<?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-6902657346872563084</id><updated>2011-07-30T22:05:28.699-04:00</updated><category term='emerging church'/><category term='review'/><category term='feeling blue'/><category term='blog'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Life Is Poetry &amp; It Doesn't Rhyme</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gromis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6902657346872563084/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gromis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307537345083902495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_52QnTAI1-i0/SCIILWIBFII/AAAAAAAAAEY/BcpqWfTNaVo/S220/brad_photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6902657346872563084.post-4866583677716930286</id><published>2010-07-10T20:51:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T21:21:35.675-04:00</updated><title type='text'>catching up on me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;so, while i clearly don't blog on a regular basis, i do find myself reflecting quite a bit.  i discover myself, most often these latest of days, to be caught between the ideal and the real.  it's that location that is drawn between the massive gravitational pulls of what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;should be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; and what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;really is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.  the hard part is determining when i should be content with what is and when i should desire and endeavor to move beyond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;my line of work is one that constantly wars with these states.  on the one hand, i have learned over the past several years to strive to walk with people through whatever it is they find themselves mired in, whether good or bad.  it is the condition of humanity to constantly answer the call of the present, regardless of what has been, might be, or will be.  and so often, people will respond with outright "no's" when pushed from the places of life to which they have become accustomed or seduced, regardless of the merit or persuasiveness of the argument.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;on the remaining hand, i have the privilege of delving deep into the recesses of God's revealed will for us on a regular (and vocational) basis, which lends insights and direction as to where all of us should be (or, at least, should be striving towards).  this stirs me up to leave a contentment with the present far behind and push for the sublime that God details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;so what to do, and when to push, and when to simply stand by?  to stand by is to let those i love careen down a hell-bent (or, less glamorously, unhealthy) path.  to intervene can have the effect of furthering the errant pathway.  there is no simple formula, not easily contrived balancing of factors that allows for deciding what-to-do-and-when.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i suppose it is the tension i most despise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;truly, and not said with some wimpy, christian platitude air, i can pray:  tapping into the counsel and heart of the Almighty is by far the greatest thing i can do.  but in the tangible, day-to-day, what is left?  how do we decide when to wait and when to push?  when is the weight of saying nothing too great a burden to bear?  when is the danger of demanding too much dissuading enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i find it is in the wrestling with the tension that my heart is most transformed, albeit mostly without the answers i fervently seek.&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/6902657346872563084-4866583677716930286?l=gromis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gromis.blogspot.com/feeds/4866583677716930286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6902657346872563084&amp;postID=4866583677716930286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6902657346872563084/posts/default/4866583677716930286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6902657346872563084/posts/default/4866583677716930286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gromis.blogspot.com/2010/07/catching-up-on-me.html' title='catching up on me'/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307537345083902495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_52QnTAI1-i0/SCIILWIBFII/AAAAAAAAAEY/BcpqWfTNaVo/S220/brad_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6902657346872563084.post-725907761583887455</id><published>2009-08-11T23:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T23:44:34.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the twists and turns</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know, I am always amazed at the way life tends to work itself out.  I never know what the next day (or really, the next MOMENT) will really bring my way.  I really didn’t think that I would be sitting here in my parents’ kitchen typing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;on my lappy on a Tuesday night in the middle of August – but here I am.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here I am indeed, after a whirlwind trip back up north.  Mom had surgery today to deal with some craziness in the form of cysts and masses in her uterine area.  While I know that she is in good Hands, while I was able to support and encourage her, the family, friends, and concerned people with that knowledge, and while I believe wholeheartedly that everything would work out for Glory and good ... right now I’m in a place to actually reflect back on the what-ifs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What if the cysts were more than benign?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What if the fibrous tumors were cancerous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What if I had to say goodbye or know that I would have to soon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What if Dad were left alone after all these years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What if, what if ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Unsettling to say the least.  Scary to be more honest.  I love my Mom.  She’s a pretty amazing, incredible woman.  It would be wretchedly hard to be parted from her now, even if that parting were only so very, very brief in the grand scheme of eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I guess those words ring even truer to me in this moment: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;          Brothers, we do not want you to be ignorant about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;          those who fall asleep, or to grieve like the rest of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;          men, who have no hope. We believe that Jesus died &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;          and rose again, and so we believe that God will bring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;          with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorrow mixed with joy.  