<?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-52502011822872840</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:04:54.032-08:00</updated><category term='rest'/><category term='hobbies'/><category term='intentions'/><category term='vocation'/><category term='election'/><category term='church community'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='grace'/><category term='tech tools'/><category term='politics and faith'/><category term='hate'/><category term='D. MIn. work'/><category term='Sabbath'/><category term='hope'/><title type='text'>Lisa's Musings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moxie-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/52502011822872840/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moxie-musings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14299106968376558651</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>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52502011822872840.post-5996905557856005165</id><published>2009-01-19T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T09:53:10.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Mall or Not to Mall</title><content type='html'>One of the biggest events in our nation's history will take place thirty minutes from our home in Fairfax, VA.  I resigned myself a few weeks ago, when it became apparent that I wasn't going to win any inaugural tickets in the lottery, that I'd watch it on TV.  In my sermon yesterday I even mentioned how disappointed I was at having come to that decision.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today our clerk of session dropped by and casually invited me to join her in her historic adventure of braving the crowds and the waiting lines for the porta-potties to be able to say, "I was there".  Watching the swearing in and speech on the jumbotron with 2 million other Americans has got to be worth the trouble.  Last night John and I watched a tape of the "We Are One" concert in the warmth of our living room and I for one could hardly stay in my seat.  I needed a crowd to drown out my off key singing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So - 2,000,001 - count me in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/52502011822872840-5996905557856005165?l=moxie-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moxie-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/5996905557856005165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=52502011822872840&amp;postID=5996905557856005165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/52502011822872840/posts/default/5996905557856005165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/52502011822872840/posts/default/5996905557856005165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moxie-musings.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-mall-or-not-to-mall.html' title='To Mall or Not to Mall'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14299106968376558651</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-52502011822872840.post-5716367768694069172</id><published>2008-12-06T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T05:54:12.032-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sabbath'/><title type='text'>Being in Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Yesterday I participated in a day-long Advent reflection on the Rituals of Sabbath and Spiritual Practice led by Duke Divinity professor Lauren Winner.  This event was hosted by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wesleyseminary.edu/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Wesley Theological Seminary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; and funded by the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lillyendowment.org/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Lilly Endowment Foundation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;. I say '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;participated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;' because Ms. Winner suggested we try to rid ourselves of using of the phrase "spent time" as in "I spent my day harvesting apples."   Her thought, as I understand it, is that we commodify time when we 'spend' it.  We exchange time in order to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;produce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;reap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; something tangible from it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Another way to think about time is "How are we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; in time?" An especially important question to ask ourselves in the season of Advent.  Dr. Winner's focus was to think about how we are to be in "Sabbath" time - a time when we rest together with God.  She pointed out that there exist many ancient creation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T83xISy5R-8/STqDwgpNQXI/AAAAAAAAACc/uqwc7Vmwp4c/s200/no_16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276674782837686642" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; accounts -- all very similar.  What distinguishes the creation stories is that other gods created humans as a replacement for the god while the god rested. The Judeo-Christian God invites humanity into the activity of rest with Godself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Later in the day we were given the assignment to go off with a couple of scripture readings and contemplate aka 'rest' with them.  Taking my preassigned readings I went outside to sit in the crisp, fresh air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I wasn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; it.  Wasn't feeling anything profound.  I kept reading the texts.  Nothing. God wasn't speaking to me at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So -- I started thinking about what I was feeling --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;**Glad that I wasn't preoccupied with emails, Face Book updates, and cell phones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;**Thought about the family and where each of us 'were at' happiness wise in our lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;**Bored - I started recording my feelings and wondering if I was really going to turn them into something utilitarian.  (Guilty)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;As I journaled, I looked back at those preassigned texts and realized they were, providentially, some of my favorites passages.  Matthew 11:28 "Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened and I will give you rest..." John 14 "My peace I give to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I do not give to you as the world gives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Jesus gives us one rather big caveat in John 14: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;f you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;, you will obey what I command. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;That includes entering into God's Sabbath rest -- being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; rather than spending time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Image: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE SABBATH REST&lt;/b&gt; by Samuel Hirszenberg (1866-1908)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;Oil on canvas 1894&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/52502011822872840-5716367768694069172?l=moxie-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moxie-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/5716367768694069172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=52502011822872840&amp;postID=5716367768694069172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/52502011822872840/posts/default/5716367768694069172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/52502011822872840/posts/default/5716367768694069172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moxie-musings.blogspot.com/2008/12/being-in-time.html' title='Being in Time'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14299106968376558651</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/_T83xISy5R-8/STqDwgpNQXI/AAAAAAAAACc/uqwc7Vmwp4c/s72-c/no_16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52502011822872840.post-7658543904778254153</id><published>2008-12-01T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T05:57:48.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch with Lisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Nine of us dined on brown bag lunches, Isaiah 40:1-11 and Mark 1:1-8, and spiced with a little Psalm 85 and 2 Peter 3:8-15a.  It was a Advent lectionary reflection and Bible study.  One of my favorite things to do -- explore how different folks hear and interpret the Scripture.  I'm grateful to those who joined me in listening to the text&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 149px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T83xISy5R-8/STRbVSgoR2I/AAAAAAAAACU/FsEJfRRCcmM/s200/2007_09_11-Lunchbag.