked there 3 summers ago. Met alot of great friends, ministered to some great kids, and had some frustrations along the way. It was the cause of my 1st shoulder dislocation. Now that I've had 6, I really wish that that first one wouldn't have ever happened. God showed me a lot about ministry, mainly the importance of long-term discipleship compared to the camp "bring 'em in, ship em' out." &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year had a bit of a personal aspect that I wasn't really expecting or ready for. Last year, while interning for Eagle Heights, we had our fall retreat at War Eagle. I talked Kiley into being a small group leader for us. I think it was the first time that I had ever done ministry with Kiley. She did an incredible job and had an incredible impact on the lives of her students and I felt that we grew closer as brother and sister than we ever had before. I was looking forward to many more years of having her help in ministry whenever I needed it. So, needless to say, I missed not having her bouncing around this weekend giving me a boost from her off the wall energy. (I tend to stay up way later and wake up way earlier at these retreats and could've used somebody to add to my energy level). I love you Kiley and miss you daily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SOGwdDsO2KI/AAAAAAAAAEA/MmsyX8coOGc/s320/n561715395_349734_4150.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251672653744232610" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SOGwdW95-kI/AAAAAAAAAEI/UU5Nmdc3QEU/s320/n561715395_349736_4574.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251672658918636098" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-2879259850933228644?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/2879259850933228644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=2879259850933228644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/2879259850933228644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/2879259850933228644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2008/09/camp-war-eagle.html' title='Camp War Eagle'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SOGwdDsO2KI/AAAAAAAAAEA/MmsyX8coOGc/s72-c/n561715395_349734_4150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-1351273249896515447</id><published>2008-09-18T11:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T11:33:10.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Refocusing</title><content type='html'>God has really caused me to rethink my "ideal" youth ministry since coming to Harrison. I believe the icing on the cake came last night. So often in youth ministry (any ministry, church, or anything really) we get so focused on our programs, camps, retreats, mission trips, etc that we lose sight of our primary objective. We get so consumed with putting on a good "show" with high energy games, funny, high-quality videos, worship, and lessons that we don't leave time for what really matters. On Monday, I met with a guy in my youth group after school for a bible study. We spent like an hour and a half going through Ephesians 1 (that's only 23 verses) and just talking about life and ministry. I go to the school lunches pretty regular during the week, I'm fixing to make my 3rd trip this week, but haven't ever really thought about impact that sitting at a lunch table with a kid can really have. It's always just kinda been, show up, hang out, and leave as kind of a routine scheduled part of my day. But I realized just how valuable that time can truly be last night. Yesterday while at lunch, I sat with one of my students that was sitting alone outside. I didn't really think anything about it, but last night his mom came up and thanked me because I sat with him. I probably sat with him a total of 10 minutes, but it was the highlight of his day. Often times, we don't really just how impacting a relationship can be, whether we are in "professional ministry" or not. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My challenge for those in ministry is to not lose sight of what matters most. Don't get so busy planning and organizing that you neglect spending time with students. Christ didn't lock himself up in an office planning out his next big event, trying to figure out a video to go with his lesson, or a great game to kick things off. He walked beside his disciples, lived life with them, teaching them as they walked side-by-side while reaching out to those that were lost. He went to those in need rather than staying in one spot waiting for them to show up to his program. There was nothing organized about his ministry, just discipling those that were walking with him and teaching the gospel to those that hadn't yet chosen to follow. My youth ministry vision once involved high energy games, funny videos, incredible worship services, and powerful messages. (not that there is anything wrong with those things, as long as we don't lose focus of what does really matter) Now it has shifted to personal, meaningful relationships and challenging students with Scripture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-1351273249896515447?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/1351273249896515447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=1351273249896515447&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/1351273249896515447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/1351273249896515447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2008/09/refocusing.html' title='Refocusing'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-5286712635018971337</id><published>2008-09-17T15:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T16:12:02.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well...</title><content type='html'>...I was reading in Acts this morning and had another one of those "why in the world are we not committed enough to do that today" moments.