<?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-4397269986945275237</id><updated>2012-02-28T16:29:45.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Spiritual encouragement for men from New Heights Church in Fayetteville, AR.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brian Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01202607478400506423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397269986945275237.post-3336182962190573974</id><published>2012-02-28T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-28T16:29:45.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be a Hose, Not a Bucket</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="WordSection1"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Matthew 28:18-20&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then Jesus came to them and said, &amp;quot;All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me. Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching  them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age.&amp;quot; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2 Timothy 2:2&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And the things you have heard me say in the presence of many witnesses entrust to reliable men who will also be qualified to teach others. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Joshua led the nation of Israel into the Promised Land.&amp;nbsp; By the mighty hand of God they conquered the inhabitants and took possession of the land.&amp;nbsp; That generation saw God&amp;#8217;s mighty works and their hearts belonged to him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The people served the Lord throughout the lifetime of Joshua and of the elders who outlived him and who had seen all the great things the Lord had done for Israel.&amp;nbsp; -- Judges 2:7&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That one sentence covers the brightest spot in the history of Israel.&amp;nbsp; That generation served the Lord.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Three verses later there&amp;#8217;s a train wreck:&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;After that whole generation had been gathered to their fathers, another generation grew up, who knew neither the Lord nor what he had done for Israel. Then the Israelites did evil in the eyes of the Lord and served the Baals.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -- Judges  2:10-11&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What happened!?&amp;nbsp; How can a nation go to hell in one generation?&amp;nbsp; It&amp;#8217;s because their parents were buckets and not hoses.&amp;nbsp; They received and held the knowledge and blessings of God, but they failed in passing it on to their children.&amp;nbsp; The  sweet, pure water of God&amp;#8217;s favor filled up their lives; but it didn&amp;#8217;t run through their lives to the next generation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The same danger threatens the church.&amp;nbsp; Someone has said, &amp;#8220;The church is always one generation away from extinction.&amp;#8221;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; That won&amp;#8217;t happen.&amp;nbsp; Jesus is building his church and the gates of death will not prevail against it.&amp;nbsp; But the church  will be stronger or weaker depending on our obedience to the great commission.&amp;nbsp; If we don&amp;#8217;t pass on our faith to the next generation we&amp;#8217;ll pass away like a mist and many will be lost.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To be effective at making disciples we need to have several spiritual generations in view.&amp;nbsp; We must not be content with &lt;i&gt;being&lt;/i&gt; disciples.&amp;nbsp; The Lord&amp;#8217;s command is that we &lt;i&gt;make &lt;/i&gt;disciples.&amp;nbsp; Just to be safe, let&amp;#8217;s be sure we are making disciples who will make disciples.&amp;nbsp; Not only are we to teach the way of Christ, we must teach our students how to teach the way of Christ.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have not truly learned until my students are teaching others how to teach.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Manly things coming up:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;March 9-10&amp;#8212;New Heights Men&amp;#8217;s Retreat at New Life Ranch&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Food, worship, teaching, outdoor stuff, building friendships.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sign up this Sunday at church or online at &lt;span style="color:#333333"&gt; &lt;a href="w_form_response.php?form_id=47"&gt;https://newheights.ccbchurch.com/w_form_response.php?form_id=47&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333"&gt;Cost:&amp;nbsp; $70 (students $55)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333"&gt;Monday, March 12&amp;#8212;Man Night at The Warehouse&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333"&gt;The first monthly meeting for men designed to help equip men to be men of God&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333"&gt;Grilled burgers (suggested donation $5)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333"&gt;Worship,&amp;nbsp; teaching, and group discussion.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397269986945275237-3336182962190573974?l=nhcmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/feeds/3336182962190573974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2012/02/be-hose-not-bucket.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/3336182962190573974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/3336182962190573974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2012/02/be-hose-not-bucket.html' title='Be a Hose, Not a Bucket'/><author><name>Brian Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01202607478400506423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397269986945275237.post-7789086119346715187</id><published>2012-02-24T12:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-24T12:08:04.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope you do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="WordSection1"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#333333"&gt;Hey Guys,&lt;br&gt; I know I was a little harsh on the last email about not being passive, but I couldn&amp;#8217;t put the last half of that message&amp;nbsp;on there in the interest of not writing a book in these emails.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; The other part of that story is how do we live life with passion? How do we reject passivity? I believe that it&amp;#8217;s not possible without tremendous effort unless you live with hope. You always have to keep in mind that Jesus said that my yoke is easy and my burden  is light. If your life is experiencing some burn out, ask yourself a couple of questions. One, is the story I&amp;#8217;m writing for myself a small one, that I am the center of, and two, am I putting any hope in the creator of this universe; do I believe his heart  for me is good?&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; So for an example of living with hope, I have a young man that works for me that sometimes doesn&amp;#8217;t make the best decisions in life and has suffered the consequences of those decisions. He is really trying to put his life on a good track but occasionally suffers  from getting along with the women in his life, namely his ex and one of our managers. His ex is trying to keep him away from their daughter, which as you can imagine, causes him considerable stress. We sat him down with a law clerk that gave him some advice  with his child custody case which really gave him some hope to be able to see his daughter on a regular basis. The next day, he stopped our manager and asked if everything was ok between them and that he was sorry for any grief he had caused her. Out of the  blue. Unsolicited. There was a situation that was robbing him of hope and when he was able to see a ray of hope in the middle of it, he was willing to humble himself and ask forgiveness. Wow&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; When we are robbed of hope, we can be some pretty rotten people to get along with. When we live with hope, the love and joy of Christ has a much easier time flowing through us to the rest of the world. &amp;#8220;My yoke is easy&amp;#8221; has much to do with how much we trust  Jesus and are following Him!&lt;br&gt; &amp;#8220;and these three remain, faith, hope and love.&amp;#8221;&lt;br&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397269986945275237-7789086119346715187?l=nhcmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/feeds/7789086119346715187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-hope-you-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/7789086119346715187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/7789086119346715187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-hope-you-do.html' title='I hope you do'/><author><name>Alex Hedgepeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09646634459376731670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397269986945275237.post-7485592817509268290</id><published>2012-02-09T12:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T12:21:20.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What have you done lately?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="WordSection1"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Hey Guys,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;One quick word and then an infomercial today.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;The word: Passivity &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;I was watching a movie this weekend and at the end, the main character is monologuing about his last six weeks and how he had quit his job, found out who he was, got in the best shape of his  life, learned how to endure pain, learned some skills, etc. Then he looks at the camera and says &amp;#8220;What have you done the last six weeks?&amp;#8221; Good question. What have you done to move towards the man you want to be and away from all the things that drive you crazy  (or maybe others crazy)?&amp;nbsp; If you&amp;#8217;re sitting still the word for it is Passivity.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;But I&amp;#8217;m at least not hurting anything, right? Wrong. I can name you at least a dozen guys, just that I know personally, whose marriage has failed because of their passivity.&amp;nbsp; They didn&amp;#8217;t beat  their wife, didn&amp;#8217;t have an affair, they just didn&amp;#8217;t step up emotionally or spiritually and it left a hole in their marriage that their wife got sick of trying to fix. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;I have always had a desire to write and I believe that story (fiction) stirs more people that just propositional truths. So this semester I am taking a class at UA to help me learn how to  write fiction. Do you have any idea how proud my wife and kids are of me? Something I wanted to do, a selfish pursuit, if you will, and all they can say is that&amp;#8217;s so cool that you are doing that. I have really been blown away by their reaction.&amp;nbsp; They love  the fact that I&amp;#8217;m not sitting still.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Ok, so how do I get out of this rut I&amp;#8217;m in? My life never changes, you might be saying. I tried this, I tried that, and none of it stuck. Ok, it&amp;#8217;s time for the infomercial now. At our spring  men&amp;#8217;s retreat, every year we talk about following God and His plans for you. We are taking a little different approach to that subject this year and are planning for you guys to stay in your small groups on Saturday while you are geo-caching together. At each  cache there will be time to dialogue about your life in particular areas, and time to dialogue with God about your life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;THENNNNN&amp;#8230;. In April, we are hosting &amp;#8220;It&amp;#8217;s Your Call&amp;#8221; a retreat to help men find out their God given calling and to overcome the obstacles to offering that to the world around you. Gary Barkalow,  the author of &amp;#8220;It&amp;#8217;s Your Call&amp;#8221; will be leading that retreat. I have known Gary personally for many years and he has been instrumental to my journey.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Either or both of these retreats will go a long way in your battle against passivity.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;More info and sign-up on at:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; www.newheightschurch.com/men&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;So will Band of Brothers in the morning at 6 in the warehouse. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Get to fighting, our enemies are winning too many battles.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Your Brother&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Alex&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397269986945275237-7485592817509268290?l=nhcmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/feeds/7485592817509268290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2012/02/what-have-you-done-lately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/7485592817509268290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/7485592817509268290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2012/02/what-have-you-done-lately.html' title='What have you done lately?'/><author><name>Alex Hedgepeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09646634459376731670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397269986945275237.post-4566355044013013501</id><published>2012-02-07T12:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T12:18:00.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creating Opportunities for God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="WordSection1"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;It doesn&amp;#8217;t seem right to suggest that we can &amp;#8220;create opportunities&amp;#8221; for God.&amp;nbsp; How can mere mortals do things that would influence God&amp;#8217;s behavior?&amp;nbsp; Part of me wants to declare that God will do what he wants  to do when he wants to do it and there is nothing I can do to encourage or discourage God from behaving however he wants.&amp;nbsp; But the Bible reveals that God doesn&amp;#8217;t just act&amp;#8212;he interacts.&amp;nbsp; As in any relationship between two independent beings sometimes God initiates  a relational encounter and we respond, or not; and sometimes we initiate the encounter and God responds, or not.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;So perhaps God creates a beautiful sunrise.&amp;nbsp; I see it and respond with praise to the creative Artist who not only made the sunrise but made me.&amp;nbsp; Or maybe I see it and rush on and don&amp;#8217;t worship at all because  I&amp;#8217;m distracted with a big to-do list. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;God has revealed the steps to this dance.&amp;nbsp; He always moves first, but then our response will influence his next move.&amp;nbsp; For example, God blesses us with health and opportunity and we are able to work and produce  wealth.&amp;nbsp; If we hoard the wealth, or waste it, that&amp;#8217;s pretty much the end of the dance.&amp;nbsp; But if we manage it wisely and give generously God responds by throwing open the storehouses of heaven and covering us with even more wealth.&amp;nbsp; Before you know it we&amp;#8217;re  dancing around in the goodness and gifts of heaven, pulling other folks in to join the party. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;I want to respond to God in such a way that his next move thrills my soul and throws light into the darkness.&amp;nbsp; My response creates an opportunity for God to do something wonderful.&amp;nbsp; My failure to respond to  him can throw a wet blanket over the whole thing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;God wants to throw a party.&amp;nbsp; Will you give him the opportunity?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Brian&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397269986945275237-4566355044013013501?l=nhcmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/feeds/4566355044013013501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2012/02/creating-opportunities-for-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/4566355044013013501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/4566355044013013501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2012/02/creating-opportunities-for-god.html' title='Creating Opportunities for God'/><author><name>Brian Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01202607478400506423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397269986945275237.post-5192329916368601631</id><published>2012-01-27T06:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T06:57:12.