Ironic.  And yet I am so grateful in this moment that God has allowed this world to be blessed by Mom for even one more day to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I am hopeful for many more than that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6902657346872563084-725907761583887455?l=gromis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gromis.blogspot.com/feeds/725907761583887455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6902657346872563084&amp;postID=725907761583887455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6902657346872563084/posts/default/725907761583887455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6902657346872563084/posts/default/725907761583887455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gromis.blogspot.com/2009/08/twists-and-turns.html' title='the twists and turns'/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307537345083902495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_52QnTAI1-i0/SCIILWIBFII/AAAAAAAAAEY/BcpqWfTNaVo/S220/brad_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6902657346872563084.post-5441912156251496487</id><published>2009-06-18T08:39:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T08:43:16.892-04:00</updated><title type='text'>attitude or action</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;there is a great discussion rolling about that i've been able to join in on ... namely the idea of, for those of us who want to be a positive influence on our fellow man, what should we focus on:  the attitude of the person or the actions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;the notion is that focusing on actions breeds or forces conformity to a standard or code, but does little to effect any substantive change in the individual, while focusing on an individual’s attitude will result in deep-seated change that manifests in appropriate action.  with this, i heartily agree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;here is my hitch … no society (zero, zilch, nada) has been able to operate in this manner.  more over, no religious group or sect has been able to manifest this into a tenable, sustainable, and effectual system either.  both society-at-large and religion-at-large has seen the need to codify and enforce standards and expectations in order to preserve unity, promote good, and protect constituents.  if there are capable individuals who believe and pursue the attitude-change model, why has it not been “enforced” apart from official rules?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;i think the real problem here is a base, fundamental problem.  it’s a three letter word that we have come to disdain not for its truth-in-fact but because of our belief that it can’t apply to me.  it’s the problem of sin.  we are not able – in-and-of ourselves – to live in any kind of utopian-my-heart-has-really-changed kind of world because we will constantly, repeatedly, sometimes even eagerly respond not in like fashion to what we know to be good or right.  rather, we will react in selfish ways, in ways that belie our knowledge of the reasonable and demonstrate a base, ignoble view of ourselves, others, and the world in general.  humanity bears the constant burden this side of heaven of the ugliness of sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;the real danger here is that if we rely on influencing society only through the change of heart, we ignore the problem of sin.  so how do we protect both those who would feel the repercussions of our base, ignoble views as well as ourselves who hold these base ignoble views?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;while profound, substantive change can only occur in the presence of a true attitude change, history and logic lead to the conclusion that something more is needed to guide and direct that change, in essence a framework within which that process can arise.  but herein lies the struggle:  if it is merely a human endeavor, it is fraught with the same burden of being constructed by hands steeped in sin as the effort to rely on heart change alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;so where do we go from here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6902657346872563084-5441912156251496487?l=gromis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_52QnTAI1-i0/SCIILWIBFII/AAAAAAAAAEY/BcpqWfTNaVo/S220/brad_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6902657346872563084.post-723510829458100707</id><published>2008-12-26T10:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T10:07:33.622-05:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas in a storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;so this life thing just keeps on rolling, and some times i feel like i'm the steaming pile of tar waiting for the steamroller to flatten me out.  and with all the craziness piling up, with all that i have to get done in the next week, it is easy to understanding why i would feel that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;luckily, i don't feel that way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;now, i'm not saying i'm not stressed or that i wouldn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52QnTAI1-i0/SVTzHuJr3fI/AAAAAAAAANk/e7UWaLzzJJQ/s1600-h/storm1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 164px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52QnTAI1-i0/SVTzHuJr3fI/AAAAAAAAANk/e7UWaLzzJJQ/s200/storm1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284115576785722866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;like to push that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;magical &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;fast-forward button to skip past the upcoming week here, but i am excited about this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;next stage of life.  and it is exciting to be making this journey with my best friend - and this time, she's just as excited as i am!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;it has been wonderful to celebrate our second christmas together, too, even though we are in the midst of such a HUGE change, but what has served as our ballast and keel has been focusing on the "why" of christmas.  