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acts 7:54-8:1 - "When they heard this (this being Stephen's statement that they had persecuted the prophets then persecuted the Righteous One that had been predicted to come), they were furious and gnashed their teeth at him. But Stephen, full of the Holy Spirit, looked up to heaven and saw the glory of God, and Jesus standing at the right hand of God. "Look," he said, "I see heaven open and the Son of Man standing at the right hand of God." At this they covered their ears and, yelling at the top of their voices, they all rushed at him, dragged him out of the city and began to stone him. Meanwhile, the witnesses laid their clothes at the feet of a young man named Saul. While they were stoning him, Stephen prayed, "Lord Jesus, receive my spirit." Then he fell on his knees and cried out, "Lord, do not hold this sin against them." When he said this, he fell asleep. And Saul was there, giving approval to his death."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stephen was full of the Holy Spirit, we are called to continuously be filled with the Holy Spirit to the point that we are overflowing. Stephen was full of the Holy Spirit and look at what he experienced! He looked up to heaven "and saw the glory of God, and Jesus standing at the right hand of God." If that doesn't get you fired up to be continuously filled with the Holy Spirit, nothing will. So, he begins to tell these people who are ticked off at him about his Kingdom experience and they cover their ears and yell at the top of their voices.  Haha, I just get this mental image of a little kid (or probably me last week) putting their hands over their ears and screaming "la la la la la" whenever somebody is trying to tell them something they don't want to hear. Ever done that, I have. Then they drag him off and stone him to death. I don't know about you, but I have never been stoned for being a believer. I have, however, experienced numerous times when I've tried to witness and whoever I was trying to witness to simply did not want to hear what I had to say. Usually when we try to witness but people just ignore us, we get discouraged and give up. Stephen kept sharing to the point that the only way they were gonna shut him up was to stone him to death. As he is dying he says "Lord, do not hold this sin against them" and died. Sound like anybody else that died in the New Testament? (Jesus' crucifixion) And it makes perfect sense that it does. We are called to live a Christ-like life and that includes a Christ-like death. Jesus didn't quit preaching of His coming kingdom when people didn't want to hear it; Stephen, being the Christ-follower that we should all be striving to become, didn't quit preaching of Christ's Kingdom either. He lived a life of Christ and died the death of Christ. How much living and dying for Christ are we willing to do in our comfortable "Christian" society? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A key part of this passage is the last verse "And Saul was there, giving approval to his death." This is the same Saul that becomes Paul, an apostle of Jesus, in just the next chapter. You think maybe Stephen's death and willingness to die for Christ might have made a major impact on Saul? The same Saul who became Paul, the world's greatest missionary. Even if somebody may oppose you now to your face, may later turn to Christ because of the impression that you left and how you responded (either out of commitment or giving up in disappointment).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-5286712635018971337?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/5286712635018971337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=5286712635018971337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/5286712635018971337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/5286712635018971337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2008/09/well.html' title='Well...'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-5362922487991114505</id><published>2008-09-14T16:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T17:42:45.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoo!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so yea wow busy. Thats one way to put it. Since my last post, which was Wednesday morning, I have been a little occupied. We were supposed to start a bible study Wednesday night, but my books didn't come in so I spent Wednesday afternoon preparing a lesson for that night as an introduction of the theme of the bible study. (more on that another time). Then we had bible study and I ended up getting home around 8 or 9. We were supposed to start playing our "friendly after church basketball league" at 8 that night but it was decided to wait a few more weeks b/f we got that up and running. Needless to say I was extremely disappointed since I've been anxiously awaiting the start of that for the past like month. Just have to wait a few more weeks I guess. Thursday, I spent the morning working on my lesson for tonight, went to the junior high lunch, then went to the high school tennis match at 3:30, then 9th grade volleyball, 8th grade football, and finally 9th grade football. For some reason the football games took forever and that last one wasn't over with until 10. Afterwards, I got a call to help some people with video stuff for a retreat that I was helped with over the weekend. Got home around 1:30 AM and was in the office Friday morning to finish the video stuff. So, this camp was a 4th, 5th, and 6th grade retreat put on by Eagle Heights and I was easily persuaded to lend a helping hand. Friday afternoon after finishing the videos, I packed up all the sound and video stuff that I needed as well as a bunch of rec stuff and headed to Drasco, AR to start setting up with Miranda. The camp went great, especially for a bunch of young kids that had never really done anything like that before. Watching these young students worship was completely different than high school students and especially adults. Needless to say, I was very impressed. Had a great weekend, except for the technological headaches that were caused by certain pieces of equipment. Dwain, the worship leader for the weekend, and myself had a great time just wandering around and talking about ministry and life, picking on kids, and goofing off; usually if you see us together, we are probably laughing. Good week/weekend, extremely busy. Now its time for Sunday night Youth. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-5362922487991114505?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/5362922487991114505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=5362922487991114505&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/5362922487991114505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/5362922487991114505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2008/09/whoo.html' title='Whoo!'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-1205525513376181825</id><published>2008-09-10T10:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T11:08:54.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Call to Missions</title><content type='html'>I was reading in Acts yesterday and a passage really jumped out at me. I've always heard Acts 2:4 as a verse used to validate speaking in tongues. "All of them were filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak in other tongues as the Spirit enabled them." I have always heard those that support speaking in tongues use this verse not only to validate themselves but often times to set themselves on a spiritual pedestal as if they are more filled with the Holy Spirit then other believers, even to the point of saying that someone doesn't have the Holy Spirit if they don't speak in tongues.  After reading this passage (in context) yesterday, I really think that this is more of an eye-opening passage toward God's heart for missions and preaching the Gospel throughout the world. Acts 2:1-12: "When the day of Pentecost came, they were all together in one place. Suddenly a sound like the blowing of a violent wind came from heaven and filled the whole house where they were sitting. They saw what seemed to be tongues of fire that separated and came to rest on each of them. All of them were filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak in other tongues (or languages) as the Spirit enabled them. Now they were staying in Jerusalem God-fearing Jews from every nation under heaven. When they heard this sound, a crowd came together in bewilderment, because each one heard them speaking in his own language. Utterly amazed, they asked: 'Are not all these men who are speaking Galileans? Then how is it that each of us hears them in his own native language? Parthians, Medes and Elamites; residents of Mesopotamia, Judea, and Cappadocia, Pontus and Asia, Phyrgia and Pamphylia, Egypt and the parts of Libya near Cyrene; visitors from Rome (both Jews and converts to Judaism); Cretans and Arabs - we hear them declaring the wonders of God in our own tongues (or languages)!' Amazed and perplexed, they asked one another, 'What does this mean?'"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those that were filled didn't just start speaking in tongues that nobody understood or that needed a translator. They started speaking in different languages "as the Spirit enabled them." People from all over the nation who all spoke different languages heard this and came (probably saying "Wow, what in the world is going on and why are these Galileans speaking my native language?"). They asked "What does this mean?" (You may be asking the same thing) This means that God has a heart and passion for the Gospel to be shared throughout the world in every language. They were able to speak the different languages "as the Spirit enabled them," they each spoke different languages as God prepared them and called them.  God is calling you to share His Gospel somewhere in this world. Are you willing to listen to and obey that calling? Or are you still doing everything in your power to ignore it? Are you making excuses like "I don't know other languages, or I don't have time or energy or resources or the courage?" God will equip you, it's just a matter of you bowing down the King of kings and obeying his call. Your mission may be here in the US, at your work, across the street, in your classroom, at the restaurant, I don't know. I feel confident that my current mission field is among youth, but our mission field is so much bigger than that. What about my neighbors at my apartment? What about the person who sits next to you in class? What if God really is calling you to learn another language or culture? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been talking to a friend who has an absolute love for India and she has been telling me about all the persecution of Christians that has been going on over there. Like 4,000 homes and 100 churches have been burned. Christians dying for their faith everyday. My heart breaks for our brothers and sisters in Christ, yet even more so, my heart breaks because of the apathy of Christians here in the US. John 15:20 says, "If they persecuted me, they will persecute you also..." If we are truly living a life sold out to Christ then we should be suffering! We are so comfortable and so ineffective that Satan doesn't have to worry about attacking us in order to slow down the spread of the Gospel. Satan loves when a Christian abandons his faith more than anything, but a close second would have to be a Christian that poses no threat to Satan's worldly kingdom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kidnapped a few things from my friends blog for that last paragraph. (Miranda, I hope you don't mind). But I do want to encourage you to read her blog. God has definitely used her to open my eyes to missions and I think she'll have the same effect on you. You can check out her blog at &lt;a href="http://agirlinlovewithindia.blogspot.com"&gt;http://agirlinlovewithindia.