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it time to eat yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="WordSection1"&gt; &lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" style="width:100.0%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="28" style="width:21.0pt;padding:0in 0in 0in 0in"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top" style="padding:0in 0in 0in 0in"&gt; &lt;p style="margin-top:0in"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ABABAB"&gt;New Heights Men at New Heights Church&lt;br&gt; Message from: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999"&gt;Alex Hedgepeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ABABAB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#333333"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hey Guys,&lt;br&gt; Man, was that a game Monday night? Sorry LSU fans, but you have to admire the effort Bama put into that game.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; What was the difference? In a word, hunger. LSU had spent months hearing about how great they were and Bama stayed hungry to win. There was no doubt who was better prepared. I saw LSU run one play that Bama wasn&amp;#8217;t ready for. I didn&amp;#8217;t see that LSU was ready  for very many of Bama&amp;#8217;s plays. That showed a lot of effort spent during the holidays to get ready for this game.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Now you know that I don&amp;#8217;t talk a lot about sports in this blog, so that game can&amp;#8217;t be my point. Hunger is the point. &amp;#8220;How bad do you want it&amp;#8221; is a topic I have addressed here before, I just had a good example of it this past Monday.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; A friend of mine asked the question &amp;#8220;Do you know the difference between patience and resignation?&amp;#8221; the other day and I think&amp;nbsp;a lot of it boils down to how bad to you want something. A patient man never loses sight of his goal, a resigned man quit thinking about  his goal a long time ago.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; A patient man that follows God knows that God is making him into the kind of man he needs to be to be able to follow God&amp;#8217;s plan for him. That plan that requires faith, wisdom, revelation, risk taking, lots of things that don&amp;#8217;t come easy.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; A resigned man has taken the path of least resistance and is just marking time until he dies wondering why his life has no passion (his wife is wondering that too, btw).&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; So here&amp;#8217;s to the New Year men, not to the resolutions you have already broken, but to something much deeper, the thing that God is using to stir your heart for you to be the man He created you to be. May your journey keep you hungry always.&lt;br&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt; Your Brother&lt;br&gt; Alex&lt;br&gt; Upcoming!&lt;br&gt; Friday Morning at the Warehouse&lt;br&gt; Band of Brothers at 6:00&lt;br&gt; Come and worship, be challenged and pray for you and your brother&amp;#8217;s lives.&lt;br&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt; Spring Men&amp;#8217;s Retreat&lt;br&gt; What Every Man Wants&lt;br&gt; New Life Ranch&lt;br&gt; March 9-10&lt;br&gt; Registration at 5 supper at 6 on Friday.&lt;br&gt; Plan to spend most of Saturday outdoors.&lt;br&gt; Early Bird. If you pay a $25 deposit before Feb. 25&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;, the cost is $60&lt;br&gt; After Feb. 24&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; the cost is $70&lt;br&gt; College guys $55&lt;br&gt; If you would like to scholarship a man in need, please contact Brian Bailey (&lt;a href="mailto:brian@newheightschurch.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;brian@newheightschurch.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ) or Alex (&lt;a href="mailto:alex@pottershousethrift.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;alex@pottershousethrift.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="https://newheights.ccbchurch.com/message_comment_list.php?message_id=2024&amp;amp;vi=1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#F04F15;text-decoration:none"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-If1aD7oaCi8/TyK7SIvLW7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/u6Bbt4B-x3o/s1600/image001-732632.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-If1aD7oaCi8/TyK7SIvLW7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/u6Bbt4B-x3o/s320/image001-732632.gif"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702325998461868978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397269986945275237-5192329916368601631?l=nhcmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/feeds/5192329916368601631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2012/01/is-it-time-to-eat-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/5192329916368601631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/5192329916368601631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2012/01/is-it-time-to-eat-yet.html' title='Is it time to eat yet?'/><author><name>Alex Hedgepeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09646634459376731670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-If1aD7oaCi8/TyK7SIvLW7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/u6Bbt4B-x3o/s72-c/image001-732632.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397269986945275237.post-1723488958248204244</id><published>2012-01-27T06:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T06:55:42.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What are you looking at?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="WordSection1"&gt; &lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" style="width:100.0%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="28" style="width:21.0pt;padding:0in 0in 0in 0in"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top" style="padding:0in 0in 0in 0in"&gt; &lt;p style="margin-top:0in"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ABABAB"&gt;New Heights Men at New Heights Church&lt;br&gt; Message from: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999"&gt;Alex Hedgepeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ABABAB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#333333"&gt;Hey guys,&lt;br&gt; Occasionally you will hear reference to &amp;#8220;how we view life&amp;#8221;. Or you might hear someone talk about what kind of lenses we use in our outlook on life, such as rose colored, referring to someone always looking at the bright side of things.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Though lots of guys don&amp;#8217;t go for the psychological side of things, this is true. Your life experiences, where you live, how you were raised, what kind of philosophies you embrace all color how you view life and the things in it.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; The question for today is: How do you perceive God? What kind of a being is he? What&amp;#8217;s his heart and intentions towards us? I know men that hate the way they react to various situations and they honestly think that is the way God made them, that it is just  their &amp;#8220;personality&amp;#8221;. REALLY? To view God as someone who&amp;#8217;s purpose is to make you miserable, or that following Him is misery, wow. No wonder people are not lining up to get to heaven.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; That goes hand in hand with the perception that God is not actively involved in our lives. I was listening to a Christian kids show the other day on the radio (ok, it caught my attention as I was changing channels). It looked at the life of Solomon and his  downfall with all the wives of other religions he had that led him astray from following God (they would actually do the whiney wife voice). At the end, at the &amp;#8220;just in case you missed it, you imbecile, we are going to shove the point down your throat&amp;#8221; time,  they told the listener that if you are faced with temptation, to pray really hard and God would provide you a way out. Hogwash. That&amp;#8217;s not what the scripture says (which they quoted, btw), the scripture says that God has already provided a way out; you just  need to take it.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 1 Corinthians 10:13 NIV&lt;br&gt; No temptation has seized you except what is common to man. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can stand up under it.&lt;br&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt; Wow, move away from the subject of temptation for a moment and let the implications of that verse sink in for a minute. God provides. Wow, a God that loves us enough to be actively involved in our lives.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; I challenge you as you read scripture to see the different aspects of God and get a real idea of who He is and how He operates. It juuussst might be different from what we have misconceived most of our lives!&lt;br&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt; Upcoming!&lt;br&gt; Friday 6:00 am Band of Brothers Warehouse&lt;br&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt; Spring Men&amp;#8217;s Retreat March 9&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; and 10&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;. More details at our website &lt;a href="http://www.newheights.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;www.newheights.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; look under the men&amp;#8217;s section. Early bird registration discount!&lt;br&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt; NEW!!!!&lt;br&gt; It&amp;#8217;s Your Call Retreat&lt;br&gt; Led by Gary Barkalow, author of the book &amp;#8220;It&amp;#8217;s Your Call&amp;#8221;. Come for a weekend of finding out who god made you to be and how He wants you to offer that to the rest of us.&lt;br&gt; April 20&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;-22&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; More details coming soon to our website. This retreat is being offered regionally, so men will be coming from Little Rock, NWA, Tulsa, etc. If you know anyone that is struggling with their direction, this will be a great  weekend for them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="https://newheights.ccbchurch.com/message_comment_list.php?message_id=2053&amp;amp;vi=1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#F04F15;text-decoration:none"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dh_6IxG9_sk/TyK67qe6PuI/AAAAAAAAAAo/vFgo6zRkkYc/s1600/image001-742202.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dh_6IxG9_sk/TyK67qe6PuI/AAAAAAAAAAo/vFgo6zRkkYc/s320/image001-742202.gif"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702325612383452898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397269986945275237-1723488958248204244?l=nhcmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/feeds/1723488958248204244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-are-you-looking-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/1723488958248204244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/1723488958248204244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-are-you-looking-at.html' title='What are you looking at?'/><author><name>Alex Hedgepeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09646634459376731670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dh_6IxG9_sk/TyK67qe6PuI/AAAAAAAAAAo/vFgo6zRkkYc/s72-c/image001-742202.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397269986945275237.post-397304272319280829</id><published>2012-01-19T15:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T15:12:27.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to love your wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="WordSection1"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#333333"&gt;I received the following from AJ Neufeld and wanted to pass it along.&amp;nbsp; Shared without permission--because we all need to hear it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Hey, men.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt; I wanted to relay some news I heard today.&amp;nbsp; Dr. Jim Walters was a professor for 40 years at John Brown.&amp;nbsp; Almost everyone who has graduated from there since the 1970s until just a couple years ago has taken a course from him.&amp;nbsp; His wife Linda, who suffered from  MS, passed away today.&amp;nbsp; The reason this is significant to you all is that this man was the personification of Christ&amp;#8217;s love towards his wife.&amp;nbsp; She was wheelchair bound for as long as I knew them.&amp;nbsp; She couldn&amp;#8217;t talk or even lift her hands.&amp;nbsp; And yet, he was  almost never without her.&amp;nbsp; He took her to basketball games and to The Market Place to eat.&amp;nbsp; I witnessed him lovingly and slowly feeding her with a fork in one hand and a napkin in the other to catch the food that would fall from her mouth.&amp;nbsp; He would sit over  her shoulder so he could whisper in her ear.&amp;nbsp; They were best friends.&lt;br&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt; I remember in a class I took from him once, he showed off his wedding picture.&amp;nbsp; She was gorgeous and he was puffed up and proud.&amp;nbsp; They looked like a couple madly in love.&amp;nbsp; He then told us how years later they found out she had MS and how she slowly began to  lose functioning, from her legs, to hands and also her voice.&amp;nbsp; Someone once told him that he should divorce her and put her in a home because he&amp;#8217;d done enough.&amp;nbsp; He should get on with his life.&amp;nbsp; Dr. Walters&amp;#8217; eyes flashed with righteous anger as he told our  class that this person was a fool. &amp;nbsp;This person didn&amp;#8217;t understand the love of God for us and how that affects a person.&lt;br&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt; Dr. Walters understood it well.&amp;nbsp; Long before his teaching days should have ended, he retired.&amp;nbsp; Linda had become his life and he couldn&amp;#8217;t stand to be away from her anymore.&amp;nbsp; She needed him full time and he was happy to do it.&amp;nbsp; He wasn&amp;#8217;t trapped by her inability  to function.&amp;nbsp; Rather, he came alive when he was with her. &amp;nbsp;He loved her completely sacrificially in those last years.&amp;nbsp; She was unable to communicate or reciprocate her love to him, but he still smiled at her like a newlywed when they were out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt; I don&amp;#8217;t claim to know the will of God.&amp;nbsp; But I know that He used Dr. Walters to affect me for all eternity because he superbly executed the job of loving his wife.&amp;nbsp; It was like watching art form at the hand of a Da Vinci.&amp;nbsp; But the real rub of it all is that  Dr. Walters isn&amp;#8217;t that special.&amp;nbsp; There is nothing about him that stands out as superior to any other man.&amp;nbsp; He simply understood that the God Who gave him salvation also gave him Linda and everything that came wrapped in that package was a treasure.&lt;br&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt; Men, you all have a treasure.&amp;nbsp; There are some really crummy things that happen to you and to your treasure (some worse than others).&amp;nbsp; But I pray you always remember that she is your second most precious gift ever given to you from your Maker.&amp;nbsp; And I pray that  Christ would manifest Himself in you as you live out your days with her in such a way that someone might tell his friends that you affected them like Dr. Walters affected those of us who crossed his path.&lt;br&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt; Romans 5:6-10 NET&lt;br&gt; &amp;quot;For while we were still helpless, at the right time Christ died for the ungodly. (For rarely will anyone die for a righteous person, though for a good person perhaps someone might possibly dare to die.) But God demonstrates his own love for us, in that while  we were still sinners, Christ died for us. Much more then, because we have now been declared righteous by his blood, we will be saved through him from God&amp;#8217;s wrath. For if while we were enemies we were reconciled to God through the death of his Son, how much  more, since we have been reconciled, will we be saved by his life?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Thanks, AJ.&lt;br&gt; Brian&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Coming Up:&lt;br&gt; 6:15 Every Friday Morning: Band of Brothers meets at The Warehouse (across from Mama Carmen's behind and below Monarch Dental).&amp;nbsp; Tomorrow: Sausage rolls, muffins, coffee and orange juice.&amp;nbsp; Dr. Thomas Soerens teaching.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; March 9-10&lt;br&gt; New Heights Men's Retreat led by Alex Hedgepeth and The Dog Soldiers.&amp;nbsp; Online registration will be available soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397269986945275237-397304272319280829?l=nhcmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/feeds/397304272319280829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2012/01/how-to-love-your-wife.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/397304272319280829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/397304272319280829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2012/01/how-to-love-your-wife.html' title='How to love your wife'/><author><name>Brian Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01202607478400506423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397269986945275237.post-1587418792817515966</id><published>2012-01-05T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T08:03:14.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you a noble man?