it's bigger than gift-giving and more important than family ... that little baby, the great mystery of the God of eternity becoming fragile man.  that's been the best of the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;peace - b &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6902657346872563084-723510829458100707?l=gromis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;things change so rapidly, faster than my disheveled mind can poss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;ibly keep up with, and i find that i spend more time trying to catch up and recover lost ground &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;than in actually living in the here-and-now of life and looking ahead to what is coming my way. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;and this change isn’t always – or even &lt;i style=""&gt;usually&lt;/i&gt; – bad, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;but it takes what was normal, familiar, and safe and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52QnTAI1-i0/SUGQN4e7e2I/AAAAAAAAANU/0u48_xOqwNg/s1600-h/loose+change.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52QnTAI1-i0/SUGQN4e7e2I/AAAAAAAAANU/0u48_xOqwNg/s200/loose+change.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278658806429743970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;twirls it in a maelstrom of the unknown.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;that’s life right now, and it is both exciting (when i remember to look ahead) and nerve-wracking (when i get caught up looking backwards).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;it’s actually a bit comical that i get caught up in this looking-to-times-already-gone-and-spent, as i profess and attempt to live a life of forward-looking faith.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;i make sense of so much senselessness by holding to an understanding that there is an ultimate (and &lt;i style=""&gt;good&lt;/i&gt;) end to all the evils of this life, to all the pains and uncertainties.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;but then again, i suppose it is also part-and-parcel of living life that faith is a journey with ups, downs, spins, u-turns, and hiccups along the way.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;that said … i'm more excited about the days to come than i have been in a very, very long time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;peace – b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6902657346872563084-1524480306709890107?l=gromis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gromis.blogspot.com/feeds/1524480306709890107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6902657346872563084&amp;postID=1524480306709890107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6902657346872563084/posts/default/1524480306709890107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6902657346872563084/posts/default/1524480306709890107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gromis.blogspot.com/2008/12/forward-backward-and-points-in-between.html' title='forward, backward, and points in between'/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307537345083902495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_52QnTAI1-i0/SCIILWIBFII/AAAAAAAAAEY/BcpqWfTNaVo/S220/brad_photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52QnTAI1-i0/SUGQN4e7e2I/AAAAAAAAANU/0u48_xOqwNg/s72-c/loose+change.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6902657346872563084.post-220075050176031366</id><published>2008-11-05T09:35:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:43:28.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a monster called worry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52QnTAI1-i0/SRGv3yUrSDI/AAAAAAAAAM0/yKx1WKzBoig/s1600-h/nailbiting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 163px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52QnTAI1-i0/SRGv3yUrSDI/AAAAAAAAAM0/yKx1WKzBoig/s200/nailbiting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265182812308981810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;i'm an anxious guy.  not the curl-up-in-a-ball-in-the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;-corner  -of-the-room-type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; or anything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;like that, but i do tend to over-think things and can begin to cascade down the precipice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;of worry if i don't reel in those thoughts.  my professional training over the last several years provides som&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;e good strategies to make sure that i don't take the plunge, but my practice of faith is even more bolstering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;this morning, i find myself leaning heavily on those beliefs that have become so dear to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;what i mean is this, and i am working quite hard to avoid anything political here, which is absolutely not my intent - nothing divisive is being orchestrated here.  but, simply as background to my state of being, i am very concerned with the election results. it is my belief that many very dangerous and harmful policies and ideologies are espoused by an inexperienced man who was elected as commander in chief of america last night.  enough ... nothing else on that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;what i am really saying is this:  as a person of faith in Christ, my hope and assurance and confidence and overall sense of "okayness" with the world do not rest in the hands of a democrat or a republican or a libertarian or any other political or social figure in our world yesterday, today, or tomorrow.  my faith guides me that there is One who is in charge, One who is able to protect me in the storms of life, One who is able to bring joy out of sorrow and suffering, One who is sovereign when things look swell and when they appear monstrous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;it is an amazing thing, as i have adventured ahead on this journey of faith, to learn to trust my God with all parts of me, my life, and my world.  even when the stuff of life would otherwise wildly trigger those anxious thoughts and feelings, i am lead on a grand journey of deeper understanding and wild exploits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and so, life is good.  very good.