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274941484861769570" /&gt; as I fearfully prepare to proclaim the good news next Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;We talked about wilderness -- what it is and how do we get there?  Sometimes we land there without knowing why, other times we're called there by a God who has a reason.  And, when we are in the wilderness, what would salvation look like?  What would we imagine needed to happen for us to be saved by God?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Thoughts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;p.s. Thanks David, Della Mae, Margaret, Lisa, Kathleen, Fred, Sheila, and Evelyn!  You made my day.&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/52502011822872840-7658543904778254153?l=moxie-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moxie-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/7658543904778254153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=52502011822872840&amp;postID=7658543904778254153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/52502011822872840/posts/default/7658543904778254153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/52502011822872840/posts/default/7658543904778254153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moxie-musings.blogspot.com/2008/12/lunch-with-lisa.html' title='Lunch with Lisa'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14299106968376558651</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/_T83xISy5R-8/STRbVSgoR2I/AAAAAAAAACU/FsEJfRRCcmM/s72-c/2007_09_11-Lunchbag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52502011822872840.post-1076828610454040118</id><published>2008-11-20T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T14:59:44.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T83xISy5R-8/SSXr1zWXEtI/AAAAAAAAABs/_fIuxWS7VTw/s1600-h/Lisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T83xISy5R-8/SSXr1zWXEtI/AAAAAAAAABs/_fIuxWS7VTw/s200/Lisa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270878248456622802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;p class="verse"   style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; line-height: 140%; font-family:Verdana, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11.9px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Let me hear of your steadfast love in the morning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="verseindent"    style="text-align: center; background- margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; line-height: 140%; text-indent: 2em; font-family:Verdana, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11.9px;color:white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;for in you I put my trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="verse"   style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; line-height: 140%; font-family:Verdana, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11.9px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Teach me the way I should go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="verseindent"    style="text-align: center; background- margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; line-height: 140%; text-indent: 2em; font-family:Verdana, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11.9px;color:white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;for to you I lift up my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt; Psalm 143:8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="verseindent"  style="text-align: center; background- margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; line-height: 140%; text-indent: 2em; color:white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="verseindent"  style="text-align: left; background- margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; line-height: 140%; text-indent: 2em; color:white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;The morning Psalm is number 143 as I celebrate the 50th anniversary of my birth this day.  What rings true for me today is that there is so much more for me to learn - and most basically is to trust in a God who is bigger (and older) than I am.  It's a hard day if I think in terms that both of my parents have passed on to eternal life, my grandmother who was fifty when I was born, would've been 100 years old this year, and now it seems I can truly count on my mortality.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="verseindent"  style="text-align: left; background- margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; line-height: 140%; text-indent: 2em; color:white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="verseindent"  style="text-align: left; background- margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; line-height: 140%; text-indent: 2em; color:white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;It's liberating, really.  As friends and colleagues have shared with me, by fifty, you have the wisdom not to worry much about earthly matters.  You'll be living life more fully, abundantly, realizing the blessings God has provided even when they have been cloaked in pain.  And - as one friend wrote, you'll most likely be ushering in the next generation of your family.  Good thing -- I miss my little boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/52502011822872840-1076828610454040118?l=moxie-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moxie-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/1076828610454040118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=52502011822872840&amp;postID=1076828610454040118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/52502011822872840/posts/default/1076828610454040118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/52502011822872840/posts/default/1076828610454040118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moxie-musings.blogspot.com/2008/11/let-me-hear-of-your-steadfast-love-in.html' title='Golden Birthday'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14299106968376558651</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T83xISy5R-8/SSXr1zWXEtI/AAAAAAAAABs/_fIuxWS7VTw/s72-c/Lisa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52502011822872840.post-2017071871698006032</id><published>2008-11-11T13:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T13:35:23.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miscellaneous Thoughts from Study Leave</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T83xISy5R-8/SSDPfdjMSjI/AAAAAAAAABk/jsLQD9Ggn20/s1600-h/83e06c3430bc0af7ad805fe5ea5ae388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T83xISy5R-8/SSDPfdjMSjI/AAAAAAAAABk/jsLQD9Ggn20/s200/83e06c3430bc0af7ad805fe5ea5ae388.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269439703438608946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A week of time lay as a blank space on the calendar two months ago.  As time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;progressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; -- aka drew near -- I found this blank space &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;crunched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; with activities.   A routine breaker was the three days spent in Stony Point, NY with a variety of Presbyterians.  It was an interesting mix of folks and their thoughts regarding what to do about the Presbyterian dilemma of mainline malaise and members of the PC(USA)'s allergy to evangelism.  The denomination has been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;hemorrhaging members since 1968.  Twelve years ago the denomination even published a 'study' on evangelism for the PC(USA), which has not had any effect on the aforementioned ailment.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So the discussion at the conference raised the interesting question "Can the PC(USA) be a movement rather than an institution?"  "Can the presence of the Holy Spirit in our midst inspire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;movement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; rather than keeping the 'status quo' of the institution?" As one pastor observed, "People &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;join&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; movements&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;, they don't join institutions."  Another former pastor turned church consultant commented something to the effect that, "Our current systems are perfectly designed to get the results they are presently achieving."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Some speculation centered on raising the bar on member expectations; the idea that low requirements gets low commitment.  Other speculation focused on monastic practices that would bring a new spiritual energy for a younger generation yearning for connection.  