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="WordSection1"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#333333"&gt;Isa 32:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#333333"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Each man will be like a shelter from the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;and a refuge from the storm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;like streams of water in the desert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;and the shadow of a great rock in a thirsty land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Isa 32:8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;The noble man makes noble plans,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;and by noble deeds he stands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#333333"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt; Are you a noble man?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; The word means generous, magnanimous, large-hearted.&amp;nbsp; It carries the idea of being a provider and protector for many other people.&amp;nbsp; As Isaiah 32:2 indicates, the noble man is a shelter, a refuge and a source of protection and refreshment for those who are wandering  in the desert and lost in the storms of life.&lt;br&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt; &lt;i&gt;The noble man makes noble plans&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br&gt; Here at the beginning of 2012 many of us are in planning mode.&amp;nbsp; Are your plans noble plans?&amp;nbsp; Are you planning to do things and undertake projects that will express a generous heart and provide shade and drink for those in need?&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; As we get rolling on a new year&amp;nbsp;I encourage you to ask yourself--This year, who needs to&amp;nbsp;drink from my stream and sit in my shade?&amp;nbsp; Invite them in.&amp;nbsp; Let's live nobly.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4tXTQl67wyk/TwXJw-nEn_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/y_5R3w72doQ/s1600/image001-794263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4tXTQl67wyk/TwXJw-nEn_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/y_5R3w72doQ/s320/image001-794263.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694179147157643250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397269986945275237-1587418792817515966?l=nhcmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/feeds/1587418792817515966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2012/01/are-you-noble-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/1587418792817515966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/1587418792817515966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2012/01/are-you-noble-man.html' title='Are you a noble man?'/><author><name>Brian Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01202607478400506423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4tXTQl67wyk/TwXJw-nEn_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/y_5R3w72doQ/s72-c/image001-794263.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397269986945275237.post-3314199213162994714</id><published>2011-12-05T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T11:22:28.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Offer What you Have</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="WordSection1"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Hey Guys,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;I hope you had a great Thanksgiving. It was my first year to experience a child coming home for the holidays, so that was different and great at the same time. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;One of my families many hobbies are to watch movies together. The more meaningful the movie, the bigger the chance is that we will all go together to see it in the theater. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;So, this weekend, we all had the urge to see Hugo. I had read that it will be a classic and it is in my book. So, my question to you is: what makes things a classic?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;A classic has to reach down deep into our souls and touch something, or awaken something. Something we wish we could experience every day of our lives.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;One of the most common themes of classics is that things are not always what they seem. That little sweet grandma is really an evil witch, there Hansel. Grandma sure has some big teeth (why  do we pick on grandmas so much, btw?). That ring that is so plain holds the power over Middle Earth if it falls into the wrong hands. That horrible man that is such a skinflint was actually a great boy that got done wrong so many times that he lost all hope  of a normal life and shut out all of his relationships except the one with money.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;We recognize those kinds of stories because it&amp;#8217;s the story we are living in. We know the power of the blows against our heart that cause us to give up on our dreams. We feel like we have so  much more to offer than the world knows. If only&amp;#8230;&amp;#8230; seems to be a common cry of our hearts. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;What does Christianity say to all of this? It&amp;#8217;s the story of Christianity also. That snake in the garden with the great proposal? He&amp;#8217;s out to destroy the human race. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;That little boy? He&amp;#8217;s a giant killer. That shepherd in need of a speech pathologist? He will lead millions on one of the greatest epic journeys of all time. That baby born out there with all  the animals? He&amp;#8217;s the savior of the world.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;I received an email recently about a janitor at the Air Force Academy that was treated, well, like a janitor, like someone that didn&amp;#8217;t matter as long as he did his job. Someone found out that  he had won a medal of honor in WWII and everyone&amp;#8217;s attitude towards him changed. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;My question is this- why does someone have to do something grand before we treat them with the dignity and respect they deserve as being one of God&amp;#8217;s creations? One of His beloved. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;My next question is a little more hopeful. What is there about you that is not what it seems on the surface? What God-given gifts are you hiding? What would you love to share with everyone,  but feel like no one wants it?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Here is something to try while we go into the holidays and lots of family gatherings. Look around and try to draw out those that don&amp;#8217;t seem to be offering much. They may be like lots of us  and are just waiting for an invitation or permission to be the person God made them to be. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Here&amp;#8217;s to seeing the truth about yourself&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Alex&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Remember &lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Band of Brothers 6:00 Friday mornings, the warehouse&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Opportunities to server abound at New Heights.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Small group leaders for adults and youth, children&amp;#8217;s ministry workers, set up, take down crew, greeting, Potters House, and the list goes on and on.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;If you feel like getting involved, pull someone aside and ask. You won&amp;#8217;t have to ask many people before someone finds something for you to do.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397269986945275237-3314199213162994714?l=nhcmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/feeds/3314199213162994714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2011/12/offer-what-you-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/3314199213162994714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/3314199213162994714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2011/12/offer-what-you-have.html' title='Offer What you Have'/><author><name>Alex Hedgepeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09646634459376731670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397269986945275237.post-6267556869703271330</id><published>2011-11-23T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T18:41:38.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Prevent Spiritual Insanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="WordSection1"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Deut 8:10-18&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When you have eaten and are satisfied, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;praise the Lord your God&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for the good land he has given you. Be careful that you do not forget the Lord your God, failing to observe his commands, his laws and his decrees that I am giving  you this day.&amp;nbsp; Otherwise, when you eat and are satisfied, when you build fine houses and settle down, and when your herds and flocks grow large and your silver and gold increase and all you have is multiplied, then your heart will become proud and you will  forget the Lord your God&amp;#8230;. You may say to yourself, &amp;quot;My power and the strength of my hands have produced this wealth for me.&amp;quot; But remember the Lord your God, for it is he who gives you the ability to produce wealth&amp;#8230;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Rom 1:21-25&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For although they knew God&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;, they neither glorified him as God nor gave thanks to him&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, but their thinking became futile and their foolish hearts were darkened. Although they claimed to be wise, they became fools &amp;#8230; They exchanged  the truth of God for a lie, and worshiped and served created things rather than the Creator &amp;#8212; who is forever praised. Amen. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There are a lot of good reasons to give thanks.&amp;nbsp; For one thing, it is just the right thing to do, considering all that we have been given.&amp;nbsp; But it&amp;#8217;s good to keep in mind that &lt;i&gt;the failure&lt;/i&gt; to give thanks and to praise God sets you up for disaster.&amp;nbsp; When we fail to acknowledge God as the giver of every gift we become self-centered rather than God-centered.&amp;nbsp; We start thinking that we are the ones who have produced these good  things in our lives, or we give credit to a false god&amp;#8212;in other words we become spiritually insane.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What a blessing that as a nation we have a day set aside for thanksgiving.&amp;nbsp; What a great reminder that all the good things we enjoy are gifts from above.&amp;nbsp; Of course, we need more than one day to keep ourselves from going spiritually insane.&amp;nbsp;  Our lives should be characterized by gratitude.&amp;nbsp; Our speech should always include thanksgiving&amp;#8212;it&amp;#8217;s what keep you from going crazy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Have a great celebration tomorrow!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Brian&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No Band of Brothers this Friday.&amp;nbsp; See you on Dec. 2&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397269986945275237-6267556869703271330?l=nhcmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/feeds/6267556869703271330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2011/11/how-to-prevent-spiritual-insanity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/6267556869703271330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/6267556869703271330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2011/11/how-to-prevent-spiritual-insanity.html' title='How to Prevent Spiritual Insanity'/><author><name>Brian Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01202607478400506423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397269986945275237.post-7258001836823967513</id><published>2011-11-10T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T12:22:15.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Will You Quit Pornography?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="WordSection1"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#333333"&gt;That&amp;#8217;s the question God asked me many years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#666666"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#333333"&gt;At the time I was choosing to ignore his voice and believe the lies of the enemy.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Lies like....&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&amp;#8220;It&amp;#8217;s not hurting anyone&amp;#8221;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;--(LIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#666666"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#333333"&gt;It&amp;#8217;s hurting you and your wife, or future wife, and your children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#666666"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#333333"&gt;Secrets kill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#666666"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#333333"&gt;Fantasy sex creates a messed up view of the real thing).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#666666"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#333333"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&amp;#8220;It&amp;#8217;s just a private thing, it doesn&amp;#8217;t affect me spiritually&amp;#8221;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;#8212;(LIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#666666"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#333333"&gt;It undermines intimacy between you and God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#666666"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#333333"&gt;You know in your heart he condemns it).&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&amp;#8220;God created beauty to be enjoyed&amp;#8221;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;#8212;(LIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#666666"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#333333"&gt;Very clever, but no, some beauty is not for you).&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&amp;#8220;When it really starts affecting my life I&amp;#8217;ll quit&amp;#8221;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;#8212;(LIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#666666"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#333333"&gt;The words of a slave who is trying to convince himself he&amp;#8217;s free).&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&amp;#8220;This is the last time&amp;#8221;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;#8212;(LIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#666666"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#333333"&gt;That feeling of revulsion and self-loathing ebbs away sooner than you think).&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; About eight and a half years ago God was gracious to me&amp;#8212;my wife found me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#666666"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#333333"&gt;The thing that brought me to repentance and has enabled me to stay away from porn for 8 ½ years was the wounded look in her eyes and the shock and confusion in the faces  of our children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#666666"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#333333"&gt;Never again.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; I&amp;#8217;m troubled by the number of men who follow Christ in many areas of their life and yet do not renounce pornography, or can&amp;#8217;t seem to break free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#666666"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#333333"&gt;Many men have struggled with it for so long that they can&amp;#8217;t imagine life without  it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#666666"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#333333"&gt;How can God bless that?&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Let&amp;#8217;s reject the justifications and half-hearted attempts to get control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#666666"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#333333"&gt;Some of you reading this may need to get rid of your computer and the data plan with your phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#666666"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#333333"&gt;At least get some filtering or reporting software (by the way&amp;#8212;if you know the password, the software is useless).