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; or follow the link in my bloggers anonymous area. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, I've gotta get back to the daily grind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-1205525513376181825?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/1205525513376181825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=1205525513376181825&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/1205525513376181825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/1205525513376181825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2008/09/call-to-missions.html' title='A Call to Missions'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-5029354414160405226</id><published>2008-09-09T10:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T11:00:45.549-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Variety Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, apparently its been a while since I last posted.  This has come to my attention from a number of people calling, emailing, etc.  My excuse for not posting is simple, and I'm pretty sure I explained a while back how I started a blog at the worst time in the youth ministry year, I've been a little on the busy side. And when I haven't been busy, I haven't felt like blogging. (And if you say, it doesn't take that much time to post.... for some reason it usually takes me like an hour, yea my mind works slow and takes a while to process thoughts into words which is why I was always writing papers into the wee hours of the night in college... that and procrastination, but anyway). So this is going to be a variety post in a sense ranging from what I've been doing to what I've been learning and maybe a bit of randomness in between.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School is underway, which means that ministry has changed from being spur of the moment to being much more scheduled and organized (and if you know me, then you know I'm not the best at being scheduled and organized).  With school comes sports, and in ministry terms means going to the school and sports events (which I absolutely love by the way).  For example, last Thursday I went to the junior lunch, was there from 11-12:30, then went to the 8th grade football game @ 5:30, then went to the 9th grade volleyball game as soon as the football game was over (shout out to my girl Kelsey who is an absolute stud on the volleyball court), then went to the 9th grade football game as soon as the volleyball game was over (another shout out to my boys Kyle and Craig who tore Huntsville up). More school lunches and games this week, woohoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So people in Harrison are beginning to discover my gifts and passion for technology, electronics, etc.  Needless to say, they are truly discovering that I am a blessing to the town as more than just a youth pastor.  Jack at Eagle Heights of course knows about my abilities and has been more than eager to put them to good use.  Greg, our director of family ministries has been very observant of me and how I've used those gifts in my youth ministry and has been excited to put them to use for the church as a whole.  We had a staff meeting yesterday and were talking about the possibility of adding lights to our chapel for a Sunday school class that meets in there.  I was doing my best not to say much, then Greg decided to announce my knowledge and that I look at it and give my "expert" opinion. (expert...haha) It then came to my attention that I was needed to run sound at some point in the future for our traditional service. I also have a number of electronics that are slightly messed up waiting on my attention to take apart and try to fix when I have time.  My couches look like a waiting room with patients waiting to see me. I guess my passion for taking electronics apart in order to fix them started at a young age. I remember once when I had a super nintendo I believe.  This was back when the power supply was a box that plugged directly into the wall.  Well, my super nintendo wasn't working right and I came to the conclusion that it was something wrong inside of the box plugged into the wall. Being the very young kid that wanted to fix stuff that I was, I began to take the box apart to fix the problem. The one thing that I hadn't figured out at that point was that you should unplug the box b/f taking it apart... oops!  Needless to say there was a little spark and a little talking to from dad after that one, BUT I did fix the problem! And now I unplug things b/f going to work on them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I read something today that really grabbed my attention about what I talked about the other day on the issue of eternal security. Deuteronomy 13:1-4 - "If a prophet, or one who foretells by dreams, appears among you and announces to you a miraculous sign or wonder, and if the sign or wonder of which he has spoken takes places, and he says, 'Let us follow other gods' (gods you have not known) 'and let us worship them,' you must not listen to the words of that prophet or dreamer. The Lord your God is testing you to find out whether you love him with all your heart and with all your soul.  It is the Lord your God you must follow, and him you must revere.  