Still others thought long and hard about reviving practices that would bring current members to a deeper spiritual place.  Do we need evangelism both inside and outside the denomination?  What does it take to make the PC(USA) a movement rather than an institution?  Is this what it would take to grow the church "Deep and Wide?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/52502011822872840-2017071871698006032?l=moxie-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moxie-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/2017071871698006032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=52502011822872840&amp;postID=2017071871698006032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/52502011822872840/posts/default/2017071871698006032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/52502011822872840/posts/default/2017071871698006032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moxie-musings.blogspot.com/2008/11/miscellaneous-thoughts-from-study-leave.html' title='Miscellaneous Thoughts from Study Leave'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14299106968376558651</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/_T83xISy5R-8/SSDPfdjMSjI/AAAAAAAAABk/jsLQD9Ggn20/s72-c/83e06c3430bc0af7ad805fe5ea5ae388.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52502011822872840.post-1320089308743416816</id><published>2008-11-04T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T06:49:17.299-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election'/><title type='text'>A Lection Election Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T83xISy5R-8/SRBf_rksDyI/AAAAAAAAABc/_vBPph77L_8/s1600-h/ivotedsticker.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T83xISy5R-8/SRBf_rksDyI/AAAAAAAAABc/_vBPph77L_8/s200/ivotedsticker.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264813512029114146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body's still transitioning to a new clock as a result of Daylight Savings time.  So, John and I were awake at 5:00 AM getting ready to stand in line to vote. When we got to the polling place at 5:50 AM there was nowhere left to park in the parking lot and the line looped the entire parking lot of this Fairfax Lutheran Church.  It took only 55 minutes to get in to vote.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 9:00 AM I'd had my morning coffee, read the paper, and began an initial look at the lectionary for November 9th (see sidebar for easy access).  The following are my first impressions without any research:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua 24:1-3, 14-25 ~ What a beautiful verse "...choose this day whom you will serve, whether the gods of you ancestors...but as for me and my household, we will serve the Lord." (vs. 15) But then there's the shocking verse 19 where Joshua tells the people "You can't serve the Lord, for he is holy, jealous, and unforgiving."  It's sounds like a taunt. Are you sure you're strong enough, good enough a match for this God of all gods?  Of course it raises an "Oh yeah, just watch, we can too!" response.  I'm sure Josh was trying to hide the smile behind his "are you good enough, strong enough" challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus on the other hand, tells the parable of the Bridesmaids in Matt. 25:1-13, posing the question "Are you ready?"  An exercise of good wisdom will ensure you are not left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, there is a condition to be met.  A conditional God??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 78 is a promise the God will guide the next generation. With all the changes happening so fast in life, we certainly hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul's first letter to the Thessalonians is about Resurrection Hope usually a topic covered well at Easter time in the liturgical year.  But, oh so appropriate for Election Day!  What might be dying and rising to new life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's this week's lectionary working on you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/52502011822872840-1320089308743416816?l=moxie-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moxie-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/1320089308743416816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=52502011822872840&amp;postID=1320089308743416816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/52502011822872840/posts/default/1320089308743416816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/52502011822872840/posts/default/1320089308743416816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moxie-musings.blogspot.com/2008/11/lection-election-morning.html' title='A Lection Election Morning'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14299106968376558651</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/_T83xISy5R-8/SRBf_rksDyI/AAAAAAAAABc/_vBPph77L_8/s72-c/ivotedsticker.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52502011822872840.post-9127074622252542633</id><published>2008-10-27T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T11:21:44.504-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church community'/><title type='text'>Two Worthy Commands</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T83xISy5R-8/SQYFs_CponI/AAAAAAAAABU/T8wU8nb0ANA/s1600-h/21kNusy0NxL._SL500_AA180_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T83xISy5R-8/SQYFs_CponI/AAAAAAAAABU/T8wU8nb0ANA/s320/21kNusy0NxL._SL500_AA180_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261899485023937138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday I was at a church growth seminar where the speaker, Paul Borden, made the point that the Christian Church’s inner nature is usually rooted in one of two ways. Oversimplified some churches are rooted in The Great Commission: Go make disciples of all nations.  These churches have a heart for evangelism and want to reach as many people as possible with the Good News that God loves them.  They are out there with the message, seeking ways to bring people into the fold.  Other churches are rooted in The Great Commandment: Love the Lord your God with all your mind, with all your heart, and with all your strength AND love you neighbor as yourself.  They are seeking to love people into the fold.&lt;br /&gt;If I’m not mistaken, I’ve come to learn that a substantial root of John Calvin Presbyterian Church is The Great Commandment.  Listen to our list of Fall 2008 activities: CROP Walk, Walk for the Homeless, Alternative Gift Market, Support for Iraqi refugees, ACCA financial support as well as support for its activities, Bread for the World Sunday, supporting a Ugandan child’s education, Children’s Worship and Arts, Kid’s Musical Theater, and protesting genocide in Sudan.  I’m sure I’m leaving something out but the point is, this is a church that believes in loving its neighbor as a sign of God’s influence in our lives.  &lt;br /&gt;We have much to celebrate and much to be proud about.  Yet, if Paul has a message for us today, it is that God is not done with us yet. “Our inner nature is being renewed day by day.”  We each are ‘works in process’; so too, communities of faith are also ‘works in process’.  God is working in us to transform us from one degree of glory to another. &lt;br /&gt;The idea of God’s transformation does not mean that whatever has gone before us is old or used up or in need of elimination.  It means God is expanding the root system and that God intends for us to bear more new fruit.  In a sense, we are always in process of being “Re-formed.”&lt;br /&gt;With the decline in numbers of most of the mainline churches, I would venture to guess that God would like to transform us to be a little more like our sisters and brothers who, like Paul, say “I believe, and so I speak”.  On the other hand, folks like Rick Warren who are really good at The Great Commission have recently been paying more attention to The Great Commandment.  Praise God for both transformations!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/52502011822872840-9127074622252542633?l=moxie-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moxie-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/9127074622252542633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=52502011822872840&amp;postID=9127074622252542633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/52502011822872840/posts/default/9127074622252542633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/52502011822872840/posts/default/9127074622252542633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moxie-musings.blogspot.com/2008/10/two-worthy-commands.html' title='Two Worthy Commands'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14299106968376558651</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/_T83xISy5R-8/SQYFs_CponI/AAAAAAAAABU/T8wU8nb0ANA/s72-c/21kNusy0NxL._SL500_AA180_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52502011822872840.post-4435911120207038578</id><published>2008-10-21T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T10:33:17.