&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; More importantly we need to address the boredom, loneliness, anger, depression, fear, woundedness&amp;nbsp;etc. that drive us to use porn as an emotional narcotic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#666666"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#333333"&gt;&amp;#8220;More than Conquerors&amp;#8221; or &amp;#8220;Celebrate Recovery&amp;#8221; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#666666"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#333333"&gt;or private counseling can help you in those areas.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; If anyone reading this is ready to be free please get in touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#666666"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#333333"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Brian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397269986945275237-7258001836823967513?l=nhcmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/feeds/7258001836823967513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2011/11/when-will-you-quit-pornography.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/7258001836823967513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/7258001836823967513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2011/11/when-will-you-quit-pornography.html' title='When Will You Quit Pornography?'/><author><name>Brian Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01202607478400506423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397269986945275237.post-6395094541604625935</id><published>2011-11-04T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T07:46:00.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you Free?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="WordSection1"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Are you Free?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Ahhhhh, my last Friday of Daylight savings time.&amp;nbsp; That arbitrary designation of the measurement of the passing of the sun. That government ruling that is slowly turning us into a nation of  midnight loving zombies.&amp;nbsp; I firmly believe there are thousands of questions that you will never hear in heaven, and one of them is &amp;#8220;what time is it?&amp;#8221; Thank. You. God. Another will probably be &amp;#8220;what&amp;#8217;s he do for a living?&amp;#8221;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;We put lots of judgments on things and people every day. We tend to judge worth by money, looks, achievement, you name it. Osoela McCarty was a black woman in Hattisburg, MS, who, most of  her life, did laundry for other people (for 78 years). You can imagine that outside of her family and customers, no one knew who she was or cared. Late in her life, she donated $150,000 to USM to, in her words, send someone&amp;#8217;s kids to college. Instantly, she  was in every newspaper, TV show, you name it for the achievement of saving this money and then selflessly giving it to an institution that had never recognized or affirmed her in any way.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Why did we respond to her gift in this way? I believe that deep down we are amazed at the kind of selflessness that says &amp;#8220;I am free from your judgments. Free to live and love on my own terms,  rather than believe the place the world wants to put me in&amp;#8221;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Men, we were born to live in a paradise where we walked with God and everything we needed to be a human came from Him. We walked away from that and ever since we have been comparing ourselves  to others. I sincerely believe that most of the unmanly things we do are rooted in ourselves going to others to tell us who we are rather than God. It is the rare man indeed that is not captive to public opinion, or private opinion, for that matter but rather  lives by God&amp;#8217;s opinion. That, my friends, is freedom indeed. And for most of us, it doesn&amp;#8217;t even compute. We don&amp;#8217;t even question Daylight savings time, much less how we got like we are.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;You want to do something courageous this weekend? Go spend some time alone with God and ask Him what He thinks about you. As a man. Then live from that, instead of the judgments the fallen  voices of this world has put upon you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Enjoy the journey, my friends&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Alex&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397269986945275237-6395094541604625935?l=nhcmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/feeds/6395094541604625935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2011/11/are-you-free.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/6395094541604625935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/6395094541604625935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2011/11/are-you-free.html' title='Are you Free?'/><author><name>Alex Hedgepeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09646634459376731670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397269986945275237.post-8288676680965359931</id><published>2011-10-27T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T08:28:33.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Press On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="WordSection1"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Philippians 3:12-14&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me. 13 Brothers, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, 14 I press  on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1 Corinthians 9:24-27&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;24 Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize. 25 Everyone who competes in the games goes into strict training. They do it to get a crown that will not last;  but we do it to get a crown that will last forever. 26 Therefore I do not run like a man running aimlessly; I do not fight like a man beating the air. 27 No, I beat my body and make it my slave so that after I have preached to others, I myself will not be  disqualified for the prize. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A little over a year ago I took up bike riding.&amp;nbsp; The first day out we rode 8½ miles and I threw up at the end.&amp;nbsp; Last Saturday Stu and I rode 100 miles.&amp;nbsp; Here are a few observations about the experience and some spiritual parallels:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We tend to over-estimate what we can accomplish in the short term, and under-estimate what we can do over time&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; That first time out I wasn&amp;#8217;t really ready for 8½ miles&amp;#8212;I never imagined at the time that a year later I would do 100.&amp;nbsp;  Most of us can accomplish more for the kingdom of Christ than we think we can&amp;#8212;it&amp;#8217;ll just take longer than a week.&amp;nbsp; In order to do great things you have to do little things for a long time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The body is an amazing thing&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Push it and ask it to do more and it rises to the challenge.&amp;nbsp; It gets stronger and works more efficiently, drops the fat and adds muscle.&amp;nbsp; Your spiritual man is the same way.&amp;nbsp; Challenge him to do greater  things and the indwelling Holy Spirit makes him able.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Everything is better in community.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;We need positive peer pressure and companionship.&amp;nbsp; Whether it&amp;#8217;s riding bikes or winning the nations to Christ&amp;#8212;you shouldn&amp;#8217;t attempt it alone.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Achieving the goal is the motivation&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Last Saturday at mile 93 our friend, Dan, was in agony.&amp;nbsp; He was riding with new shoes and his feet were killing him.&amp;nbsp; Did he finish the ride?&amp;nbsp; You bet!&amp;nbsp; No matter how much he was hurting, stopping  with only 7 miles left was not an option.&amp;nbsp; I hope you can envision crossing the finish line into the joy of your Master, and that it is real to you.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Finish strong!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Press on.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Brian&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397269986945275237-8288676680965359931?l=nhcmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/feeds/8288676680965359931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2011/10/press-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/8288676680965359931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/8288676680965359931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2011/10/press-on.html' title='Press On'/><author><name>Brian Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01202607478400506423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397269986945275237.post-2095438185019984919</id><published>2011-09-26T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T12:49:43.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What are you going to do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="WordSection1"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9.0pt;color:#333333;"   &gt;Hey Guys,&lt;br /&gt;I’m freshly returned from conducting a retreat with several other Dog Soldiers in Kansas City. To watch men connect with God and see God work out the things in their lives that are particular to each man…… it’s just stunning. Which leads me to my first topic  today, and that is that next Tuesday morning, Oct. 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;, this year’s group of Dog Soldiers will start. I have several great guys signed up and excited to get started, and yes there is room for several more. Let me know if you are interested by replying  to this email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now far some thoughts. I was reading an article in National Geographic’s Adventure magazine titled “How to Survive Anything” and it was more about the mental condition that you need to be able to survive a disaster be it man-made, natural, or an adventure gone  awry. Do the next right thing was some good advice, rather than worrying about anything else that can go wrong. Then I came to one that said to take control. The author pointed out that Illinois has 50% more tornados than Alabama, yet far fewer people died  in those tornados than in Alabama. An Ivy league school did a study on this and came to the conclusion that it was the people in Alabama’s belief in God that did them in. That they believed that there was nothing they could do about anything, so they didn’t  do what they could to protect themselves from a natural disaster like that and the people in Illinois would do what they could control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting. Where is the line between God’s sovereignty and our choice? Theologians will probably argue this one until the rapture, but I would like to offer some thoughts on the idea of choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you will go and pull the word choice out of the Bible, you will see two interesting ideas. One, God chooses things, us, Jerusalem, His plan; and we get to choose who we will give our hearts to. God and his ways, or ways that are not of God. Most of what  you see in the old testament of God getting ticked off is because of us choosing something besides Him.  He is like a jealous lover in this regard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs, in particular, asks us to choose wisdom, over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why this in an email to men? Because your choices are what makes you a man. Or not. Every day you will have choices of what to do with your time, temptation, your reactions, what to do with your money, loving your wife or not, the list goes on and on. Being  a good man involves choosing the right, or God-led choice every time, regardless of the pain, or personal cost involved. This is where courage and faith go hand in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to knowing that God has our back in the choices He wants us to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.0pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397269986945275237-2095438185019984919?l=nhcmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/feeds/2095438185019984919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-are-you-going-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/2095438185019984919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/2095438185019984919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-are-you-going-to-do.html' title='What are you going to do?'/><author><name>Alex Hedgepeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09646634459376731670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397269986945275237.post-3173555537397904917</id><published>2011-09-22T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T12:52:17.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gumption</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gumption:&amp;nbsp; b&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;oldness of enterprise; initiative or aggressiveness; guts; spunk; get-up-and-go&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John, Jordan and I were sitting in my office the other day thinking  great thoughts (for this is what paid religious professionals do) and  discussing the finer points of gumption.&amp;nbsp; As always, we came up with  more questions than answers:&amp;nbsp; Is a person born with gumption or is  gumptacity developed and learned? If a person is naturally gumptous can  they teach others to be the same?&amp;nbsp; How is gumptocity measured? &amp;nbsp;If Paul  &amp;nbsp;(himself a veritable gumptuoso) were writing today would gumption be  listed as one of the fruits of the Spirit, or would it be a spiritual  gift? Did Forrest Gump’s name inspire gumptiousness in him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these questions notwithstanding, we know that gumption is a good  thing. &amp;nbsp;Gumption is what made Abraham leave his family and people to go  to a land God would show him.&amp;nbsp; Gumption brought Moses before Pharaoh.&amp;nbsp;  It compelled David to attack Goliath.&amp;nbsp; It helped Jeremiah boldly  proclaim unpopular truth.&amp;nbsp; Gumption is what the early church prayed for  when the foundations of their building shook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s what made my friend Greg, an out-of-work business analyst, deliver  pizza to make ends meet.&amp;nbsp; It’s what enables a widower to stay involved  in church and other activities when he’d rather hold his wife’s picture  and cry.&amp;nbsp; It’s the thing that makes a business owner keep moving when  things are looking bad.&amp;nbsp; It’s what carries the college student through  to graduation.&amp;nbsp; It enables parents to never stop praying for their  children.&amp;nbsp; It moves a person from the couch across the finish line of a  marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get gumption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gumptitiously Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Brian&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/4397269986945275237-3173555537397904917?l=nhcmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/feeds/3173555537397904917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2011/10/gumption.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/3173555537397904917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/3173555537397904917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2011/10/gumption.html' title='Gumption'/><author><name>Brian Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01202607478400506423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397269986945275237.post-715843483115853404</id><published>2011-09-14T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T12:52:58.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Go to Church</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;Going to&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;is kind of like CPR—if it works there’s no wrong way to do it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;However, there are methods which, if followed, will increase the effectiveness of CPR.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Those who save the most lives with CPR follow a certain procedure.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;It’s the same with going to&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;church&lt;/span&gt;—those who benefit the most and who have the most influence in the lives of others on Sunday morning approach the event with a great deal of intentionality and purpose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;Here are a few tips to maximize your Sunday morning worship with the body of Christ:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;starts Saturday night&lt;/b&gt;—when you’re asleep.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;If you’re still going strong after midnight chances are your time with the&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;won’t be what it could be if you get a good night’s sleep.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Go to bed!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Simple math saves day!