&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/6902657346872563084-220075050176031366?l=gromis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gromis.blogspot.com/feeds/220075050176031366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6902657346872563084&amp;postID=220075050176031366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6902657346872563084/posts/default/220075050176031366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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one)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mono really limits your extracurricular activities - seriously limits them.  simple things, like walking down the stairs to your apartment to go get the mail or take out the trash, wipe you out.  with these restrictive limits (read here, "really only able to sit in one spot or sleep"), i am finding myself with a plethora of time to consume the hours with sleeping, reading, and thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;while these are things that i find in short supply during the entire course of my non-mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52QnTAI1-i0/SQobU5DNCbI/AAAAAAAAAMs/KAg2GaZOPfA/s1600-h/silver_bullet_grips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52QnTAI1-i0/SQobU5DNCbI/AAAAAAAAAMs/KAg2GaZOPfA/s200/silver_bullet_grips.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263049160261437874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no-infected life, two weeks of this sedentary life style is driving me i-n-s-a-n-e.  however, i have gotten some reading done that i have wanted to do (though about an hour of even this low-level activity can drain me these days). i've noticed a theme as i've read various tomes covering a variety of themes and subjects is that everyone thinks they've got the silver bullet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and one of the things that i've really come to believe is that there are no silver bullets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't get me wrong: there are lots of werewolves, vampires, and other assorted monsters and creeps in this world that a silver bullet would be just swell to have in the ol' revolver, but it just ain't so.  as hard as it is to do, we need to have a varied arsenal at our command, a big toolbox in the shed, or whatever analogy you want to stick in there.  maybe i'm spouting common knowledge here, but it seems like we're all looking to find the panacea that will cure all the ails in our own little worlds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but that cure-all remains ellusive.  and that ellusivity?  it's permanent.  you can't find it, because it's not there.  but still we look, we seek, we toil.  if only we can find that one way to answer it all ... and so we spend our energies trying to find a way to solve it all with the silver bullet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;now, my faith in a way is that silver bullet ... it provides absolute truth, a keel in the midst of a wildly raging sea, and practical ways of dealing with the insanity of life.  but even my faith requires looking for ways of expressing it and living it and taking it to my hurting world in a different way everwhere i look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and i think that's it ... we need to be willing to diversify our lives and our thinking and our applications and our ways of doing life.  no silver bullets, but a quiver full of different arrows that can be used in a myriad of ways.  (think i can stick in any more metaphors into this post?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this is all quite abstract ... perhaps a bit more concrete in my next post.  but hey ... i've got mono, so cut me some slack.  geez.  ;^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;peace - b&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/6902657346872563084-7364374727304013264?l=gromis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gromis.blogspot.com/feeds/7364374727304013264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6902657346872563084&amp;postID=7364374727304013264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6902657346872563084/posts/default/7364374727304013264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6902657346872563084/posts/default/7364374727304013264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gromis.blogspot.com/2008/10/mono-really-limits-your-extracurricular.html' title='loaded for bear (part one)'/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307537345083902495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_52QnTAI1-i0/SCIILWIBFII/AAAAAAAAAEY/BcpqWfTNaVo/S220/brad_photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52QnTAI1-i0/SQobU5DNCbI/AAAAAAAAAMs/KAg2GaZOPfA/s72-c/silver_bullet_grips.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6902657346872563084.post-5302767974879152197</id><published>2008-10-23T21:32:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:43:51.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'>love-bugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:"Arial Narrow";  panose-1:2 11 5 6 2 2 2 3 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:swiss;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.0in 1.0in 1.0in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes; 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fact.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;when i have a long day at work and i'm ridiculously tired, the thing i most look forward to is not propping my feet up on the recliner or collapsing on the couch or just falling into bed – no, i simply can’t wait to go home and hug my wife.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can’t tell you how many naysayers have virtually (and sometimes quite literally) wished trouble and hard times and a loss of our joy in each other upon us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;it seems like a daily occurrence to have someone say to us, “oh, you guys are still young and newly married.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;give it some more time and you’ll get your heads out of the clouds.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;i mean, &lt;i style=""&gt;really&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is there that much cynicism, that much disillusion- ment, that much bitterness in our world?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;does it strike anyone else odd that we get comments like the one above instead of something like “oh, how refreshing to see two people who love each other so much!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;why do we default to the naysaying and calls for unhappiness?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;it seems rather turned on its head.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but one useful parallel i’ve been wrestling with is this:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;with as much as i love (and am “in love” with my wife), does that passion pale in comparison to my faith in God?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;if i &lt;i style=""&gt;truly&lt;/i&gt; believe that God is as i say i believe he is, should i not be even &lt;i style=""&gt;more&lt;/i&gt; excited to get through other things and focus on him?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;i find that sobering.