Keep his commands and obey him; serve him and hold fast to him." Again, I don't believe that we can lose our salvation, but I do believe that we can abandon it. Why would God test us if it wasn't possible for us to "fail the test." He allowed Job to be tested to prove his love for God.  He allowed Judas to be tested, Judas abandoned his faith, "Satan entered Judas," he failed the test. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had more that I was gonna talk about, but I think I'll save them for another time. This went longer then I expected. Hopefully I can remember what I was gonna talk about long enough to write about it next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-5029354414160405226?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/5029354414160405226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=5029354414160405226&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/5029354414160405226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/5029354414160405226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2008/09/variety-post.html' title='Variety Post'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-6062676830918052510</id><published>2008-09-03T15:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T13:13:31.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend or Fan?</title><content type='html'>Why is it that rainy days make me so tired and unproductive?  I mean seriously.  Here I am sitting in my office not able to focus on anything, therefore being VERY unproductive (and I don't even have a window in my office... maybe I need one).  I'm working on the school year youth calendar, but being very indecisive.  Bad combination.  Aye aye aye!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, I've been wanting to post something about what I talked about at youth a couple weeks ago, but I couldn't ever find the video that I wanted to go with it.  I don't know if you've seen any of the ESPN Radio TV commercials, but they are great and this is one of them.  It's not the one that first came to my mind, but it's the only one I could find and it definitely gets my point across.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friend or Fan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e842264e8be25d7b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De842264e8be25d7b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331238716%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D55F20EAD7C4385DE03D62E7F46EAA312CA4348E6.4B4DD6DB32DB4EB361FF791E566A5EDD7415D169%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De842264e8be25d7b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYXkzh3sibR8R1EhbMMtRtNUM-bE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De842264e8be25d7b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331238716%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D55F20EAD7C4385DE03D62E7F46EAA312CA4348E6.4B4DD6DB32DB4EB361FF791E566A5EDD7415D169%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De842264e8be25d7b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYXkzh3sibR8R1EhbMMtRtNUM-bE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matthew 7:21-23: "Not everyone who says to me, 'Lord, Lord,' will enter the kingdom of heaven, but only he who does the will of my Father who is in heaven.  Many will say to me on that day, 'Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy in your name, and in your name drive out demons and perform many miracles?  Then I will tell them plainly, I never knew you, Away from me, you evildoers!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read this passage and can't help but think of sports fans. I think of a Razorback fan who feels that Darren McFadden is the greatest Razorback football player ever. (I'm not saying he's not, just providing an example). Well this DMac fan goes around the country talking him up and telling everybody how good he is and is gonna be in the NFL etc.  Goes to all of his games.  He wears his jersey to games, to the mall, to work, shoot even to church.  This fan has all of his trading cards, posters, autographed footballs, the works.  He IS DMac's biggest fan.  One day, he sees Darren McFadden and goes up to him talking to him like they've known each other for years, right?  The only problem is that DMac has never met this person in his life.  This person may be DMac's biggest fan, but he's not his friend.  As much as he talks about DMac and brags about him to others, there is no relationship there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I often times see this in "Christians" too.  We walk around telling everybody that we see how great Jesus is and how happy we're gonna be in heaven with Him.  Go to all his games (church). Wear his "jersey" (christian apparel and the Bible) to games (church), the mall, work, shoot even to real games (ever seen the "John 3:16" signs at a football game?) Has all of his "trading cards and souvenirs." Shoot, even I have a "dancing dashboard Jesus." But then, someday we'll actually meet Jesus and start talking to him like we've known him for a long time. The only problem is that Jesus has never met this person... ever!  This "christian" may be Jesus' biggest fan, but he's not his friend.  As much as he talks about DMac and brags about him to others, there is no relationship there.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus is pretty blunt in saying that it doesn't matter if you cheer for him on the sidelines.  He wants a relationship with you, if you don't have that he will tell you plainly: "I never knew you. Away from me, you evildoers!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you a fan of Jesus or a friend of Jesus?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-6062676830918052510?