&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;If&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;starts&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;10:45, what time will Johnny have to wake up, shower, eat breakfast, get dressed, get the kids ready, get everyone in the car, make the drive, check the kids into children’s ministry, and ride the shuttle to the club to be there 5 minutes early?&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;This is not a difficult problem—a few simple calculations can change your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Remember—it’s not about you.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;The beautiful paradox is that when we make&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;church&lt;/span&gt;not about us, we receive a greater blessing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;But if we enter into worship with a consumer mentality, and concerned that we get our needs met, we’re missing something.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Often on Sunday morning I see my friend, Richard, just standing in the gym looking around.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I know what he’s up to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;He’s talking to God, asking who it is he needs to connect with, to pray for, to encourage.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Richard enters worship with a heart to serve, not to be served.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Let’s all do that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&lt;span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fully engage,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;and allow others to do the same.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;When you walk through the doors, let your thoughts fly to the throne of Christ.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;If someone is on the stage, focus and allow yourself to be led by them in worship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;We have precious little time together on Sunday mornings.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Let’s make every minute count.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Brian &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/4397269986945275237-715843483115853404?l=nhcmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/feeds/715843483115853404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-to-go-to-church.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/715843483115853404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/715843483115853404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-to-go-to-church.html' title='How to Go to Church'/><author><name>Brian Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01202607478400506423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397269986945275237.post-5995388633901501229</id><published>2011-09-02T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T12:49:23.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Country Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="WordSection1"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9.0pt;color:#333333;"   &gt;Preaching Country Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to a newer country song the other day that was talking about the voices that the singer hears in his head all the time. Words from his grandfather to not drink too much, Mom telling him to tithe, and other significant people in his past and  the advice that they gave him all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my question to you is what voices do you hear in your head? It’s all well and great to get nostalgic about things you remember loved ones telling you, but where do those OTHER voices come from? The ones that tell you that you are dumb, an idiot, a screw  up? Where do they come from and what do you do with the message of those voices? You really need an answer to those questions in your life, if you intend on being the man you want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rom. 8:1 tells us that there is no commendation for those who are in Christ. So, the voice of God is never condemning. If you hear a voice telling you how sorry you are, that’s not God. Which leads me to another new country song that I love by Miranda Lambert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The chorus goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I heard Jesus, He drank wine   /   And I bet we'd get along just fine   /   He could calm a storm and heal the blind   /   And I bet He'd understand a heart like mine   /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love the thought of there not being anything Jesus can’t accomplish and the inner workings of my being aren’t any surprise or problem for Him! He understands. Don’t believe me, just ask Him. Ask Him which of those voices are His and what you need to  do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strength for the Battle to you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397269986945275237-5995388633901501229?l=nhcmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/feeds/5995388633901501229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2011/10/country-music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/5995388633901501229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/5995388633901501229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2011/10/country-music.html' title='Country Music'/><author><name>Alex Hedgepeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09646634459376731670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397269986945275237.post-2820897964711722856</id><published>2011-08-24T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T12:55:03.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrows in Flight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Psalms 127:3-4&lt;br /&gt;Sons are a heritage from the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;children a reward from him.&lt;br /&gt;Like arrows in the hands&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;a warrior&lt;br /&gt;are sons born in one's youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week Leslie and I turned the page and began another chapter in life.&amp;nbsp; We are now in the “empty nest” stage&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;life.&amp;nbsp; The last two kids moved out in the same week.&amp;nbsp; In a sense we are excited about what lies ahead.&amp;nbsp; We expect it to be a time&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;productivity in our work and a lot more flexibility in our free time.&amp;nbsp; We expect it to be a “we-haven’t-lost-our-children-&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;we’ve-gained-a-bathroom” kind&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; experience.&amp;nbsp; I know there will be a lot&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;positives in this stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time I can’t help but wonder how I’ve done as a dad.&amp;nbsp; Are they ready?&amp;nbsp; Can they handle independence?&amp;nbsp; Will they live unselfishly?&amp;nbsp; Will they continue to grow in Christ?&amp;nbsp; Will they be a blessing to those around them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I reflect on the past 23 years and 5 months&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;child-rearing, I know there are things I could have done better as a dad.&amp;nbsp; But something Jim said in a talk a couple&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;months ago has given me great comfort and hope—“Prayer trumps bad parenting!”&amp;nbsp; If there is anything that Leslie and I have done correctly, it is that we have been consistent in praying for and with our kids.&amp;nbsp; In the past week our intercession for the kids has only intensified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The arrows are loosed and are in flight.&amp;nbsp; Will they hit the target?&amp;nbsp; Not if it all depends on my skills as a parent.&amp;nbsp; But I am confident that he who began a good work in them will carry it on to completion until the day&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Christ Jesus (Philippians 1:6).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397269986945275237-2820897964711722856?l=nhcmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/feeds/2820897964711722856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2011/10/arrows-in-flight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/2820897964711722856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/2820897964711722856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2011/10/arrows-in-flight.html' title='Arrows in Flight'/><author><name>Brian Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01202607478400506423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397269986945275237.post-8571852338821116974</id><published>2011-08-10T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T12:49:01.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poser, Me.....????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="WordSection1"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9.0pt;color:#333333;"   &gt;Hey men,&lt;br /&gt;So a few weeks ago, I gave you a story from John Shore about a man posing. Posing, you might have asked, "what is that and how does it pertain to me?” “ I don’t keep my knowledge sources from my son.” Well, posing is just a term for the things we do to cover  up our insecurities, doubts, and fears. Oh yes, fears. The original poser? Adam. “I heard your voice and I was afraid” (remember that was right after he didn’t kill the snake in the garden).&lt;br /&gt;So, you think you aren’t scared of anything? I did for years, and if you looked at my life you would have thought maybe not. But the truth was that there were LOTS of situations that I avoided just because I wasn’t sure how they would turn out.  Posers (us)  usually only fight battles they (we) know they (we) can win, and when they (we) get into one that they (we) are not sure of, they (we) usually do much damage to their (our) heart and the hearts of others around them (us).&lt;br /&gt;Where does it come from? Adam? Our sinful nature? Part of modern religion would like for you to believe that it is our fallen nature and that there is not much you can do about it (you know, the whole man is depraved thing). My experience has been otherwise,  though our nature does have something to do with it. Most of our posing has its roots in our getting our heart broken at some point in our life. Unmet expectations or awful actions of our parents, friends, authority figures (all of which are posers too, you  know), all have an effect on our hearts and lead us into protective actions and we call that posing. It can go so far and so deep that we think it is our God-given personality. Really??? God would give us something we hate about ourselves? No wonder He gets  such a bad rap in this world.&lt;br /&gt;So what does Jesus have to say about this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to heal the broken hearted&lt;br /&gt;And set the captive free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jesus announced His mission on this earth, that is the scripture he used. Out of all the messianic prophecies He could have chosen, He used that one. Is it true then, can you be whole-hearted? Can you be the man you have always wanted to be? Strong, faithful,  loving, respected? Can your wife be grateful for how well you love her? Can your kids be radiant with affirmation etc, etc? You bet.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I’m ready to sign on the dotted line, close the deal, what do I need to do?&lt;br /&gt;It’s pretty easy, actually, it just requires child like faith that God is really for you, that scripture is true, there is no condemnation for those in Christ, and then to take your hearts deep thirst for affirmation to Jesus, instead of other people (or wherever  you take it to, that just happens to be one of our biggest fears). To be free of the fear of what others think, now that’s freedom indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s to the Real you!&lt;br /&gt;Alex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397269986945275237-8571852338821116974?l=nhcmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/feeds/8571852338821116974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2011/10/poser-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/8571852338821116974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/8571852338821116974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2011/10/poser-me.html' title='A Poser, Me.....????'/><author><name>Alex Hedgepeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09646634459376731670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397269986945275237.post-1122807987779595074</id><published>2011-07-27T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T12:50:07.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You may already be a hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;A couple&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;weeks ago Leslie and I met an interesting fellow by the name&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Doug.&amp;nbsp; Doug runs a bed and breakfast on the Katy Trail.&amp;nbsp; He is a very positive and outgoing fellow---super friendly, a great encourager, and someone who places a high value on friendship and living life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doug shared a story with us about how several years ago he was almost killed on a Dallas freeway.&amp;nbsp; It was not the way that most people are almost killed on Dallas freeways—he was the random target&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;freeway sniper!&amp;nbsp; As he was driving along a hole suddenly appeared in his front windshield, the passenger side window had shattered, and he was covered with blood because&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;of &lt;/span&gt;the flying glass.&amp;nbsp; The sniper’s bullet had entered by the side window and went through the windshield, missing Doug by a fraction&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;an inch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doug said that he had always felt that God had some special plan for him, and after the sniper incident that sense&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;destiny intensified.&amp;nbsp; He used to fantasize about what his great purpose would be.&amp;nbsp; He pictured himself running to the rescue and saving the life&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;a child, or some similar heroic deed.&amp;nbsp; Somehow he would be in the right place at the right time and throwing caution to the wind in the face&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;great danger with only seconds to spare he would save the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as Doug has grown older and developed a more mature view&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;life he realizes that heroic deeds and high purposes may be accomplished in very quiet, unassuming ways.&amp;nbsp; A kind word to a stranger may turn the tide&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;depression.&amp;nbsp; A prayer for a friend may be the thing that changes the course&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;his life.&amp;nbsp; A small service rendered with a great attitude may become the door&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;great blessing in another person’s life—and you may never know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our words and actions can have profound influence that we may never see.&amp;nbsp; The smallest words and actions can have world-changing impact.&amp;nbsp; Let us speak and act with that in mind.&amp;nbsp; Who knows?&amp;nbsp; You may save a life today, and never know it until you stand before Christ and receive your reward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397269986945275237-1122807987779595074?l=nhcmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/feeds/1122807987779595074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2011/07/you-may-already-be-hero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/1122807987779595074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/1122807987779595074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2011/07/you-may-already-be-hero.html' title='You may already be a hero'/><author><name>Brian Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01202607478400506423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397269986945275237.post-8890451573984771208</id><published>2011-07-20T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T12:48:40.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats Your Poser?