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my wife.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;a lot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;and i don’t plan on stopping, naysayers be scorned.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;and i hope and pray and yearn that my faith reflects an even deeper passion for my Creator than anything i feel for my wife.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace – b &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6902657346872563084-5302767974879152197?l=gromis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gromis.blogspot.com/feeds/5302767974879152197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6902657346872563084&amp;postID=5302767974879152197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6902657346872563084/posts/default/5302767974879152197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6902657346872563084/posts/default/5302767974879152197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gromis.blogspot.com/2008/10/normal-0-false-false-false.html' title='love-bugs'/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307537345083902495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_52QnTAI1-i0/SCIILWIBFII/AAAAAAAAAEY/BcpqWfTNaVo/S220/brad_photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52QnTAI1-i0/SQEmbUw6SKI/AAAAAAAAAMk/WKGEb2W4wGs/s72-c/0855.jpg+%28Small%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6902657346872563084.post-6743888097966549137</id><published>2008-09-14T23:05:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T23:35:58.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>life schizophrenic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; 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&lt;/span&gt;not that it’s necessarily bad – just different. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;we set out each day, each week, each month on a journey, expecting to end up somewhere, but the compass goes out of whack, the map is missing roads, and you can forget about the gps working right. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;while this is often frustrating-annoying-disheartening, it is not always bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in fact, i would be hard-pressed not to call it sovereignty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;i know that can sound like pseudo-spiritual, canned christianity, but i’m learning more and more that it’s just the way God works &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; at least with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so often i think i can figure it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;so often i think i can just try hard enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;so often i think i can &lt;u&gt;do&lt;/u&gt; sufficient things to force the issue of what – in my infinitely finite thinking – is the &lt;i style=""&gt;right&lt;/i&gt; way things should go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;and in the end, i find i am being taught the same lesson that i should have learned years and years ago:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;that God alone is God, and that my responsibility is just that, to be content in doing what i need to do with what He has given me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, that appears to be selling relatively inexpensive entertainment and media resources to people who could still probably find better ways of investing their money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but even that is a grand undertaking, to work hard at the job given to me to do and to try to find spiritually redeeming opportunities with those whom i serve and work with on a daily basis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;is this the “career” i want for the rest of my life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;clearly not, but it is my chance to make a difference – an eternal impact – in a place probably otherwise devoid of light. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;viewed in that regard, it is truly a magnificent pursuit i have been tasked with, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last three-and-a-half years have been a whirlwind of ups and downs, of dreams and nightmares, of having my wildest expectations surpassed and other hopes dashed upon the rocks of this life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;but that is what this life – this present life – will bring with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;and i have a hope that will never be dashed, a dream that will be fulfilled beyond any expectation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it is that to which i cling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;and hopefully, i will learn these lessons at last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6902657346872563084-6743888097966549137?l=gromis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gromis.blogspot.com/feeds/6743888097966549137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6902657346872563084&amp;postID=6743888097966549137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6902657346872563084/posts/default/6743888097966549137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6902657346872563084/posts/default/6743888097966549137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gromis.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-schizophrenic.html' title='life schizophrenic'/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307537345083902495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_52QnTAI1-i0/SCIILWIBFII/AAAAAAAAAEY/BcpqWfTNaVo/S220/brad_photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52QnTAI1-i0/SM3XzDE-xCI/AAAAAAAAAKY/KzogzwIdq_w/s72-c/girl_screaming.