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics and faith'/><title type='text'>Hope for America</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;When it comes to blogging, I'm a newbie. From my corporate days, I believe in the value of benchmarking - researching based on best practices.  At the sidebar of my blog you'll find two bloggers I have great respect for because they make me think and spark ideas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Recently, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/Beloved_Spear"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Beloved Spear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; posted this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://link.brightcove.com/services/link/bcpid1417423198/bctid1866657225"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;amazing video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;.  It's a reminder to not paint the folks who lean on the other side with a broad brush.  I admire how these folks did not just 'ignore' the people who were misrepresenting them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;There's hope for America -- especially in our diversity.&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/52502011822872840-4435911120207038578?l=moxie-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moxie-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/4435911120207038578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=52502011822872840&amp;postID=4435911120207038578' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/52502011822872840/posts/default/4435911120207038578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/52502011822872840/posts/default/4435911120207038578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moxie-musings.blogspot.com/2008/10/hope-for-america.html' title='Hope for America'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14299106968376558651</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52502011822872840.post-8345977280805121304</id><published>2008-10-13T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T13:56:42.065-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><title type='text'>Hate Came Calling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T83xISy5R-8/SPO1lWYx_AI/AAAAAAAAABM/De1rh9GkGPI/s1600-h/IMG_0697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T83xISy5R-8/SPO1lWYx_AI/AAAAAAAAABM/De1rh9GkGPI/s320/IMG_0697.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256744843340807170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I didn't go to the rally for John McCain or Sarah Palin when they were in Fairfax.  Neither had I been to a Hillary or Obama rally, although I've been following all of the campaigns for what feels like f-o-r-e-v-e-r.  (As an aside, a serious contender for my vote would be someone who introduces legislation putting a one year term limit on campaigns.)  Early in the weekend just past, it was alarming to hear some of the ethnic assertions that are being made at certain rallies.  My hope and prayers were immediately asking that the racial prejudice that lurks in the corners of our society would not be invited to ferment and fill the room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Apparently, hate works faster than hope.  As I prepared to lead a Senior High Sunday school discussion on what happened at the PC(USA) 2008 GA, I was stopped by a parishioner who had come back inside from his car to show me what had been left in every car door in our church parking lot during our Sunday worship service. (see photo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Hate came calling on a beautiful Sunday morning as we worshipped. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;What do we do when our opinions collide?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The SS discussion revealed that Youth, and many older adults, find value in "staying neutral" and allowing everyone their own opinion.  This led us to reflect on other questions: How long can you stay neutral?  When has someone crossed a line that requires a response?  What's the best way to 'change' someone's mind on a position? By vote?  By getting to know someone as a fellow human being and then engaging in discussion without the ulterior motive of changing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; mind.  Instead, we'd each ask ourselves, "What is God doing here, right now?" Maybe we'd each learn something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Hope takes longer because it takes more time and work.  Hate found it is easy to pamphlet a parking lot after producing some negative literature.  It's also easy to make some 'questioning' comments in a speech.  It's a lot harder to sit down and find out why someone with different opinions holds that opinion.  And - it's d*** hard to be open to the possibility that we might not be right.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"Remember to take the time to talk about what you believe" was the message I've been giving upset parishioners over this 'incident'.  And - keep praying that hate gets scrubbed from all corners of our globe.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/52502011822872840-8345977280805121304?l=moxie-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moxie-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/8345977280805121304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=52502011822872840&amp;postID=8345977280805121304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/52502011822872840/posts/default/8345977280805121304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/52502011822872840/posts/default/8345977280805121304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moxie-musings.blogspot.com/2008/10/hate-came-calling.html' title='Hate Came Calling'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14299106968376558651</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/_T83xISy5R-8/SPO1lWYx_AI/AAAAAAAAABM/De1rh9GkGPI/s72-c/IMG_0697.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52502011822872840.post-4048622526585816248</id><published>2008-09-30T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T05:43:37.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bail Me Out?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;My high school aged son's lunch  account sends me notices when he reaches a $5.00 minimum balance.  I just electronically deposited funds into the lunch account to last him at least month. The funding then shows up on my credit card at the end of the month.  My Netflix subscription and a view other accounts are backed by my credit card account.  My life is so much easier because of my credit.  The number of checks I have to write has decreased, I don't have to go to the bank as often as I would if I paid everything in cash, and I earn frequent flyer miles as I spend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;My second born son is in his first semester at college and we keep getting notices that he's spending money faster than we can replenish his account.  Again, we depend on electronic means to keep him in the black - with a little help from the bank.  (And, if we could just get ahold of him maybe we'd be able to share some money management tips.  It's scary to think about how much fun he must be having.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;What's even scarier is that this life as we know it, is changing.  If we believe what we hear in the news, the credit situation is in danger of freezing up and the banks will no longer be so 'free' with credit, even for 'good' credit risks like me.  I'm nervous that if I have to be a better money manager of my actual cash flow, which will definitely require some lifestyle changes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Last weekend I preached on the Parable of the Talents. The idea I offered was that God wants the faithful to be risk takers, which requires taking risks in lifestyle.  The parable, the kinda-like story, used money as a lens into the character of God.  I prefer to read this from the perspective that the story wasn't really about money but about taking risks with the gospel.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Some believers might ask, "Did God create this economic situation?  Is God involved here?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;One message is clear, God wants us to risk some lifestyle changes.  Starting at the executive level right on down to the grassroots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;What &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/52502011822872840-4048622526585816248?l=moxie-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moxie-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/4048622526585816248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=52502011822872840&amp;postID=4048622526585816248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/52502011822872840/posts/default/4048622526585816248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/52502011822872840/posts/default/4048622526585816248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moxie-musings.blogspot.com/2008/09/bail-me-out.html' title='Bail Me Out?'