<?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-23176815</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:23:18.949-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee Contemplations</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269688786282212742</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>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23176815.post-5393150663624934907</id><published>2008-05-28T12:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T13:25:38.034-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Carmel Frappe?!?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>Who have I become?  Where am I going?  I just finished a Carmel Frappe at Steamers in Cranberry.  I am amazed at how many things have changed since the last time I posted.  I am now married and moved into a completely new area.  I am working at a new job, a year out of my surgery, and much less physically active as a result.  I miss golf, baseball, running, working out intensely, hiking, roller-blading, and a lot of other things I used to do all the time.  The sun is out and it reminds me of all the things i COULD have done prior to my herniated disc.  Life changes so quickly and yet so slowly.  What things matter and what things don't?  How do you know when to turn the ship and when to just let the wind take it where it will?  When do you order a Carmel Frappe to change things up a bit?  Well for me it was when I filled my "get a free drink" card up with a bunch of inexpensive, and oh so delicious, cups of black coffee.  So, things may not have changed as much as you thought, but perception is important as well.  You may have perceived me as a new person who drinks "foo foo" drinks and is weaker but is that really true?  Maybe I am stronger...strong enough to have a Carmel Frappe whenever I want.  What you say may not matter as much to me any more.  That is one of the changes that has definitely taken place.  I am not as much of a pleaser as I used to be.  I have definitely seen a change in that and here's proof for you.  I drink decaf after 10:00 am now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say whatever you want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to sleep and I do what I want...It was a painful process whenever I accidentally kicked the caffeine habit.  I started to have a couple of really busy weeks and before I knew it I was getting some massive headaches.  By the time I realized why I was getting them I was going back and forth with my caffeine days and non-caffeine days.  This was not a planned change but the pain of going back and forth was so bad that I decided to just eliminate the caffeine altogether for a while.  Now I can have caffeine in the morning and it wears off by the time I go to bed but if I have it in the afternoon...I'm up all night (thank you Benedryl for your help in these moments of agony).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there you go.  That is enough proof for you to know that I am less of a pleaser than I used to be.  Maybe that is also due to being married.  I will go into this more at a later time but there is a lot to be said for getting married and building your character.  Well back to that Carmel Frappe...it is empty minus a couple of drips left on the bottom.  That is similar to how I feel right now.  How did the Frappe become that way?  There was a repetitive action that drained it.  An action that involved more sucking than pouring.  That is how I got to where I am right now as well.  The job I am in is sucking with not a whole lot of pouring yet.  There is great potential with this job and the way I am going about it I knew that there would be a lot of sucking for the first year.  I just need to see the pitcher on the horizon.  I am drained because at the end of every month I have put in countless hours of work and there wasn't much pouring of financial help along the way.  Where does this leave me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long will it last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                            When do you turn the ship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                Am I doing all I can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                   Am I listening to the Lord?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Is this just a growing moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                               Too much has been invested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                    Do I work another job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions that suck...constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are the answers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are the answers that pour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                    The Lord has the answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                I need a refill...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23176815-5393150663624934907?l=coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/feeds/5393150663624934907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23176815&amp;postID=5393150663624934907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/5393150663624934907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/5393150663624934907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/2008/05/carmel-frappe.html' title='Carmel Frappe?!?!?!?!'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269688786282212742</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-23176815.post-2338043131484638425</id><published>2007-03-08T15:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T15:27:12.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Roast: bright and bold</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3-8-07&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Wow, it’s been quite a while since I’ve been able to get out and write on here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am now living in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Pennsylvania&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m at a coffee shop in New Wilmington called Mugsies sipping on a cup of Café Rojos.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After asking where this coffee came from and seeing the look on this “barista’s” face I realized I’ve crossed the line.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This line that I speak of may not be what you think.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have not crossed a line that other people draw and expect you to stay behind.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have crossed a line that shows I am officially a coffee aficionado.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This word can be shortened into using the word fanatic.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am a coffee fanatic.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fanatic means, “Insane person”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I prefer to use the latin root “fanaticus” which means to be “insanely but divinely inspired”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yes that’s it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am insanely, but divinely inspired for my love of coffee.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is the line that I speak of.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Over the last few months I have been roasting my own green coffee beans at home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I enjoy this process of taking a raw material and creating something so pleasurable out of it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The little green bean looks so unappealing in its green form but when it is roasted, ground, and brewed (in whatever manner one prefers); all senses become engaged in the final product.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In their original form they all look very much alike, with a few differences in color, size, and weight; but when finished every cup is different based on the process the endured.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I have been going through this process myself and I know it is because I am being crafted into a unique and complex “cup” with a combination of dry fragrance, wet aroma, brightness, depth, body, and finish.