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e842264e8be25d7b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/6062676830918052510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=6062676830918052510&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/6062676830918052510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/6062676830918052510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-raining-its-pouring.html' title='Friend or Fan?'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-8096896415549783514</id><published>2008-09-02T01:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T01:22:41.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day... The most relaxing day of the year?</title><content type='html'>So after working in ministry for a few years now, I think that Labor Day may be the most relaxing holiday for somebody in youth ministry.  Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, 4th of July, Mother's Day &amp;amp; Father's Day (both on Sundays), New Year's, and even Halloween are all surrounded and filled with special programs and/or events with either the church or youth ministry.... or both. But I would have to say that Labor Day is great!  The offices are closed, old friends are off work and able to come "back home," just great.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, I had a good Labor Day. Got to Springdale a little after 11.  Visited with mom and Mini, discussed some theological issues, and helped Mini with some more stuff with her Mac.  Then ate mexican with mom, dad, and Mini; it wasn't Salsa's, but we had a great time!  Then drove over to Siloam to meet up with my old roommate Matt and some other old JBU friends.  Hung out for a while, went to our old professor/advisors house and visited with him, ate at Zaxby's (pretty good by the way), then played sand volleyball with a bunch of old JBU friends.  We had a blast, wore ourselves out, and was covered with sand by the end of the night.  I am so thankful for my friends and family and the blessing that they have all been on my life.  And the opportunity to spend a day relaxing and visiting with them was greatly appreciated.  I hope you had a good Labor Day too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-8096896415549783514?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/8096896415549783514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=8096896415549783514&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/8096896415549783514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/8096896415549783514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2008/09/labor-day-most-relaxing-day-of-year.html' title='Labor Day... The most relaxing day of the year?'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-1161025165721715640</id><published>2008-08-30T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T23:13:35.969-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Deeper...Oh dear</title><content type='html'>Ok, so here we go...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past month, I have really had the doctrine of eternal security on my mind.  Growing up in a Baptist church, I was always told "once saved, always saved" and that if a person did something or didn't go to heaven or whatever then they were never saved in the first place.  (Who are we to judge?)  This idea is primarily supported by 1 John 2:19: "They went out from us, but they did not really belong to us.  For if they had belonged to us, they would have remained with us; but their going showed that none of them belonged to us." I have been working in a methodist church for three months now and (from what I have gathered) they believe that salvation can possibly, in extreme cases, be lost.  One verse that supports this view is Hebrews 10:26: "For if we sin willfully after we have received the knowledge of the truth, there no longer remains a sacrifice for sins."  I do believe that many Methodist churches may not even share these same beliefs, but that the "common knowledge" belief of methodists goes against eternal security.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, I've really been challenged to look to Scripture and really strive to discover for myself my own beliefs and conclusion about eternal security.  Simply put, another step toward making my faith my own.  So, here is a brief look at what I have concluded so far, I am still doing plenty of seeking and questioning; but my "view" really makes sense to me right now.  I was talking to a friend of mine the other day about it and told her my perspective.  I was told that it was a very unique view that they had never heard before, but it really makes sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The biggest verse that caused me to question my belief in "once saved, always saved" is Hebrews 6:4-6: "It is impossible for those who have once been enlightened, who have tasted the heavenly gift, who have shared in the Holy Spirit, who have tasted the goodness of the word of God and the powers of the coming age, if they fall away, to be brought back to repentance, because to their loss they are crucifying the Son of God all over again and subjecting him to public disgrace."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"who have been enlightened, who have tasted the heavenly gift, who have shared in the Holy Spirit, who have tasted the goodness of the word of God and the powers of the coming age." In my opinion, these people have been saved.  I think it eliminates the argument "well they were never saved in the first place."  They have clearly "shared in the Holy Spirit."  It's saying that it is impossible for these people, who have been saved, if they fall away to be brought back to repentance. The key word here for me is repentance rather than say salvation. I don't see them as losing their salvation, but rather putting an end to their repentance and turning their back on their salvation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe that when we are saved, we are saved and God will not let us go because of our sins.  