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14299106968376558651</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-52502011822872840.post-2699117053547789717</id><published>2008-09-23T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T17:27:38.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch-Ch-Changes to Face the Strain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T83xISy5R-8/SNmJajLu7jI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VdMEaxH_8gA/s1600-h/ncplgo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T83xISy5R-8/SNmJajLu7jI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VdMEaxH_8gA/s200/ncplgo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249377929891081778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;eing a Presbyterian, I take my responsibility as a presbyter very seriously.  I lament when I have to miss a presbytery meeting as they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;used&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; inspire me.  However, today's meeting felt like I was back in the corporate world, meeting for the sake of meeting.  Reviewing budgets that were going to pass regardless  because no one except the presbytery staff had enough background on the total budget to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; let them pass.  We even increased a debt limit for a retreat center in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;this economic environment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; My only point being -- we were meeting and doing business that felt like it was simply a formality.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;On the car ride home I asked my elders what they thought.  One said, "I could have skipped the morning but things got lively there for a moment after lunch.  That was interesting."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;What the elder was referring to was a motion brought forth suggesting NCP presbyters 'try' a new format to presbytery meetings.  Instead of conducting business as a formality, how about if we were to engage one another in Bible study, discussion, and worship???  Our votes on important, controversial subjects might take on a new tone and meaning. We might be in relationship and experience something of what we preach about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Hello, was that the Holy Spirit blowing through the room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Some wanted to refer it to "Council" to decide.  Right, take the decision making away from the people who actually have to suffer through the meetings-as-a-formality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Looking forward to November.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/52502011822872840-2699117053547789717?l=moxie-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moxie-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/2699117053547789717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=52502011822872840&amp;postID=2699117053547789717' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/52502011822872840/posts/default/2699117053547789717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/52502011822872840/posts/default/2699117053547789717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moxie-musings.blogspot.com/2008/09/ch-ch-changes-to-face-strain.html' title='Ch-Ch-Changes to Face the Strain'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14299106968376558651</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/_T83xISy5R-8/SNmJajLu7jI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VdMEaxH_8gA/s72-c/ncplgo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52502011822872840.post-2786335283041379217</id><published>2008-09-17T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T14:37:39.716-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grace'/><title type='text'>Grace in the Chaos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T83xISy5R-8/SNFDmcIdn1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/FEqDXYhAK8U/s1600-h/flat_tire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T83xISy5R-8/SNFDmcIdn1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/FEqDXYhAK8U/s320/flat_tire.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247049368529117010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It started off by waking up &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt; before the alarm at 4:40 AM about the time JMR was leaving for work.  After working for the morning, I decided to ride my bike to the gym to work out.  Soon I discovered the tires were very low and I couldn't find the bike pump.  I rode to the gym anyway via the service station with an air machine.  However, it cost 75 cents for three minutes of air.  In my pockets -- nothing except a debit card. Arriving at the gym later than usual, I found my my favorite machines occupied and at that moment my reading glasses broke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I did work out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Heading home, I stopped for cash at a nearby ATM, and proceeded to the service station to fill up my tires.  I wasn't quite sure how the pressure gauge worked but I checked the tires which said "fill to 75" whatever the measure system is.  I made sure the gauge didn't go over 60 whatever-the-measure is.  Very proud of my self sufficiency, which I could wave in front of JMR, I rode on into the intersection of Braddock and Rt. 123 where I had the walk signal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;There was a loud bang like I'd never heard before as trucks and cars are whizzing by.  "Is someone shooting?" I thought.  I looked down and my tire was flapping in the wind -- POPPED.  My bike and I became walking companions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Grace broke in when I caught up to a neighbor who was walking home from the store.  Living in the same neighborhood for 4.5 years, this was the first time I ever met Jim who'd lived in North Hill since 1983.  For the first time in 4.5 years, we spent fifteen sun-filled, September minutes walking together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Grace broke in at 5:55 when I decided to stop trying to sleep and get up and work.  I was done with Sunday's bulletin by 10:00 AM and had some ideas working for the sermon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Grace broke in at the gym when I asked for a young woman's assistance with my glasses and with her good eyes and long fingernails she was able to put the little screw back in place. I worked out for 45 min. reading happily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Grace broke in -- and -- the day's not over yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/52502011822872840-2786335283041379217?l=moxie-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moxie-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/2786335283041379217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=52502011822872840&amp;postID=2786335283041379217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/52502011822872840/posts/default/2786335283041379217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/52502011822872840/posts/default/2786335283041379217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moxie-musings.blogspot.com/2008/09/grace-in-chaos.html' title='Grace in the Chaos'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14299106968376558651</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T83xISy5R-8/SNFDmcIdn1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/FEqDXYhAK8U/s72-c/flat_tire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52502011822872840.post-2048397150644472342</id><published>2008-09-11T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T19:33:35.169-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tech tools'/><title type='text'>Getting Techie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I am in awe of bloggers and those who have souped up fancy FB profiles.  I've been reading blogs recently by our PC(USA) moderator, &lt;a href="http://www.mod.reyes-chow.com/"&gt;Bruce Reyes-Chow&lt;/a&gt;,  about why he and some of my other colleagues blog; as a spiritual discipline, a way of dialoging and sharing ideas, a way of staying in touch with those who might be disconnected from traditional faith communities.  I love the idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;In my wandering I discovered Google Reader, an efficient way to select blogs that you'd like to receive update feeds from.  I stumbled on it at http://www.blogger.com and clicking on the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;dashboard menu.  It's amazing.  &lt;/span&gt;Now, not only do I get feeds from my favorite bloggers, but also from places like The Daily Show and Daily Quotes.  The quotes are great and here are a few of my favorites from today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"When a thing is funny, search it carefully for a hidden truth."  George Bernard Shaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"What if everything is an illusion and nothing exists? In that case, I definitely overpaid for my carpet." Woody Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"Try to learn something about everything and everything about something."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;  Thomas H. Huxley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;So much to learn...so little time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/52502011822872840-2048397150644472342?l=moxie-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moxie-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/2048397150644472342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=52502011822872840&amp;postID=2048397150644472342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/52502011822872840/posts/default/2048397150644472342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/52502011822872840/posts/default/2048397150644472342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moxie-musings.blogspot.com/2008/09/loving-my-mac.html' title='Getting Techie'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14299106968376558651</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52502011822872840.post-7965112855854589406</id><published>2008-09-09T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T19:32:39.388-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church community'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vocation'/><title type='text'>Saying Yes and Wishing I Knew When to Say No</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T83xISy5R-8/SMczYd2paNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4kS8Hlnv9t4/s1600-h/IMG_0406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T83xISy5R-8/SMczYd2paNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4kS8Hlnv9t4/s320/IMG_0406.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244216786519943378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"When men and women take personality tests, some of the old &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://topics.nytimes.com/top/news/science/topics/mars_planet/index.html?inline=nyt-classifier" title="More articles about Mars (Planet)." style="color: rgb(0, 66, 118); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Mars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;-Venus stereotypes keep reappearing. On average, women are more cooperative, nurturing, cautious and emotionally responsive. Men tend to be more competitive, assertive, reckless and emotionally flat."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Read more of this article &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://www.nytimes.com/2008/09/09/science/09tier.html?ex=1378699200&amp;amp;en=c7adf4a78198d620&amp;amp;ei=5124&amp;amp;partner=facebook&amp;amp;exprod=facebook"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Yesterday, I was not emotionally responsive.  Instead, uncharacteristic of my gender, I was assertive and emotionally flat.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;After not knowing how to say no to a request to do a funeral for a non-church member I met with the husband and wife, (wife's dad died) to discuss the 'service'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;  As the hostess/planner of this affair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;started talking about how she's going to put the food over here...and then you can speak for about ten minutes over here , etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;  I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; very politely lost my cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I asked why it was important for me to be present at this event??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Since this was not taking place in my church or not in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; home church because they stopped attending their home church a couple of years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;  My question could be summed up as:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Was I an accessory to this "reception" or were they interested in hearing a witness to the resurrection?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;When I was an intern at a church, the senior pastor would tell me how much he hated doing weddings because he felt so used and that it blew his whole weekend.  I thought he was missing an evangelism opportunity.  So - in five years of ministry I never said no to any weddings or funerals.  I can't recall being aware of these events bringing anyone back to the church. Now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; burning out on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/52502011822872840-7965112855854589406?l=moxie-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moxie-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/7965112855854589406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=52502011822872840&amp;postID=7965112855854589406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/52502011822872840/posts/default/7965112855854589406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/52502011822872840/posts/default/7965112855854589406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moxie-musings.blogspot.com/2008/09/saying-yes-and-wishing-i-knew-when-to.html' title='Saying Yes and Wishing I Knew When to Say No'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14299106968376558651</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/_T83xISy5R-8/SMczYd2paNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4kS8Hlnv9t4/s72-c/IMG_0406.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52502011822872840.post-3854715756424689934</id><published>2008-09-03T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T17:40:26.203-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobbies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intentions'/><title type='text'>I Better Get Better at This</title><content type='html'>I so want to be a regular blogger -- then I might actually tell people to check out my blog.  Instead, it seems to turn out to be something I "mean-to-do."  It reminds me of vacation this past week.  We spent four days at the beach with some very good friends.  One morning two of the friends were organizing photos -- one in an album and one was doing a fabulous job scrap booking.  I would love to expend creative energy scrap booking! But -  I know that in reality I would probably buy all the supplies, fill a couple of pages, and then stuff it all in my closet -- and feel unendingly guilty about not getting more done.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just the awareness of that reality makes me feel like I have such self control.  I haven't spent a cent on scrap booking.  At least, not until I turn the couple of hundred dollars worth of beads in my closet into jewelry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/52502011822872840-3854715756424689934?l=moxie-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moxie-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/3854715756424689934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=52502011822872840&amp;postID=3854715756424689934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/52502011822872840/posts/default/3854715756424689934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/52502011822872840/posts/default/3854715756424689934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moxie-musings.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-better-get-better-at-this.html' title='I Better Get Better at This'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14299106968376558651</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-52502011822872840.post-7085638702716895524</id><published>2008-08-04T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T18:56:16.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retreats and Time Well Wasted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It was hard to get myself geared up for the presbytery retreat I had committed myself to attending this first week in August. It's Vacation Bible School week and it still takes me awhile to generate a sermon so I hated to take two whole days out of my schedule.  Anyway, this week I'm preaching on the practice of "listening for transformation" using the story of Jesus' conversation with the Syrophonecian woman.  Well, a comment was made at this retreat that transformation is an exchange: you have to exchange an old idea, value, program (fill in the blank) for a new idea, value, or possibly a program to take root.  