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have even recently been “ground” when I underwent back surgery.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will say that the process is uncomfortable but with the end in mind it is easier to withstand.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I have been recently struggling to fully understand what “the end” is.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know that Jesus is going to return, judgment is going to happen, and I will be spending eternity with Him but what about prior to His return.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will be living my life to “worship” Him but what does that look like today, tomorrow, in three years?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I see how I am going through the process of becoming a “man after God’s own heart.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That is what I want, what I desire, but what does that mean for me?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I die before He returns I want to look back and see that my life made a difference.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why do I want my life to make a difference?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What kind of difference do I want my life to make, on what, on whom, where at?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The deeper I go into these questions the more I realize that the emphasis must be on the process.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The way that I enjoy crafting a cup of coffee must be the way that I should enjoy being crafted.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is easy to do all kinds of crazy things to a bean like heating them to 400+ degrees and making them crack once or twice when you are removed from the process.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How much harder it would be to go through that process but what a better appreciation, understanding, and love would you have if you did go through it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know that this is what Jesus did for us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;God has become fully involved and understands everything far better than I because not only did He create everything but He also knows first hand what I’m going through.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He knows what it feels like to deal with the weight of sin, and knows what it is like to conquer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He knows how to fight, how to serve, how to lead, how to cry, how to rejoice, how to eat, drink, live, love, and move.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I do not know what I am going to turn out like but I don’t want to shortcut any of the processes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to undergo the screening process when necessary so that I will get rid of the broken pieces.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to soak up the heat so that I will expand my capabilities even if it darkens my view of the world. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I want to feel the pain of the daily grind so that I can fully appreciate the flavor of life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to rest when I need to so that my body will be enhanced.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After all is said and done I want to be used up by my expiration date so that I will be fully effective in producing all that I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23176815-2338043131484638425?l=coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/feeds/2338043131484638425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23176815&amp;postID=2338043131484638425' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/2338043131484638425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/2338043131484638425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/2007/03/life-roast-bright-and-bold.html' title='Life Roast: bright and bold'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269688786282212742</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-23176815.post-116041275184422930</id><published>2006-10-09T12:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:13:07.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin' Pie</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;10-9-06&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am at Riverstop again. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This may be one of my last moments in this coffee shop.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sipping on a creamed up cup of quarter “caff” coffee I reflect on the many moments that I have spent here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Transition is knocking on my door.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am already half way through the door but still cannot see fully what is on the other side.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am moving to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Pittsburgh&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; and will be much closer to my family.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have seen this change coming for about 6 months but am amazed that it is here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So many things have happened in these last months and have drastically changed how my time is spent.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The lovely woman that I am dating is a joy and blessing to my life and will be accompanying me on this adventure.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, with all of that being said, my thoughts run to pumpkins.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pumpkins, they come in many shapes and sizes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are usually orange on the outside with grooves running vertically.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are turning out in great numbers at this time of year and have many purposes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I enjoy taking out their seeds and baking them with salt.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I also enjoy allowing my grandmother to bake me; yes I allow her, pumpkin pies.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These two things alone are enough of a purpose for me to know they are valuable but yet I want to know what else they do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They could be good for a very difficult game of bowling.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are used to make very ugly face and then lit up with a candle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am amazed at how many different things pumpkins can be used for.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A couple of the strange uses are things like skin care and candle holders.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I began to realize that humans love to find purpose in things.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Finding purpose is a gift that people possess and must decide if they want to use.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have also realized that we are rarely satisfied with figuring out one purpose.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just recently spoke to a chemist that worked two years on figure out another use of an orange peel.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are times that finding new purposes can be beneficial and other times that it can be detrimental to the main purpose.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When we start finding new purposes many times we forget about the old ones and do not find them meaningful any longer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If pumpkins started being worn as hats then we would stop cutting faces in them because it would ruin the hat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is an extremely bizarre example of what the Body of Christ may be doing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I enjoy learning about what the Body is suppose to be doing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I enjoy learning about the purposes of life for a Christian but I am seeing how rediscovering our original purpose is largely due to the fact that we forgot it in the first place.