John 10:26-30: "My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me.  I give them eternal life, and they shall never perish; no one can snatch them out of my hand.  My father, who has given them to me, is greater than all; no one can snatch them out of my Father's hand."  When we are saved and continue to follow Christ, "my sheep listen to my voice" "and they follow me," God will not let them go.  But God does allow free will.  No one can snatch us out of His hand, but we do have the opportunity to "stop listening and following" and basically ask/force God to let us go.  I think the only way we can do this is by turning our back on the Holy Spirit, "the unpardonable sin."  Matthew 12:31-32: "And so I tell you, every sin and blasphemy will be forgiven men, but the blasphemy against the Spirit will not be forgiven.  Anyone who speaks a word against the Son of Man will be forgiven, but anyone who speaks against the Holy Spirit will not be forgiven, either in this age or in the age to come." Before coming to salvation, somebody can speak against Jesus and still later find salvation (think Saul/Paul), but after salvation, if they blaspheme the Holy Spirit, they "will not be forgiven, either in this age or in the age to come."  I know people who once called themselves Christians (again their salvation is not for me to judge) but after a tragedy or realizing historical truths that "prove" Christianity wrong have abandoned their faith and spoke against the Holy Spirit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think of Judas.  The man followed Jesus daily, how could he have not been a "Christian?"  But he later abandoned Christ and was filled with Satan.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I simply can't believe a complete doctrine of "Once saved, always saved" because I believe that a person who has experienced salvation can fall away, blaspheme the Holy Spirit and completely abandon God.  God allows it because he is a God of free will.  Nothing can snatch us out his hand.  But just as he allows us to freely come to him (rather than forcing us), he just as much allows us to freely get out of His hand and walk away.  If you do blaspheme the Holy Spirit, then you have walked away and abandoned God.  However, comfort can be found in knowing that as long as I am following Christ and haven't abandoned my faith, then eternal security can be found no matter what sin I commit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There ya go, deep... at least for me.  And definitely different, but its whats been on my mind, so I thought I'd see if any of you had any input or personal beliefs to chime in with. And if you haven't challenged yourself to challenge doctrinal beliefs that you've been spoonfed your whole life, then I encourage you to do so in order to make your faith your own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-1161025165721715640?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/1161025165721715640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=1161025165721715640&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/1161025165721715640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/1161025165721715640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2008/08/going-deeperoh-dear.html' title='Going Deeper...Oh dear'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-4004648000679918812</id><published>2008-08-29T14:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T15:14:05.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's that time of the year...</title><content type='html'>Well, I probably started a blog at the worst possible time for a youth pastor to start a blog....the fall.  Needless to say, I've been a lotta bit busy this week.  Worked with Eagle Heights to put on a big outreach event Wednesday night.  David Nasser spoke and the Steve Fee band led worship.  It was a great night with a number of decisions made.  I was in charge of all the video/ computer/ projector/ visual aspects. (big surprise huh?)  So, I worked from 9 AM til 2 or 3 AM working on stuff Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday.  Thursday, worked on stuff for Sunday.  Thursday afternoon, pointless orthodontist appointment in Springdale, but I did get to see my family, eat a home cooked meal, and teach Mini about her new Mac.  Woohoo, yay for macs!!  Today, more Sunday preparation.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But here's the exciting thing about this time of year.  FOOTBALL.  Yup, Harrison opens up tonight against Batesville.  Arkansas plays Western Illinois tomorrow.  Friday night lights, College Football Saturdays, and the NFL starts next week.  I'm pumped!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be a substitute teacher, I have to to go to some training thing.  It is tomorrow morning from 8-12.  I don't even want to think about getting up b/f 8 ever, especially on a Saturday.  I prefer to sleep from 2-8:30, and I simply can't go to sleep much earlier than that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yea, random post.  I've got some deep stuff that I'm gonna write about, but I'm trying to find something before I do.  Be prepared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-4004648000679918812?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/4004648000679918812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=4004648000679918812&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/4004648000679918812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/4004648000679918812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-that-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s that time of the year...'