Ooo la la a sermon start. Time well wasted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/52502011822872840-7085638702716895524?l=moxie-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moxie-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/7085638702716895524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=52502011822872840&amp;postID=7085638702716895524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/52502011822872840/posts/default/7085638702716895524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/52502011822872840/posts/default/7085638702716895524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moxie-musings.blogspot.com/2008/08/retreats-and-time-well-wasted.html' title='Retreats and Time Well Wasted'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14299106968376558651</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-52502011822872840.post-6667889852119216655</id><published>2008-07-21T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T11:38:55.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Candidates and Ords</title><content type='html'>After taking the Presbyterian ordination exams 7 years ago, this morning I was reacquainted with the angst associated with preparation for these rigorous exams.  Over a latte, I reviewed ord questions with three candidates for the ministry who are preparing for their exams in September.  They took me back in time.  In my mind ords are the Presbyterian equivalent to state bar exams for lawyers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And -- they are worth the effort!  It is a denominational &lt;em&gt;practice&lt;/em&gt; of preparing ministers of the Word and Sacrament, which ensures they are knowledgable of Scripture, classical and modern theology as well as the PC(USA) constitution.  It is a &lt;em&gt;practice&lt;/em&gt; that equips the potential pastor to respond to the deep questions of faith that permeate everyday life and situations people find themselves in.  Often times when 'situations' occur in the church I ask myself, "How would I answer this if it was an ordination question?"  Which initiates my examination of whether my approach is well thought out along with what my motives vs. God's purpose might be in my handling of the situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's rigorous and I'm glad there's not such a thing as renewing your ord 'licensing'.  On the other hand, maybe that wouldn't be such a bad idea...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/52502011822872840-6667889852119216655?l=moxie-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moxie-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/6667889852119216655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=52502011822872840&amp;postID=6667889852119216655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/52502011822872840/posts/default/6667889852119216655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/52502011822872840/posts/default/6667889852119216655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moxie-musings.blogspot.com/2008/07/candidates-and-ords.html' title='Candidates and Ords'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14299106968376558651</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52502011822872840.post-1166415946607061818</id><published>2008-07-16T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T13:32:36.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honoring the Body</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.opus-art.com/image_cache/10037_W154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand" height="208" alt="" src="http://www.opus-art.com/image_cache/10037_W154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This week's sermon topic is the Christian practice of honoring the body. I'm calling it "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Known in the Biblical Sense&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" with Psalm 139 as my scripture text. How does one honor being 'fearfully and wonderfully made' as an individual and in relationships? Where do we cross the line from sacredness to vulnerability; honor to dishonor? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is so much to explore in body 'projects': &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;adornment ~ clothes, like tatooing, piercing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;shaping ~ steriod use, eating disorders, exercise for health or compulsion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;being shaped by our bodies ~ I'll always be a 5'2" Euro- American woman, no changing that, how has that shaped who I am, how I operate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Feeding the Body ~ why has it taken 40+ years to figure out how to eat &lt;em&gt;normally&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The Sexual Body ~ I want my sons to be good lovers. Does that mean they should go out and practice, practice, practice? No - they should honor their own body and the body for whom they care with love, offering as much freedom as possible. Freedom means being able to develop physically, emotionally, and spiritually into the person God intends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The Suffering Body ~ touch is important in healing (not curing). What kind of touch helps another heal? Who are untouchables in our lives?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It takes a body to know God. We experience, feel, taste, touch, hear, see, and express with our bodies. Without bodies there would be no relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;God bless our bodies for we are fearfully and wonderfully made!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/52502011822872840-1166415946607061818?l=moxie-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moxie-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/1166415946607061818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=52502011822872840&amp;postID=1166415946607061818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/52502011822872840/posts/default/1166415946607061818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/52502011822872840/posts/default/1166415946607061818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moxie-musings.blogspot.com/2008/07/honoring-body.html' title='Honoring the Body'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14299106968376558651</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52502011822872840.post-7217269780231490365</id><published>2008-07-09T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T11:29:38.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Testimony - That's (Not) the God I Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Last week BBT asked us to write an Amazon.com review of a reader's choice book that we read in preparation for our class.  My choice was &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Testimony-Talking-Ourselves-Christian-Practices/dp/0787968323/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1215627468&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Testimony: Talking Ourselves into Being Christian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;by preaching professor Thomas G. Long.  A great read for mainline Christians, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/review/product/0787968323/ref=sr_1_1_cm_cr_acr_img?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;amp;showViewpoints=1"&gt;here's what I thought.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&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/52502011822872840-7217269780231490365?l=moxie-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moxie-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/7217269780231490365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=52502011822872840&amp;postID=7217269780231490365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/52502011822872840/posts/default/7217269780231490365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/52502011822872840/posts/default/7217269780231490365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moxie-musings.blogspot.com/2008/07/testimony-thats-not-god-i-know.html' title='Testimony - That&apos;s (Not) the God I Know'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14299106968376558651</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-52502011822872840.post-1838543245078230078</id><published>2008-07-08T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T18:28:27.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Weeks with BBT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T83xISy5R-8/SHQS-WWHS0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/a37N8U5QSng/s1600-h/IMG_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T83xISy5R-8/SHQS-WWHS0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/a37N8U5QSng/s200/IMG_0073.