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Being in the midst of a major transition I am seeing how many “discoveries” are not really discoveries at all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rediscoveries can only happen when we no longer remember our original purpose.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were created to respond to God.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This involves a relationship with Him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Worship and rejection are the only two options.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Things become simple again when we remember that we have a decision to make in how we respond to God.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think we need to get back to the core.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pretty things can be made with a pumpkin shell but the core is what is important; without the core…the shell is dead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23176815-116041275184422930?l=coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/feeds/116041275184422930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23176815&amp;postID=116041275184422930' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/116041275184422930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/116041275184422930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/2006/10/pumpkin-pie.html' title='Pumpkin&apos; Pie'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269688786282212742</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23176815.post-115506888370519524</id><published>2006-08-08T16:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:13:07.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>emBODYing Candles...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;8-8-06&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am at Riverstop Café with my third cup of Columbian“half caff.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I found the picture that is posted below and began to think about candles.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Candles start our looking pretty nice; clean edges, colorful, cool shapes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Candles have a purpose though that is concealed within them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are able to emit light.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When the lights go out in your house if you don’t have a flash light then you can use candles.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Candles can also be used to create mood lighting for various occasions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The problem is that a candle changes shape when it does what it’s suppose to.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A candle begins to round out in some places, drip onto other things, and shrink in size.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The life of a candle ends when its purpose runs out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The wick that is placed within the candle must be lit and then it will serve its purpose until the wick is used up.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I liken this to our lives as humans.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We start out with soft skin, no bruises, and different shapes and colors.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As life goes on we become more banged up and appear less beautiful to our own eyes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can only imagine a candle looking at itself as it was burning.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If it did not realize its purpose then it would be like…”Aw look…that’s sagging now.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;or “I can’t control this liquid running down me.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sound anything like what we experience as we get older?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So we have this purpose…what if we never are never lit?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our bodies still wear away but it is like a candle on a grater.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The wick is sliced shorter with every pass and our bodies will continue to wither away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If we are never lit then we will get to the end of our life without ever having served our purpose.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If we have a purpose placed within us then we must recognize it so that we are able to be intentional about our lives.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We need to realize that we were created to be light in the darkness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We need to see that our light is not our own but we are given light and we are created to hold light.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are able to have the God of the universe light us up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As we recognize our purpose we will start to see the wearing of our bodies as evidence that we are doing what we were created to do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We will then see the beauty of what is happening.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23176815-115506888370519524?l=coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/feeds/115506888370519524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23176815&amp;postID=115506888370519524' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/115506888370519524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/115506888370519524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/2006/08/embodying-candles.html' title='emBODYing Candles...'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269688786282212742</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23176815.post-115506710740264100</id><published>2006-08-08T15:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:13:07.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/182/10005/640/100_2970.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/182/10005/320/100_2970.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light in darkness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23176815-115506710740264100?l=coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/feeds/115506710740264100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23176815&amp;postID=115506710740264100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/115506710740264100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/115506710740264100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/2006/08/light-in-darkness.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269688786282212742</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-23176815.post-115332219231796711</id><published>2006-07-19T11:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:13:07.051-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/182/10005/640/100_3119.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/182/10005/320/100_3119.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press On...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23176815-115332219231796711?l=coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/feeds/115332219231796711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23176815&amp;postID=115332219231796711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/115332219231796711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/115332219231796711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/2006/07/press-on.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269688786282212742</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-23176815.post-115324856993205317</id><published>2006-07-18T14:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:13:06.878-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Intrigued?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;7-18-06&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Brian McLaren states that “clarity is sometimes overrated and that intrigue is correspondingly undervalued.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ok… I’m intrigued.