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-7609156320720712062</id><published>2008-08-25T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T09:53:31.062-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Day of Birth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SLLHYX7p_JI/AAAAAAAAACY/4Gvd6KZZMaY/s1600-h/DSCN1395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SLLHYX7p_JI/AAAAAAAAACY/4Gvd6KZZMaY/s320/DSCN1395.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238468538140327058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Mom.  You have been an incredible encouragement to me as I pursue God's calling on my life. I am so blessed to have the privilege of calling you Mom. I hope today is a great day.  Love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-7609156320720712062?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/7609156320720712062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=7609156320720712062&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/7609156320720712062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/7609156320720712062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-day-of-birth.html' title='Happy Day of Birth'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SLLHYX7p_JI/AAAAAAAAACY/4Gvd6KZZMaY/s72-c/DSCN1395.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-3872024129512003975</id><published>2008-08-24T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T21:21:27.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SLIW7d0OeBI/AAAAAAAAABw/v8v4PnDP8PM/s1600-h/mom+534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SLIW7d0OeBI/AAAAAAAAABw/v8v4PnDP8PM/s320/mom+534.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238274527457081362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SLIW7bIoKBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/YPcV95zccHw/s1600-h/mom+542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SLIW7bIoKBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/YPcV95zccHw/s320/mom+542.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238274526737344530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SLIW7oJCteI/AAAAAAAAACA/ACt8hN6eKZI/s1600-h/mom+592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SLIW7oJCteI/AAAAAAAAACA/ACt8hN6eKZI/s320/mom+592.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238274530228745698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SLIW7nAa_wI/AAAAAAAAACI/r1lRs6mufiw/s1600-h/mom+615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SLIW7nAa_wI/AAAAAAAAACI/r1lRs6mufiw/s320/mom+615.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238274529924153090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SLIW7-TNgmI/AAAAAAAAACQ/JCj7Wj7WxZ0/s1600-h/mom+675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SLIW7-TNgmI/AAAAAAAAACQ/JCj7Wj7WxZ0/s320/mom+675.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238274536176976482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to go to the beach with my mom and Amelia this past week. (They needed a chauffeur, hehe)  We had a great time, although they act like I didn't cause I didn't spend every minute on the actual beach.  I came to the realization that people relax and vacation very differently for sure.  Mom and Mini can lay on the beach and bake all day every day for the rest of their lives and be perfectly happy.  Me... I need action, I need to drive places, do things, see different things.  I like the beach and laying there for a little while, but after too long my ADD starts seriously kicking my butt.  Thanks Mini and Mom for allowing me join you and getting to just slow down from a very busy lifestyle.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-3872024129512003975?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/3872024129512003975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=3872024129512003975&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/3872024129512003975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/3872024129512003975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2008/08/da-beach.html' title='Da Beach'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SLIW7d0OeBI/AAAAAAAAABw/v8v4PnDP8PM/s72-c/mom+534.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720077918010742990.post-7443242576955149304</id><published>2008-08-24T21:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T21:09:42.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm</title><content type='html'>Well... Becke told me I should get a blog.  And quite frankly I could only think of about 537 things that I would rather do than blog, but I decided to do it anyway.  Hopefully I'll be a little bit decent and consistent at posting random thoughts.  And I have no doubt that there be some randomness involved.  Just remember that encouragement (comments or "kudos") is the most effective way to inspire me to post.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Becke, I got a blog.  Now I guess you have to hold up your end of the bargain and get facebook.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720077918010742990-7443242576955149304?l=servdalerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/feeds/7443242576955149304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720077918010742990&amp;postID=7443242576955149304&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/7443242576955149304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720077918010742990/posts/default/7443242576955149304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servdalerd.blogspot.com/2008/08/hmm.html' title='Hmm'/><author><name>Kirby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18076921798365971831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bpv-JIeYgKE/SL7c7u2eV-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vncgrD2YVRM/S220/mom+630.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