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="WordSection1"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9.0pt;color:#333333;"   &gt;Hey Guys,&lt;br /&gt;I have wanted to post something about our “posing” here for awhile, but it’s really hard to do that without being viewed as judgmental (or BEING judgemental for that matter). Truth be known, we all do it. Oh yea, for those not familiar with the term, posing  can be defined as what we offer the world that we think will make others think more highly of us than we do ourselves; at least that’s my definition. If we talk incessantly, spout off our knowledge; control others through manipulation or even violence, you  know, all those things we hate about ourselves, and sometimes think we are powerless to change. So, to avoid appearing judgmental, and to further explain what I mean about posing, I’m going to let John Shore relate a story for me. John is a brilliant writer,  though he tends to get way out there theologically, he hits some gold mines like this occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed tuned at the end for some dove hunt info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From John Shore:&lt;br /&gt;The other day I went to the San Diego Zoo (yay!), because if you can’t stare at animals while they’re wondering what went wrong with their lives, what good are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was standing alone, beholding the Malayan sun bears, when a father and son came up to the rail beside me. The boy was maybe seven; his father, in belted shorts, tucked-in printed T-shirt, and baseball cap, certainly dressed like he was. But whatever. I was  there to stare at the animals in the pens.&lt;br /&gt;The boy pointed at the lolling bears, and asked his dad what kind they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s the Helarctos malayanus,” the man pronounced. He went on to give a considerable dissertation on what sun bears eat, where they live, how long they live, how much they typically weigh, and how you could tell the males from the females. What luck for  me: that guy really knew his bears! Throughout his talk I kept my eyes on the bears, the better to absorb his information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toward the end of his Malayan Sun Bears 101, I looked over at the professor. That guy didn’t know anything more about bears than I do. He was reading from the informative placard the good people at the San Diego Zoo put before every animal display, in case  the animal’s hiding and you feel like doing a little reading. And he was trying to hide that he was doing that; he was sneaking his looks at the placard. He had actually positioned his body to block the boy from knowing the placard was there at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This faux-yogi of bears was trying to trick his kid (and also me, I guess; he wasn’t exactly whispering) into thinking that he just happened to be the world’s leading expert on Malayan sun bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wretched charlatan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, what man hasn’t done that? That’s what all men do, all the time. It’s like one of the testicles of every man in the world is named Know, and the other Everything. Once those bad boys drop, every guy is instantly committed to the idea of being Fully  Knowledgeable about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wretched burden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really does bite Malayan sun bear booty. Men feel that they must be … well, perfect beings, basically—or they fail. Part of the emotional burden men carry is the pervasive, ever-present conviction that being a man means they’re supposed to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Know everything&lt;br /&gt;2.Be like a magnet to women&lt;br /&gt;3.Be in complete control of their emotions&lt;br /&gt;4.Make a ton of money&lt;br /&gt;5.Be exceptionally wise&lt;br /&gt;6.Be naturally athletic&lt;br /&gt;7.Have everything always go exactly as they planned&lt;br /&gt;8.Scoff at physical pain&lt;br /&gt;9.Know all about cars (and machines in general)&lt;br /&gt;10.Be able to talk with animals&lt;br /&gt;(Well, maybe not talk with animals. But I certainly expect dogs to instinctively obey me, and horses to be compelled by the power of my animal magnetism to do my bidding. And if I were honest, I’d have to admit that I would expect any wolf I came across in  the wild to right away show its acquiescence to my domination by whimpering and lowering its head. But I don’t expect to chat with gophers or rats about the weather, or anything like that. I’m not stupid.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this drive to be impenetrably perfect is the reason that on average men die four years sooner than women. They die from the stress of having to be someone they can’t possibly be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough, I say! It’s time that we men relieved ourselves in the bushes of having to be right all the time. That God made us in his image doesn’t mean we’re supposed to be just like God. We’re supposed to be like, well, us. Ignorance, incompetence, and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much better would it have been if that father had said to his son, “I have no idea what kind of bears those are. Let’s see what this sign says.”? And then, side-by-side, his arm around his boy’s shoulders, the two of them, together, could have begun to  learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from Alex again: Is the term posing more clear now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397269986945275237-8890451573984771208?l=nhcmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/feeds/8890451573984771208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2011/10/whats-your-poser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/8890451573984771208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/8890451573984771208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2011/10/whats-your-poser.html' title='Whats Your Poser?'/><author><name>Alex Hedgepeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09646634459376731670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397269986945275237.post-7216468780877799295</id><published>2011-07-07T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T12:48:19.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Apple doesn't fall far</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="WordSection1"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9.0pt;color:#333333;"   &gt;Greetings from my beach view!&lt;br /&gt;We are taking a few days of vacation after Tatum's National volleyball tournament in Port St. Joe Fl.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to relate a couple of stories, one from several years ago and one from this tournament that show how powerful your influence as a Dad goes. After ten years of focusing on ministry to men, I still haven't seen any one thing that has a bigger impact  of a person's life than their Dad.&lt;br /&gt;The first story happened when i was coaching my girls in softball. We played in an all too typical 9-12 yr old league of screaming parents and coaches, some worse than others. My commitment was that our team was going to learn the fundamentals well and have  a good time without all the screaming. One night we played a team that the coach was over the top screaming at his players. In the handshaking line after the game, I calmly told him I didn't appreciate   his screaming, at which point he started screaming at  me, which I told him was fine, I could handle it better than those girls. All the parents told me afterwards that it was no use, he was like that all the time, and I said, i'm sure he is, no one wants to confront someone like that, so they just keep on screaming.&lt;br /&gt;Did he calm down, yes, it was noticeably better the rest of the year.&lt;br /&gt;So, at Tatum's tournament this past weekend, we were playing a team from Kansas City that NOBODY likes. Well, it didn't take long to figure out why as one of the Dads was standing at the net screaming his head off. Towards the end of the match, i noticed Tatum  giving him the stink eye. At the end of the match, Tatum went to him and calmly but firmly told him she did not appreciate him yelling at her friends (evidently he was not restraining his comments to one side of the net), the poser then tried to justify himself  but Tatum walked off. His poor daughter came up later to try to apologize for him saying that he yells all the time. Well, according to the team from Omaha that played them the next day, he didn't say a word during their match.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that all the things I have taught my daughters, or like this, that they caught from me, were this positive, but sadly they have caught a few things that are not. I wasn't even trying to teach anyone anything when I confronted that coach, but, I obviously  did.&lt;br /&gt;You are too, weather you are trying to or not.&lt;br /&gt;Heres to being the man Jesus wants you to be, may it be passed on down.&lt;br /&gt;Alex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upcoming:&lt;br /&gt;Band of Brothers, Friday, 6:15 am. Warehouse. Great chance to get to know some great guys better and be prayed for and pray for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labor Day weekend is the start of dove season. Anyone have a line on a good place some guys from New Heights could go? Or a place to fix a field?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Line from movie we watched last night: I hate to know I had a chance to make myself a better person and didn't take it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397269986945275237-7216468780877799295?l=nhcmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/feeds/7216468780877799295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2011/10/apple-doesnt-fall-far.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/7216468780877799295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/7216468780877799295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2011/10/apple-doesnt-fall-far.html' title='The Apple doesn&apos;t fall far'/><author><name>Alex Hedgepeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09646634459376731670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397269986945275237.post-7188956582752223022</id><published>2011-06-29T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T12:48:39.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Words about Few Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;I’ve always admired two kinds&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;people—those who speak well, and those who don’t speak much.&amp;nbsp; I appreciate the former and am in awe&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;the latter.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I realize that sometimes it’s a personality type—some folks are just naturally quiet.&amp;nbsp; (May their tribe increase!)&amp;nbsp; But blessed is the man who has disciplined himself in the grace&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;brevity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many warnings in the scriptures against talking too much:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James 1:26&lt;br /&gt;If anyone considers himself religious and yet does not keep a tight rein on his tongue, he deceives himself and his religion is worthless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eccl 5:3&lt;br /&gt;As a dream comes when there are many cares,&lt;br /&gt;so the speech&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;a fool when there are many words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt 6:7&lt;br /&gt;And when you pray, do not keep on babbling like pagans, for they think they will be heard because&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;their many words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prov 10:8&lt;br /&gt;The wise in heart accept commands,&lt;br /&gt;but a chattering fool comes to ruin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prov 15:2&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The tongue&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;the wise commends knowledge,&lt;br /&gt;but the mouth&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;the fool gushes folly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prov 17:28&lt;br /&gt;Even a fool is thought wise if he keeps silent,&lt;br /&gt;and discerning if he holds his tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Prov 10:19&lt;br /&gt;When words are many, sin is not absent,&lt;br /&gt;but he who holds his tongue is wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better sign off.&lt;br /&gt;Brian&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/4397269986945275237-7188956582752223022?l=nhcmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/feeds/7188956582752223022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2011/06/few-words-about-few-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/7188956582752223022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/7188956582752223022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2011/06/few-words-about-few-words.html' title='A Few Words about Few Words'/><author><name>Brian Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01202607478400506423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397269986945275237.post-6302124608448724383</id><published>2011-06-23T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T12:48:00.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seize the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="WordSection1"&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;Hello Guys,   &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Treasure this time in your life kids, while you still have your choices.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your 20's go by in a blur.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your 30's you get a little bald, grow a pot-belly&lt;/i&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your 40's one of your old girl friends becomes a grandmother,&lt;/i&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your 50's you'll have a surgery, you'll call it a procedure, but it's a surgery&lt;/i&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your 60's you move to Ft. Lauderdale, eat breakfast in the afternoon, dinner, the night before, and wander the malls in search of the ultimate soft yogurt; wondering why the kids don't call.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your 70's you have a heart attack, and in your 80's you wind up babbling to a Jamaican nurse that your wife hates, but you call mother. Any questions?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Billy Crystal, from City Slickers.&lt;/i&gt;   &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;I have always been known as one that tries to squeeze as much life out of each day as I can, and for a lot of my adult life, that took on some pretty selfish forms. Just how many ducks can you kill in a season,  seemed to be a common theme, as I hunted sometimes in four different states in one year. In my 30's the most wonderful thing happened when I became a parent, and life was not just about me anymore. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;I started serving in the churches I attended, and eventually went into full time ministry. Which, I promise, is not a guarantee that you will not be selfish anymore.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;I guess, since I am old enough now to have seen how some life choices have played out by people I know, I am more motivated than ever for my life to count for something. To end my days wandering the mall is  a fate worse than death. Heck, just about any day wandering the mall is a bad day for that matter. But to get to the end of those days and not have made a positive impact on someone..... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;I spent several years trying how to figure out how to do this, and what I finally came up with is to be the man God made me to be, and let God take care of the rest. That takes the pressure off, I promise,  but it's not quite as easy as it sounds. Have you ever noticed how hard it is for people to follow their dreams? The stuff that God has put deep in your hearts to fulfill. The stuff that you think everyone will think you are crazy if you even try. Our enemy,  I promise, brings out the big guns whenever a man gets close to pursuing his dreams. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;One of the stumbling blocks that men have in getting started pursuing their dreams is wondering if they are from God or not, because, quite frankly, most dreams don't involve going into full time “ministry”,  and that’s ok, God calls us to do lots of different kinds of things. If we were all supposed to be clones of each other, we would all have the same fingerprint. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;Here is a couple of good, but for sure not all, the filters you can use for a test. One, do you absolutely love doing it? Does the effort of whatever it is seem like you are really in your groove? Most people's  gifting comes so easy to them that they think anyone can do it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;Then, two, will anyone else be affected by what you do? Will their hearts be stirred, will jobs be created, will your children respect you for taking a chance? If so, there is a great chance this is from God. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;One line from Seize the Day from Carolyn Arends (great song btw) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" style="width:583.5pt" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="778"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr style="height:281.25pt"&gt; &lt;td style="width:580.5pt;padding:1.5pt 1.5pt 1.5pt 1.5pt;height:281.25pt" width="774"&gt; &lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" style="width:577.5pt" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="770"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="width:573.0pt;padding:2.25pt 2.25pt 2.25pt 2.25pt" valign="top" width="764"&gt; &lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" style="width:100.0%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="width:100.0%;padding:1.5pt 1.5pt 1.5pt 1.5pt" valign="top" width="100%"&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom:.2in"&gt;Well one thing I've noticed, wherever I wander&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's got a dream he can follow or squander&lt;br /&gt;You can do what you will with the days you are given&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to spend mine on the business of living&lt;br /&gt;So I'm singing my songs off of any old stage&lt;br /&gt;You can laugh if you want, I'll still say &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom:.2in"&gt;Seize the day, seize whatever you can&lt;br /&gt;'Cause life slips away just like hourglass sand&lt;br /&gt;Seize the day, pray for grace from God's hand&lt;br /&gt;Then nothing will stand in your way&lt;br /&gt;Seize the day &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;p&gt; Later guys, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;p&gt; Ok, don't forget, Band of Brothers Friday morning at 6:15.&lt;br /&gt;Dog Soliders will start again in October.&lt;br /&gt;Check out the Man Minute, by Jason Cruise who is with the OUtdoor Ministry Network. I have been subscribing to him for a year now and have really enjoyed him every monday.&lt;br /&gt;Thats about all the men's stuff that going on right now. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.0pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397269986945275237-6302124608448724383?l=nhcmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/feeds/6302124608448724383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2011/10/seize-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/6302124608448724383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/6302124608448724383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2011/10/seize-day.html' title='Seize the Day'/><author><name>Alex Hedgepeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09646634459376731670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397269986945275237.post-3329273458328317643</id><published>2011-06-06T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T12:47:37.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats that smell?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="WordSection1"&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;Hey Guys, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;The author John Eldredge has touched many men since 2000 with the book, Wild at Heart. Early on in it, he asks the question, if in Genesis, it says that God made men in the image of God, male and female He  made them, then how do we bear the image of God as a man? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;He then says to go through scripture and look at what about God appeals to men? Something that looks more like a man than a woman, and he comes to the conclusion that men bear the image of God in their strength.  In their ability to come through. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;I have taught this for several years now and I struggle to get men to understand that I'm not talking about how much you can bench press or some other similar feat of physical strength. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;Well, this weekend I was rereading a Donald Miller book and I came across a section that further explains this. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;Donald was in a coffee shop (at a point in his life that he REALLY needed some maturity) with some friends and complaining about the reality of life. How reality stinks. The owner of the coffee shop, a very  successful Portland businessman, replied that “Life is like a fine wine, it cannot be appreciated by children”. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;Donald was later grateful for the sting that came with this quote, and the maturity moment that it provided (more about Donald's story can be found in a fascinating book “To own a Dragon” about him growing  up without a Father). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;That kind of strength, not only to go through each day, but to savor each day like a fine wine, that is what comes of following God in the adventure He has for each of us, of knowing that you are made to follow  God and to expect a wild ride (He's not a tame lion, you know). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;So, if reality is stinking for you these days, ask yourself where are you not following God? What looks risky that you are not entering into these days? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;Heres to enjoying the adventure &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;Alex &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;    &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;Friday Morning 6:15 Band of Brothers at the warehouse. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;I will start recruiting for this years class of Dog Soldiers soon. If you are interested, let me know. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lots to do in Joplin. Contact Ryan McLain if you want to take a group up there, he has some contacts.&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.0pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397269986945275237-3329273458328317643?l=nhcmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/feeds/3329273458328317643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2011/10/whats-that-smell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/3329273458328317643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/3329273458328317643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2011/10/whats-that-smell.html' title='Whats that smell?'/><author><name>Alex Hedgepeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09646634459376731670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397269986945275237.post-5787273966058513717</id><published>2011-06-01T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T12:56:33.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Plan B</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;So I’m sitting here in the hospital as my wife recovers from surgery.&amp;nbsp; When we learned that her thyroid gland had a “suspicious lump” on it we began to pray and asked others to pray.&amp;nbsp; (By the way—thank you!)&amp;nbsp; When I pray I usually just go for broke and ask God to work a miracle.&amp;nbsp; In this case I was praying that God would miraculously dissolve the lump and that the surgeon would not need to cut on my wife.&amp;nbsp; But as I prayed I also thanked God for plan B—the things that God uses to heal a lot &lt;span class="il" style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;people—skilled surgeons, advance medical technology, and good medicines.&amp;nbsp; In this case God used plan B.&amp;nbsp; Half her thyroid is gone, no cancer detected at this time, and good drugs are hard at work—thank God for plan B!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt; But it occurs to me that God himself doesn’t have the same luxury.&amp;nbsp; He sent his son to die in payment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;our sins.&amp;nbsp; He rose again, ascended back to the Father and gave the Holy Spirit to empower believers to be His witnesses.&amp;nbsp; He has entrusted us with the task&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;making disciples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;all nations—no plan B.&amp;nbsp; If we don’t do it, it doesn’t get done.&amp;nbsp; Such is God’s faith in us.&amp;nbsp; He’ll do his part and he knows that because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;his power that is at work within us, His holy purposes will be achieved.&amp;nbsp; God will work through our feeble efforts.&amp;nbsp; Though we bumble and stumble along the work will be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has to happen.&amp;nbsp; There’s no plan B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397269986945275237-5787273966058513717?l=nhcmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/feeds/5787273966058513717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2011/10/no-plan-b.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/5787273966058513717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/5787273966058513717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2011/10/no-plan-b.html' title='No Plan B'/><author><name>Brian Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01202607478400506423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397269986945275237.post-8927998688703548857</id><published>2011-05-23T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T12:47:08.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stirring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="WordSection1"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9.0pt;color:#333333;"   &gt;Good Morning Gentlemen,&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I’ve got so much on my mind this morning.&lt;br /&gt;First, I can’t pass up talking about Mama Carmen yesterday. She was amazing and to be proceeded by Mel Murray made it even crazier. Why are we stirred by these two families? What made us give Mama Carmen a standing ovation just for walking on the stage? That  stirring is put there by God.&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifice. These two families have given up what most people kill themselves chasing after to help others.  They may not ever know if they made a difference in the lives of those they are helping. They are just called to help.&lt;br /&gt;Let’s go back a minute to how we were stirred yesterday.  The stirring reminds us that God speaks to us through our hearts and our desires. Ignore stirrings like this for very long and your heart dies and then you becomes one of those people that are convinced  that God no longer speaks, even though scripture tells us differently.&lt;br /&gt;Second, how painfully obvious it is how much we have been deceived by the modern age of reason and intellect. Mama Carmen experiences God in mighty ways because she NEEDS Him, not because she knows a lot about Him, or can quote all of the Minor Prophets. She  is in the middle of helping the hurting and God shows up regularly. Especially after she cries out for His help, when she can’t see how kids are going to eat or sleep. If anyone of us ran our business or ministry like that we would be fired pronto. So, for  those guys that just have to have a formula:&lt;br /&gt;                        Needing God +Crying out to God= Experiencing God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever noticed how ridiculous guys look in pictures when they are just standing there? You have to put a man in motion to capture the essence of a man. Madison Avenue knows this, when they want to sell a man something (without using sex) then they put  men in motion. So, let’s put these two ideas together, stirring and in motion. Is anyone stirred to go to Joplin and help clean up? Anyone feel stirred to lead a group of men to do this? OK, you feel stirred, but you doubt your ability. Fine, just go with  it when you doubt your ability, then you cry out to God. If God can come through for Mama Carmen, He can do it for you. Just ask.&lt;br /&gt;Let me know about Joplin. We need to get a group up there this weekend.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.0pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.0pt;"  &gt;Alex&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397269986945275237-8927998688703548857?l=nhcmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/feeds/8927998688703548857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2011/10/stirring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/8927998688703548857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/8927998688703548857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2011/10/stirring.html' title='Stirring'/><author><name>Alex Hedgepeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09646634459376731670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397269986945275237.post-3164598352355613082</id><published>2011-05-18T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T12:46:46.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;I’ve recently developed a&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;appreciation&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;the concept&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;keeping something.&amp;nbsp; Usually when we think about&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;keeping&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;the main idea is that we are continuing certain actions or attitudes—“I’m going to keep this dollar” means I have a dollar in hand and I’m not going to give it up.&amp;nbsp; “He keeps calling me”&amp;nbsp; means someone has been calling me and he won’t stop.&amp;nbsp; So the idea&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;continuance&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;is a big part&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;keeping something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also a deeper layer&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;meaning in the concept&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;keeping.&amp;nbsp; The idea&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;attentiveness, engagement,&amp;nbsp;good management, and nurturing is connected with keeping.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Housekeeping,&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;for example, suggests that you not only own a house but you are managing a household.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Or take my favorite hobby,&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;beekeeping.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Bee&lt;em&gt;keepers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;are different from bee-&lt;em&gt;havers&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; A person may own some hives and not be a beekeeper.&amp;nbsp; A beekeeper studies bees and manages the hives in such a way that the bees are healthy and the honey production is maximized—it can be work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the idea&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;attentiveness and engagement is applied to the concept&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;keeping a lot a common phrases take on a richer meaning.&amp;nbsp; Are you a person who&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;keeps&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;his word?&amp;nbsp; Are you&lt;em&gt;keeping&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;your promises?&amp;nbsp; Do you&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;keep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;the faith?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus had a special promise for keepers:&amp;nbsp; John 8:51—“I tell you the truth, if anyone keeps my word, he will never see death.”&amp;nbsp; Keeping the word&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Christ implies engagement, attentiveness, careful understanding and application.&amp;nbsp; Let’s commit to being Word-keepers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the Lord bless you, and keep you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397269986945275237-3164598352355613082?l=nhcmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/feeds/3164598352355613082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2011/05/keeping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/3164598352355613082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/3164598352355613082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2011/05/keeping.html' title='Keeping'/><author><name>Brian Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01202607478400506423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397269986945275237.post-8011703232138661173</id><published>2011-05-11T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T12:46:23.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="WordSection1"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9.0pt;color:#333333;"   &gt;He that will lose his life, the same will save it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9.0pt;color:#333333;"   &gt;What the heck is Jesus talking about here? I have to die to live? That makes no sense. Well, since this is Jesus, maybe He is on to something. Let’s see.&lt;br /&gt;First, what kind of life are you arranging for yourself? What role have you cast yourself in? Is it the role in the story that God has for you? Most of us fall way short of His plan for us. Not necessarily because of our sin, though that can be part of it,  but because we really don’t believe that we have a crucial role to play.