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What does he mean when he says this?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I like clarity.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I like to “see clearly the rain is gone.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I like to see the bottom of the pool when I swim so I know what I am swimming in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I like to see clearly as I drive down the road so I don’t run in to anything.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Clarity is overrated…how do we rate clarity?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can see how we rate clarity pretty high on the scale.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ok, I agree that it has a high rating.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What about intrigue being undervalued.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I find that intrigue is used to draw us in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am intrigued as to what he is meaning so I am drawn into the conversation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to know more about what he means.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Intrigue is used to draw us in but then we abandon intrigue in the search for clarity.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So we have a minimal use of intrigue and an intense desire for clarity.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What is clarity?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Seeing something clearly, understanding, having something figured out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In our relationship with the LORD we want to see Him clearly, understand Him…figure Him out?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Can we figure God out?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Can we really see Him clearly in the state of decay that we are in?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our bodies are in a state of decay while our spirits are in a relationship with Him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ok, back to intrigue, I am intrigued by Him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My intrigue draws me in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I am constantly intrigued does that mean I will be constantly drawn in?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe we really do undervalue intrigue.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I was intrigued by the LORD more often wouldn’t that be the key to more clarity?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I said that clarity is seeing Him clearly, understanding Him, &lt;i style=""&gt;trying&lt;/i&gt; to figure Him out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We want to have the clarity, but we overrate it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We see the value in the end, not the process.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The process is what takes us to the end.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We can not find the clarity we desire without being intrigued.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Where does this intrigue come from?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Can we make this intrigue come from ourselves?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I am intrigued by something it is that thing that intrigues me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I do intrigue that thing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;God must intrigue us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The relationship begins with Him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The pursuit begins with Him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I agree with Brian in that “clarity is sometimes overrated and that intrigue is correspondingly undervalued.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When we enter into the relationship with the One that brings clarity we will receive it…but the clarity is not the point…the point is the relationship.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23176815-115324856993205317?l=coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/feeds/115324856993205317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23176815&amp;postID=115324856993205317' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/115324856993205317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/115324856993205317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/2006/07/intrigued.html' title='Intrigued?!?!'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269688786282212742</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23176815.post-115194933677348065</id><published>2006-07-03T13:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:13:06.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;7/3/06&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Sumatra&lt;/st1:place&gt; Mandheling…it is a complexity of flavors that ends in a smooth spice.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am enjoying my experience with this cup.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am at Bitter End, a coffee shop in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Grand Rapids&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am sitting here with my buddy Elch&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We enjoy coffee, reading, discussing life, listening to music, and staring into space.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This brings peace.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Peace…we are not anxious in these moments, we are in our own worlds at times and then come back together to discuss what we’ve seen and heard.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Separate but together…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;How can we be separate but together?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How can we be thinking our own thoughts but still be on the same page?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I feel the key here is to “be”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This word is so complex.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Two letters come together and say so much…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;To exist in actuality; have life or reality: &lt;cite&gt;I think, therefore I am.&lt;/cite&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;ol start="1" type="a"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;To occupy a specified       position: &lt;cite&gt;The food is on the table.&lt;/cite&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;To remain in a certain       state or situation undisturbed, untouched, or unmolested: &lt;cite&gt;Let the       children be.&lt;/cite&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;To take place; occur: &lt;cite&gt;The      test was yesterday.&lt;/cite&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;To go or come: &lt;cite&gt;Have you      ever been to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Italy&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;?      Have you been home recently?&lt;/cite&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Used as a copula in such      senses as:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ol start="1" type="a"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;To equal in identity:       “To be a Christian was to be a Roman” (James Bryce). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;To have a specified       significance: &lt;cite&gt;A is excellent, C is passing. Let n be the unknown quantity.&lt;/cite&gt;       &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;To belong to a       specified class or group: &lt;cite&gt;The human being is a primate.&lt;/cite&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;To have or show a       specified quality or characteristic: &lt;cite&gt;She is witty. All humans are       mortal.&lt;/cite&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;To seem to consist or       be made of: &lt;cite&gt;The yard is all snow. He is all bluff and no bite.&lt;/cite&gt;       &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;To belong; befall: &lt;cite&gt;Peace      be unto you. Woe is me.&lt;/cite&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Do we exist in actuality?