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6902657346872563084.post-8782400167759747685</id><published>2008-07-05T07:15:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T07:32:54.948-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pretty small in a big world</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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I think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 10);font-size:85%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; have it figured out - at least some small part of it - and I am invariably shocked to learn how little I actually have a grasp on in the end. I'm a pretty hard worker and a fairly competent guy ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 10);font-size:85%;" &gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gain, on at least some small level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And yet so often I seem unable to work even the slightest fraction of this grand scheme of my life toward the direction I think it should go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 12pt;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 12pt;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why is it that so little control seems attainable in the comings-and-goings of our lives? Is it because our existence is simply the sum total of innumerable variables, acted upon by a myriad of free-will choice-makers under the conditions of uncountable environmental conditions? That would be a quintessential characterization of chaos, and, while our world seems so often to be built out of and producing of chaos, there is still too much harmony and accord to make an explanation for this life from chaos and variability and the happenstance of complex mathematic inevitability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 12pt;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 12pt;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52QnTAI1-i0/SG9aaE9u7PI/AAAAAAAAAKI/GIrO3XW2nPE/s1600-h/chaos_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52QnTAI1-i0/SG9aaE9u7PI/AAAAAAAAAKI/GIrO3XW2nPE/s200/chaos_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219489897201462514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Which leaves - in contrast - an explanation rooted in something-other-than-chaos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;More &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and more, I see the intricate tendrils of this Other-Than weaving through world about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have seen how the denial of things that I desperately wanted working out for nothing short of my protection, my betterment, my good, as well as for the good of those around me. Not always pleasant, these circumstances amalgamate with a plethora of others, revealing an order and a synergy beyond anything that I could have ever conceived, let alone orchestrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 12pt;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 12pt;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am not so clever and put together as I would hope to claim, but it is in my utter weakness and desperation that the real beauty of my time here on earth emerges. It is this weakness that shows the grander scheme behind the apparent chaos, the purpose in what seems random, the goodness that supplants the appearance of evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 12pt;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 12pt;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is the grand Other-Than.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6902657346872563084-8782400167759747685?l=gromis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gromis.blogspot.com/feeds/8782400167759747685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6902657346872563084&amp;postID=8782400167759747685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6902657346872563084/posts/default/8782400167759747685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6902657346872563084/posts/default/8782400167759747685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gromis.blogspot.com/2008/07/pretty-small-in-big-world.html' title='pretty small in a big world'/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307537345083902495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_52QnTAI1-i0/SCIILWIBFII/AAAAAAAAAEY/BcpqWfTNaVo/S220/brad_photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52QnTAI1-i0/SG9aaE9u7PI/AAAAAAAAAKI/GIrO3XW2nPE/s72-c/chaos_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6902657346872563084.post-2295861277411458486</id><published>2008-06-13T16:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T07:45:26.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'>can't win for losing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;do you ever have the moments or seasons of your life when it seems like, no matter how hard you try or home much effort you put in or how absolutely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; you are, you still end up being labeled as the source of whatever problem may be at hand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yeah ... it's felt like that for a few months now.  the kicker is, it happened today from someone i didn't expect it from.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52QnTAI1-i0/SFLsyHsBknI/AAAAAAAAAKA/dBjhZBLy4Z8/s1600-h/kids+on+cliff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52QnTAI1-i0/SFLsyHsBknI/AAAAAAAAAKA/dBjhZBLy4Z8/s200/kids+on+cliff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211488064622400114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;now, i'm not naming names or pointing fingers or anything of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; sort,  but i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;t se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ems like sometimes, just as you get your hands over the edge of the cliff, there is so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;meone ready to tread down hard on your tentative grasp on freedom and al&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;leviation from the struggle.  it just hurts a little bit more than normal when it comes from certain people, people you don't expect it from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ah ... but why complain.  i suppose i'll just start climbing the cliff again, after i dust myself off for a few minutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;here's to hoping the top is a bit friendlier next time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;peace - b&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/6902657346872563084-2295861277411458486?l=gromis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gromis.blogspot.com/feeds/2295861277411458486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6902657346872563084&amp;postID=2295861277411458486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6902657346872563084/posts/default/2295861277411458486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6902657346872563084/posts/default/2295861277411458486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gromis.blogspot.com/2008/06/cant-win-for-losing.html' title='can&apos;t win for losing'/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307537345083902495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_52QnTAI1-i0/SCIILWIBFII/AAAAAAAAAEY/BcpqWfTNaVo/S220/brad_photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52QnTAI1-i0/SFLsyHsBknI/AAAAAAAAAKA/dBjhZBLy4Z8/s72-c/kids+on+cliff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6902657346872563084.post-1192461191675105885</id><published>2008-06-11T08:16:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T07:53:48.