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9.0pt;color:#333333;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9.0pt;color:#333333;"   &gt;We are convinced at a early age that we don’t have anything to offer and then we go off and either accept that statement and don’t even try, or we try REALLY hard  in work, education, or whatever you find a little success in and then that’s what we offer. And only that. Rarely do those that love us just get us.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9.0pt;color:#333333;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9.0pt;color:#333333;"   &gt;Yesterday, I listened to many stories of God working in people’s lives. They were triumphant, inspirational, stories that made me, for awhile, remember that there  are bigger things than my comfort going on here. A larger story that makes my heart swell when I catch glimpses of it.  Stories that make me remember that I can trust God with my whole life and I don’t have to go anywhere else to find the life that my heart  craves.  I can actually lose the little life that I try to arrange for myself and lose my life in God.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9.0pt;color:#333333;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9.0pt;color:#333333;"   &gt;Like a little kid. Running to God with no thought whatsoever that He might not catch me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9.0pt;color:#333333;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9.0pt;color:#333333;"   &gt;I hope you recognize those stories today as they come your way as God calling you to enjoy the life He has for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9.0pt;color:#333333;"   &gt;God Bless You Men&lt;br /&gt;Alex&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.0pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397269986945275237-8011703232138661173?l=nhcmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/feeds/8011703232138661173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2011/10/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/8011703232138661173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/8011703232138661173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2011/10/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Alex Hedgepeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09646634459376731670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397269986945275237.post-5208971147878537335</id><published>2011-05-02T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T12:57:17.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A River Runs Through It - the House, that is</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;My friends, Andy and Cheryl Matthews and their family had to make some radical adjustments last week.&amp;nbsp; As it was raining buckets early Monday afternoon and the schools were dismissing; so Andy began the rounds to pick up Cheryl; their son, Ben and their exchange student, Luke.&amp;nbsp; Everything was fine when Andy left the house.&amp;nbsp; Two and a half hours later they returned to see rescuers bringing out Andy’s mom, Alta, in a flat bottom boat.&amp;nbsp; Everything was ruined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They spent a couple&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;days in a hotel and have now moved into the second story&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Rick &amp;amp; Belinda Carpenter’s place.&amp;nbsp; They’ll move into an apartment in a few days.&amp;nbsp; It’ll probably be three or four months before they can move back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They seem to be doing remarkably well.&amp;nbsp; Cheryl feels the loss&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Ben’s baby pictures and other scrapbooks, but for the most part they acknowledge that it could have been so much worse—like many others experienced in the tornadoes and floods last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One resource that the Matthews have benefited from is their abundance&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;friends.&amp;nbsp; They are immersed in Christian community.&amp;nbsp; They have been prayed for, housed, fed and generally loved on by those with whom they have served and worshiped for many years.&amp;nbsp; In a sense, their investment in the lives&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;others is paying off in very practical ways now in their time&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It occurred to me that this would be a good advertisement for community.&amp;nbsp; In community joys are multiplied and sorrows divided.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; That’s the kind&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;math I want working in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eccl 4:9-12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;9 Two are better than one,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;because they have a good return for their work:&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;10 If one falls down,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;his friend can help him up.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But pity the man who falls&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and has no one to help him up!&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;11 Also, if two lie down together, they will keep warm.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But how can one keep warm alone?&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;12 Though one may be overpowered,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;two can defend themselves.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A cord&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;three strands is not quickly broken.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;Brian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397269986945275237-5208971147878537335?l=nhcmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/feeds/5208971147878537335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2011/10/river-runs-through-it-house-that-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/5208971147878537335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/5208971147878537335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2011/10/river-runs-through-it-house-that-is.html' title='A River Runs Through It - the House, that is'/><author><name>Brian Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01202607478400506423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397269986945275237.post-565681208616760460</id><published>2011-04-12T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T12:40:58.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;1 John 1:8-10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;If we claim to be without sin, we deceive ourselves and the truth is not in us. &amp;nbsp;If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness. &amp;nbsp;If we claim we have not sinned, we make him out to be a liar and his word has no place in our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;James 5:16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;…confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;This morning in staff meeting we had one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;those uncomfortable conversations.&amp;nbsp; We explored the importance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;confession.&amp;nbsp; Specifically, the power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;confessing sins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="background-color: white;"&gt;to one another&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;us do not make a habit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;talking about our sins.&amp;nbsp; Our tendency is to keep quiet about wrong attitudes and actions.&amp;nbsp; For me, it’s easier to talk about wrong things I did a long time ago—after all, that was then, this is now.&amp;nbsp; I am much more reluctant to reveal this morning’s anger, lust, rudeness, greed or pride.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Also, when I am convicted about a sin I’d prefer to confess it just to God thank you very much.&amp;nbsp; But often that is just a cop out, a self-deceiving ruse to keep my sin secret.&amp;nbsp; That is why James says “confess your sins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to each other….&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em style="background-color: white;"&gt;”&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;The sin that is unshared with a brother continues to thrive and it retains its hold on us.&amp;nbsp; But the sin that is brought into the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;God's truth and Christian community&amp;nbsp;dies there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;There is remarkable power in confessing our wrong deeds to another person.&amp;nbsp; Instead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;destroying relationships, it tends to strengthen them.&amp;nbsp; Instead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;ongoing shame and struggle we receive grace and a sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;forgiveness.&amp;nbsp; We experience a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;power over the thing that has held us captive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;We sin.&amp;nbsp; Let’s not pretend we don’t.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Acknowledging your sin is the very thing that can make you less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;a sinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;What sin do you need to share?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian&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/4397269986945275237-565681208616760460?l=nhcmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/feeds/565681208616760460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2011/04/confession.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/565681208616760460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/565681208616760460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2011/04/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>Brian Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01202607478400506423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397269986945275237.post-969700170012737958</id><published>2011-02-28T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T12:36:29.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild Glory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you feel it? I was lying in bed awake (very unusual for me at 11pm). There was a big &lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;clap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt; th&lt;/span&gt;under and the house shuddered. I thought it was unusual that it didn’t stop shuddering for about 10 seconds; then I realized that I had just experienced my first earthquake. It was only a 4.7 on the scale, but the earth had trembled. Things were pretty wild above ground as well. Rain coming down in sheets, wind screaming, thunder crashing, lightening firing up the sky…. I usually don’t get scared in bad weather, but I confess I don’t really have a taste for earthquakes and tornados all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me think&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;a passage in Romans:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I consider that our pres&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;ent sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us. The creation waits in eager expectation for the sons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;God to be revealed. For the creation was subjected to frustration, not by its own choice, but by the will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;the one who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself will be liberated from its bondage to decay and brought into the glorious freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;the children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We know that the whole creation has been groaning as in the pains&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;childbirth right up to the present time. Not only so, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for our adoption as sons, the redemption&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;our bodies.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Romans 8:18-24&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something glorious about an earthquake and a thunderstorm happening at the same time, but it is only creation groaning in anticipation for something even more glorious—us. When our bodies are redeemed in the resurrection and our glory is revealed we’ll make an earthquake in a thunder storm seem drab in comparison. I’m looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4397269986945275237-969700170012737958?l=nhcmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/feeds/969700170012737958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2011/02/did-you-feel-it-i-was-lying-in-bed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/969700170012737958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/969700170012737958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2011/02/did-you-feel-it-i-was-lying-in-bed.html' title='Wild Glory'/><author><name>Brian Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01202607478400506423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397269986945275237.post-4973562148864888993</id><published>2011-01-17T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T12:25:58.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feed the Good Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;The Psalmist asked a good question—“How can a young man keep his way pure?” (Psalm 119:9). It’s a question I’ve been pondering quite a bit these days—especially in regard to&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"&gt;men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;who struggle with pornography. I believe pornography is an issue that every man will deal with in one way or another. We’re living in a society where it is pushed at us from every direction. Many Christian guys are caught in a cycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;defeat. In times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;isolation, or if they are physically and mentally worn down, or if they have experienced some let down in life, porn offers a quick and easy feel good experience. So they fall and then their conscience starts to beat up on them. They finally confess, receive prayer, accept God’s grace and are just fine—until next time. Too often, the man just gives up and accepts porn and impurity as a part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;his life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;I was talking to my friend, Jim Holmes, about this situation the other day and I asked “how can a young man keep his way pure?” Jim’s response sounded odd at first. He said, “You have to feed the good dog.”&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"&gt;Of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;course he’s talking about the “good dog”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;the spirit vs. the “bad dog”&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;the flesh. As we explored what it means to “feed” these inner dogs we concluded that the bad dog is pretty low maintenance. He’ll thrive on whatever trash you toss out. The good dog, on the other hand, is a pure bred and has a special diet. He feeds and thrives on the word&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;That is the answer the psalmist gives to his question—“How can a young man keep his way pure?—By living according to your word.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;Are you feeding the good dog or the bad dog? We have a tendency to feed both dogs. We toss little scraps&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;God’s word to the good dog, and truckloads&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;garbage to the bad dog. You can see how we get into trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;This is not just about controlling lust; the Lord wants us to gain victory over every contaminating influence. To do so we must become committed to starving the bad dog and feeding, nurturing and training the good dog. Let’s get crazy about the word and works&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;Feed the good dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;Brian &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/4397269986945275237-4973562148864888993?l=nhcmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/feeds/4973562148864888993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2011/01/feed-good-dog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/4973562148864888993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4397269986945275237/posts/default/4973562148864888993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nhcmen.blogspot.com/2011/01/feed-good-dog.html' title='Feed the Good Dog'/><author><name>Brian Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01202607478400506423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