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do we have life?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do we go?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do we come?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do we belong?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I think that all of these questions can be answered yes in the sense that we must have do all of these things to still be alive in the physical.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Do we do these things in the spiritual?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Exist, have life, go, come, belong… &lt;/b&gt;Are we alive in the Spiritual?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Are we being physical…yes, we do that without thinking.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Are we being spiritual?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;When sin entered this world did we stop being physical or stop being spiritual?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Who were we distanced from?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How should we pursue One that we are distanced from?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;We must SEEK God…we have probably heard about a hole that only God can fill…this hole may be our spiritual side that is longing to be completed again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;W are physical and spiritual beings that long to have both parts satisfied.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am fully alive when I am BEING fully physical and BEING fully spiritual.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Just as two letters come together in a complex way, and two friends can be totally different in totally different worlds but BE together so should we BE…we should SIMPLY BE.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Beautiful.  Thank you.  I want to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23176815-115194933677348065?l=coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/feeds/115194933677348065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23176815&amp;postID=115194933677348065' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/115194933677348065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/115194933677348065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/2006/07/simply-be.html' title='Simply Be'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269688786282212742</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23176815.post-115170345902777323</id><published>2006-06-30T17:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:13:06.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Game time...</title><content type='html'>Beautiful:  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This glove is unique to my hand…I have been placed in a position.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My Father is playing with me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We have been playing for years, learning the game, enjoying each other.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I haven’t had a glove because I haven’t needed it yet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had to grow into it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The glove was being specially fitted for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My Father has been teaching me how to care for this glove and move it properly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had to learn when to raise it up and when to squeeze it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had to learn how to care for it so that the softness and flexibility would still be there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was made of fine leathers that were very supple and I didn’t want to mess them up.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I now have taken my position, I have learned to trust my Father, and I am equipped to play.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The game is about to start and I get a little bit nervous.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t know if I needed to practice more or if I learned all the rules.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I look into my Father’s eyes and I know that I have everything that I need.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He has faith in me and I have faith in Him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am ready to play any position but He reminds me that He only needs me to play the one that I am in right now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I need only remember what I’ve learned and enjoy the game.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He throws me the ball and I squeeze at just the right time, the glove wraps around the ball and holds it until I am ready to pick it up with my other hand and throw it wherever my Father tells me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My palms are still a little sweaty, I am nervous that I might ruin my glove that is so precious.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am afraid to get it dirty but my Father assures me that it can withstand the pressure of the game as long as it is on my hand.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He has carefully created it so that it will never fall off and will always be ready to go.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I start to realize that the point is not me or the glove but the game and being able to show everyone how incredible my Dad is.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have the coolest Dad around and other people see the game going on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They want to join in and play.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They see us laughing and running, never stopping but constantly with each other.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;People begin coming from all over to play in the game that my Father started.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I realize that I used to be on the sidelines where they were, or running around the concession stand getting snacks and other things but realized that the game was so much more satisfying.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I realized that I couldn’t have a relationship with my Father if I was over eating candy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He was calling out to the people at the concession stand all the time, “Come” and play over here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There’s room on the field, there are positions open…He would stand at the gates and tell them, “Come and follow me”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ll show you how to play.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Don’t waste any more time, there is a game going on and I want YOU to play.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I remember being at the concession stand and constantly running back for more…but now I’m with my Father…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;…and I’m playing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23176815-115170345902777323?l=coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/feeds/115170345902777323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23176815&amp;postID=115170345902777323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/115170345902777323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/115170345902777323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/2006/06/game-time.html' title='Game time...'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269688786282212742</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-23176815.post-115091520715822588</id><published>2006-06-21T14:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:13:06.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/182/10005/640/100_2908.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/182/10005/320/100_2908.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidden&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23176815-115091520715822588?l=coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/feeds/115091520715822588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23176815&amp;postID=115091520715822588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/115091520715822588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/115091520715822588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/2006/06/hidden.