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'>confused by confusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;first, i am so very grateful for the news that i have a new job! after much looking and interviewing and hoping and compromising, it has been settled. i am going to be entering into the world of retail management with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blockbuster.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;blockbuster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; as a store manager. three months of training at a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;q=4+Rohrerstown+Road,+Lancaster,+PA+17603-2229&amp;amp;sll=40.038395,-76.325844&amp;amp;sspn=0.007393,0.012789&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;ll=40.039797,-76.364722&amp;amp;spn=0.001848,0.003197&amp;amp;z=19"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;location near-to-my-home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, and then assigned to a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;ll=40.01875,-76.297165&amp;amp;spn=0.473271,0.818481&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;z=11"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;location as-yet-to-be-determined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, though still in lancaster county.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52QnTAI1-i0/SE_GmAlx57I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/CErvXwLEktE/s1600-h/bridge_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210601650186741682" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52QnTAI1-i0/SE_GmAlx57I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/CErvXwLEktE/s200/bridge_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;while it is &lt;strong&gt;definitely&lt;/strong&gt; not what i went to school for or where i want to be long term, i have come to describe it as a "bridge job" for me - that is, it is filling the interim time between needing to leave my previous job and finding a place in fulltime, vocational ministry.  it is serving to help pay our bills, teach me new business skills, and bring me in contact with a new regimin of people who need to hear about the hope and love i have found in God. hopefully, this bridge will be shorter than it is long, but we never can tell when the fog is thick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the fog got just a bit denser of late, really just as of yesterday.  after sending out many, many resumes to countless churches, parachurch ministries, and quasi-christian agencies, i got a cold call from a church in ohio letting me know that they will be losing their youth pastor at the beginning of this august - they got my resume from someone else who had asked me for one months ago.  why would this come after it looks like i have at least a modicum of direction to my life after failing wildly with nothing for so many weeks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in the end, of course, i attribute this to sovereignty, to purpose and design, to innummerable glorious qualities of God that i could never fathom in their complexity ... but, dang!  i really flounder sometimes as to why these things happen when they do and how they do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;now, this church didn't offer the position or anything of that sort.  they just wanted to "start the conversation" so to speak.  (for the record, i do believe that i currently have 413 "conversations" started with various churchs.)  obviously, i am hopeful that God brings a match to bear soon, and perhaps this could be the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but after my recent months of craziness and three years of drawing blanks in this regard, my confusion has become even more confusing ... and frustrating ... and defeating.  luckily i have an unshakable faith, a wonderful God, an amazing wife, a loving family, and supportive friends.  so in the end ... not really all so bad, aye?&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/6902657346872563084-1192461191675105885?l=gromis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gromis.blogspot.com/feeds/1192461191675105885/comments/default' title='Post 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52QnTAI1-i0/SE_GmAlx57I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/CErvXwLEktE/s72-c/bridge_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6902657346872563084.post-3016536367634048421</id><published>2008-05-29T16:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T07:54:21.052-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling blue'/><title type='text'>flustermatated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i’m frustrated.  i wish i weren’t, and i’ll admit that i’m feeling a tidbit “unspiritual” for it … and maybe that’s valid.  i think a big part of my faith journey really is becoming an academy of contentedness right now.  can i legitimately be content (and joyful … and fulfilled … and [insert spiritually mature characteristic here] …) in my present situation?  especially if it’s not where i want to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;intellectually?  yes.  practically? emotionally?  i’m so sure i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i am waiting for things to work out, to change, for my life’s goals and ambitions and heart’s desire to come to bear.  but perhaps i need to stop waiting for my “ideal” situation to come about and start doing the things that i intend to do when those things take place right away, in the here-and-now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when it comes down to it, Jesus probably didn’t enter the desert and say to himself, “hey now – this whole desert-and-fasting thing will only be forty days.  i can stick it out and then start doing all the stuff i’m supposed to do.”  i bet when the devil started with temptation attack, Jesus wasn’t sure when it would end … he just did what he knew he needed to do.  rely on God.  stay devoted to God.  worship God in all things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;if this is my desert time (or one of my desert times), then i need to have the same attitude, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;again, i know this … it’s the connecting my heart to what my head knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that’s the tough spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;peace – b &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/6902657346872563084-3016536367634048421?l=gromis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gromis.blogspot.com/feeds/3016536367634048421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6902657346872563084&amp;postID=3016536367634048421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6902657346872563084/posts/default/3016536367634048421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6902657346872563084/posts/default/3016536367634048421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gromis.blogspot.com/2008/05/flustermatated.html' title='flustermatated'/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307537345083902495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_52QnTAI1-i0/SCIILWIBFII/AAAAAAAAAEY/BcpqWfTNaVo/S220/brad_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6902657346872563084.post-3256798104408811182</id><published>2008-05-22T13:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T13:52:25.205-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>over-achiever</title><content type='html'>sometimes, i think i try too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't mean this in a woe-is-me, self-pitying kind of way. rather, as liz and i have been trying to pray and talk and wonder through all that God is doing in our lives, i find myself trying to work out exactly what is going to take place. i feel this overwhelming need to know what the next step is going to be, telling myself that i will be faithful to anything God has in store ... if only He will let me know what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i am wondering more and more if this is the faith that God has set out for me to learn. perhaps He wants me to simply trust, simply believe, simply do the little things that i know i am to do without needing to know all the major pieces. faithful with the little things, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i read through fresh wind, fresh fire recently, i was struck by my desire to organize and administrate and operate my faith in a well-refined and structured paradigm, while the faith and the godly life that seems evident in the work of God described in the book was one of simple, profound abandon to the Author of creation. maybe ministry and calling and place-in-life are more found in simply being the child of God than in figuring out the exact place and things i am supposed to be about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope for clarity, for direction, but i hope ever so much more for a renewed passion, a return to my first love for Christ. i hope and pray for the courage to do this and be this even when my planning mind is not assuaged. i need this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am desperate for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace - b&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6902657346872563084-3256798104408811182?l=gromis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gromis.blogspot.com/feeds/3256798104408811182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6902657346872563084&amp;postID=3256798104408811182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6902657346872563084/posts/default/3256798104408811182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6902657346872563084/posts/default/3256798104408811182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gromis.blogspot.com/2008/05/over-achiever.html' title='over-achiever'/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307537345083902495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_52QnTAI1-i0/SCIILWIBFII/AAAAAAAAAEY/BcpqWfTNaVo/S220/brad_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6902657346872563084.post-3772732969380349856</id><published>2008-05-07T14:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T14:47:35.740-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Starting Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A new blog home, a new blog post.  I'm pondering making the switch from Xanga here (loyal Xangian for over four years), so I may cross-post for a little while.  Blogger seems a bit more streamlined, though posting pictures may be a bit more involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes the wild ol' posting life ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peace - B &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6902657346872563084-3772732969380349856?l=gromis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gromis.blogspot.com/feeds/3772732969380349856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6902657346872563084&amp;postID=3772732969380349856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6902657346872563084/posts/default/3772732969380349856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6902657346872563084/posts/default/3772732969380349856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gromis.blogspot.com/2008/05/starting-out.html' title='Starting Out'/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307537345083902495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_52QnTAI1-i0/SCIILWIBFII/AAAAAAAAAEY/BcpqWfTNaVo/S220/brad_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6902657346872563084.post-1144429465225014668</id><published>2008-05-07T14:41:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T13:54:21.953-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emerging church'/><title type='text'>Informal Review - J. Hammett on the Emerging Church</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I belong to a theology discussion group that is just getting started. The first article we reviewed was written by John S. Hammett, a Professor of Theology at Southeastern Baptist Theological Seminary. Below are the thoughts that I had while interacting with the article. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;peace - b&lt;br /&gt;_______________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thoughts on J. Hammett's Article - An Ecclesiological Assessment of the Emerging Church Movement&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://ateam.blogware.com/AnEcclesiologicalAssessment.Hammett.pdf"&gt;(click here for article)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.google.com/group/theology-insightfulness/web/brads-thoughts-on-hammett-article-1"&gt;click here for brad's thoughts on the article&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6902657346872563084-1144429465225014668?l=gromis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='application/pdf' href='http://ateam.blogware.com/AnEcclesiologicalAssessment.Hammett.pdf' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gromis.blogspot.com/feeds/1144429465225014668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6902657346872563084&amp;postID=1144429465225014668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6902657346872563084/posts/default/1144429465225014668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6902657346872563084/posts/default/1144429465225014668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gromis.blogspot.com/2008/05/informal-review-j-hammett-on-emerging.html' title='Informal Review - J. 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