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220818730388769602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Folks in our Christian Practice for Congregations class with Barbara Brown Taylor are feeling a little guilty.  It seems we aren't 'working' hard enough.  There's a lot of time spent nourishing our bodies; resting, reading, taking a walk or a nap, and tasting a little wine from time to time. Barbara said she "trusts God will meet people who do good practice."  That leaves much to the imagination. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Do we initiate the practice that focuses us on God, or does God lead us to the practice? Does resting and playing have a place in shaping who we are as Christians in the world?  Does everything we do have to be utilitarian?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;What about deforming practices - practices that are detrimental to our formation as a community of believers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;What makes a practice Christian?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/52502011822872840-1838543245078230078?l=moxie-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moxie-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/1838543245078230078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=52502011822872840&amp;postID=1838543245078230078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/52502011822872840/posts/default/1838543245078230078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/52502011822872840/posts/default/1838543245078230078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moxie-musings.blogspot.com/2008/07/two-weeks-with-bbt.html' title='Two Weeks with BBT'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14299106968376558651</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://bp2.blogger.com/_T83xISy5R-8/SHQS-WWHS0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/a37N8U5QSng/s72-c/IMG_0073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52502011822872840.post-9014865848949440084</id><published>2008-07-02T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T18:27:53.165-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D. MIn. work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rest'/><title type='text'>Columbia Sabbatical</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;This is my third round of classes for a doctor of ministry degree.  The term doctorate sounds very studious but instead I'm finding it very freeing.  More often than not in the Gospel and Culture track at &lt;a href="http://www.ctsnet.edu/"&gt;Columbia Seminary&lt;/a&gt; we practice creative Christian thinking. This week I thought we'd be sitting around meditating, doing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lectio divina&lt;/span&gt;, or walking a labyrinth. Instead we're exploring embodied practices - the things we do over time that shapes our way of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;What do you do over time that shapes your way of life? Here are some of the non-traditional (in terms of being associated with church) practices shared in class:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;P&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;ractice of the Porch&lt;/span&gt; - John sits outside reading the paper on his porch which connect him to the immediate neighborhood and the larger world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Practice of the Evening Walk&lt;/span&gt; - Chris' family walks every evening.  The neighborhood has watched this family grow from couplehood to having a dog and now two children join their band of merry walkers.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Practice of the Fountain Pen &lt;/span&gt;- This activity makes Jeff slow down, be intentional about the words he writes since there is no back space button.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Practice of Cooking Over an Outdoor Fire &lt;/span&gt;- Mason and his preschool sons build a fire in the morning, tend it for a good part of the day, and then cook something wildly southern over the open fire.  They are out in the God's good creation, taking Sabbath time to cook the fruits of the earth, rather than turning the stove on and having dinner in 30 minutes.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Practice of Walking and Biking&lt;/span&gt; - trying not to increase my carbon footprint anymore than I have to I try to walk or bike as much as I can to the gym, the library, to Starbucks, etc.  It sharpens my senses as I smell the flowers and the soil, feel the changes in the weather, listen to the birds chirping and the dogs barking. Overall it makes me attentive to the creation. This practice evolved from an effort to be 'green' yet it sends me to prayer almost every time.  I don't do it in church, but I often feel way more gratitude to God, so it must be a Christian practice.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's your life giving, life shaping practice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/52502011822872840-9014865848949440084?l=moxie-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moxie-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/9014865848949440084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=52502011822872840&amp;postID=9014865848949440084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/52502011822872840/posts/default/9014865848949440084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/52502011822872840/posts/default/9014865848949440084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moxie-musings.blogspot.com/2008/07/columbia-sabbatical.html' title='Columbia Sabbatical'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14299106968376558651</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-52502011822872840.post-7597008713299756225</id><published>2008-06-23T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T07:44:19.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Practices</title><content type='html'>Thinking all about practices for my upcoming trip to Atlanta.  What do we repeatedly practice that makes meaning?  Well, I seem to repeat the practice of forgetfulness.  I remember to get something that I'll need later in the day, lay it somewhere, and then I'll forget it altogether.  Is this God's way of reprioritizing for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/52502011822872840-7597008713299756225?l=moxie-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moxie-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/7597008713299756225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=52502011822872840&amp;postID=7597008713299756225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/52502011822872840/posts/default/7597008713299756225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/52502011822872840/posts/default/7597008713299756225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moxie-musings.blogspot.com/2008/06/practices.html' title='Practices'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14299106968376558651</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-52502011822872840.post-2580358476706132797</id><published>2008-06-19T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T16:16:34.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Full disclosure ~ I'm old enough to realize that blogging is something I want to do to keep up with the 'changing times'.  I'm also old enough to be set in old patterns, which makes blogging hard to do.  Yet, a friend of mine invited me to a group of Emergent church types who encouraged me to take it up again.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I've been a solo pastor for all of five months.  I'm still trying to find my groove in scheduling, which I'm pretty sure will take at least the first year.  It's been great getting to know a new congregation and community.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;In preparation for a Christian Practices class with Barbara Brown Taylor, I'm reading "Testimony: Talking Ourselves into Being Christian" by Tom Long.  My favorite quote for the weekend sermon is: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unless you can say it, you don't really believe it&lt;/span&gt;. (p.7)  What do we say about our faith?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/52502011822872840-2580358476706132797?l=moxie-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moxie-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/2580358476706132797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=52502011822872840&amp;postID=2580358476706132797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/52502011822872840/posts/default/2580358476706132797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/52502011822872840/posts/default/2580358476706132797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moxie-musings.blogspot.com/2008/06/trying-again.html' title='Trying Again'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14299106968376558651</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>