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269688786282212742</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-23176815.post-115014889204293267</id><published>2006-06-12T17:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:13:06.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Linda</title><content type='html'>I don't know who she is but I am sitting in a new coffee shop enjoying her blend.  I think that the term blend is interesting.  How often do we "blend" things and never even stop to think about what we are blending.  We blend cultures in the U.S. every day.  We blend ice cream with whatever we want to create a smoothie (so good).  We blend coffee beans to get "Linda's Blend".  We can have things however we want them and if we can't figure out what we want then we start blending the basics together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this what we do in our faith?  Do we have a whole bunch of choices and if we don't like any of them or they don't "fit us" then we start to blend them.  Is it ok?  We have blended worship styles, blended services, blended communion (literally some places just put them both together).  We like to call much of this POMO or Post-Modern.  I am doing a lot of thinking and studying on what the Post Modern Era is and how it is affecting our faith.  I am interested to hear any thoughts that you might have...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23176815-115014889204293267?l=coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/feeds/115014889204293267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23176815&amp;postID=115014889204293267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/115014889204293267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/115014889204293267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/2006/06/linda.html' title='Linda'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269688786282212742</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-23176815.post-114917054192355031</id><published>2006-06-01T10:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:13:06.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/182/10005/640/IMG_0130.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/182/10005/320/IMG_0130.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Spoke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23176815-114917054192355031?l=coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/feeds/114917054192355031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23176815&amp;postID=114917054192355031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/114917054192355031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/114917054192355031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/2006/06/god-spoke.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269688786282212742</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-23176815.post-114850029515807150</id><published>2006-05-24T15:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:13:06.024-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming Cultured</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;5-24-06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I am outside at a gorgeous café in Cincinnati.  The sun is shining and the vines are providing shade in the outdoor gazebo.  I enjoy the breeze on my face and The Fray playing softly in the background.  The cup of French Roast Costa Rican coffee is still good even its current state of coldness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I have been thinking about being “cultured” and how we relate to the unknown.  We all encounter things that are new to us.  When this happens how do we respond?  What allows us to be able to take the unknown and make it known?  Some may say that the very fact that you have encountered it makes it known.  This is partially true but what happens before that.  What takes place in the split second that something goes from unknown to known?  I am realizing that the summation of all things known helps us to categorize the unknown.  When you take a sip of a new drink or a bite of an unknown food you quickly use terms, textures, and thoughts from other things you’ve had to help put words and thoughts to the new substance.  This is why being “cultured” is so important.  The more things that we have encountered the easier it is to correctly interpret things that are new.  How do we become “cultured” other than to encounter new things?  This is why it is so important to have someone to follow.  If we are not following anyone or anything then we will see everything new in an inaccurate way, at least in the beginning.  Why did Jesus come to the earth?  We now have someone to follow who has infinite understanding, infinite wisdom, and can see things perfectly.  God has given us His Word and therefore we are able to be “cultured” by it.  We do not have to fear going into new situations or places because our God has already been there and is everywhere with us.  We are not really walking into new situations if we have the Holy Spirit with us.  We are walking by faith.  We are walking with God.  We are already prepared for everything that we could ever encounter provided we trust in Him and not ourselves.  We are running a race that is set for us.  We are fighting a battle that is already won.  Who is cultured?  We are cultured.  We do not have to fear where we are going because God is there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I see immaturity coming out all of the time as people try to take their experiences and apply them as the ultimatum for what other people are encountering.  Just because I had to deal with a grandfather who committed suicide does not mean that I know what everyone in the same position is going through or how they need to deal with their situation.  I am not saying that we can’t ever help each other but I am saying that we can best help each other when we let God do the work.  We can offer wisdom as we gain wisdom from God.   We can help console people as God consoles us.  We can teach people as God teaches us.  Everything that is good comes from God.  I am thankful for Him and desire to become more “cultured” by every moment spent with Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Let me know how God has “cultured” you lately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23176815-114850029515807150?l=coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/feeds/114850029515807150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23176815&amp;postID=114850029515807150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/114850029515807150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/114850029515807150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/2006/05/becoming-cultured.html' title='Becoming Cultured'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269688786282212742</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-23176815.post-114755733749301022</id><published>2006-05-13T17:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:13:05.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Clanging Coins</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;5-13-06&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Change.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hate change.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will always give exact coins to avoid the annoyance of having extra coins jingling in my pocket and the weight that is associated with them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel that change is coming and it is “weighing me down.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know that God is calling.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know that God has a plan for my life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know that I am willing to go wherever He leads.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;God is whispering; am I listening hard enough, long enough? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you go the store and have exact change then you have a sense of accomplishment, fulfillment, exclaiming: “yes, exact change!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This sensation is demonstrated when we fill our gas tanks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There have even been commercials that show the “perfect fill.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This happens when you are pumping full tilt and stop it right on “$20.00” or with gas prices today “$50.00”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This doesn’t always matter though we still are fulfilled on some level when it happens.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We use credit cards most of the time now so I don’t know why we always go to the next dollar if we can…even if it means overflowing our tank.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is shown in life when we want things to work out just right.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We travel full tilt through life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We want to hit the mark.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We want to be able to have smooth transition.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Leave with people happy and walk into a place that is a “perfect fit.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is this how God works?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What if everything is going well and you get a call.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am known to not answer the phone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve found that cell phones are the acceptable interruption and it drives me crazy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I could be talking with someone about a deep wound or problem and if their phone rings...conversation paused.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This sometimes irritates the people that are calling but I give priority to the people that I’m with.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I care more about the person that I am face to face with than I am concerned with hurting someone’s feelings for not picking up my cell phone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wonder if this thought process has transferred into me answering God’s call.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shouldn’t we put everything on hold if God calls, pack up and move out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Shouldn’t we be in constant communication with Him anyhow?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This would mean that His call is just reminding us that we aren’t talking enough with Him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If we were, would He really need to call?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Did I miss the conversation sooner or is He calling for the first time about this?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to be in His will, not mine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to be with Him, not alone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to be a man of purpose, His purpose.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to love, live, learn, lie, and leave with Him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My Savior, my God, my Friend, my Father, my Lover.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am His.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He Is.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m not.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I yearn for YOU.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Guide, lead, walk, run, hold, protect, and teach…me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23176815-114755733749301022?l=coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/feeds/114755733749301022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23176815&amp;postID=114755733749301022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/114755733749301022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/114755733749301022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/2006/05/clanging-coins.html' title='Clanging Coins'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269688786282212742</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-23176815.post-114745318033753769</id><published>2006-05-12T12:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:13:05.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/182/10005/640/100_1614.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/182/10005/320/100_1614.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23176815-114745318033753769?l=coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/feeds/114745318033753769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23176815&amp;postID=114745318033753769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/114745318033753769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/114745318033753769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/2006/05/fallen.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269688786282212742</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-23176815.post-114556100396994106</id><published>2006-04-20T14:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:13:05.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Depths of Conscience</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;4-20-06&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Once again I am at the cafe.  It has been a while since I've been able to come, sit, and ponder.  I have had a month full of travel and business so it is nice to get back to "chillin'".  I just polished off a cup of Chocolate Almond and I've got my Columbian so now I can start typing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;God has been doing some incredible things lately.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had a chance to go to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Nashville&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; and meet the music industry.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got to meet artists and some of their families, managers, producers, promoters, publicists, and everyone that makes the industry go ‘round.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It has helped me to find my strengths and question many things in my life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will leave this sit for now but may post more on GMA Week and the Dove Awards some other time…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I have within me something that is invaluable.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It has the ability to make me feel good or bad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It can let me sleep at night or keep me up for hours on end.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have the power to silence it over time or saturate it in things that will make it work as God intended.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Conscience, the highest authority that any of us can appeal to here on earth, has been a main topic of contemplation lately after hearing a message by John MacArthur.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;I have realized that when people come to me and accuse me of things that I don’t have to convince them of anything so long as I have a clear conscience.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My conscience will convict me or will guard me from the accusations of other’s attempts to find me at fault.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;OK…I am going to start blabbing not about me but just about conscience in general.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am not sure where this will lead but I am going to start flingin’&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Everyone has a conscience.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes the conscience may be so saturated with garbage that it no longer functions correctly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here is a brief example of how this could happen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Let’s say there is a teenager that has grown up in a Christian home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This boy followed the head of his dad and saw some pornography on a Victoria Secret billboard at the mall.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was followed up when the magazine rack at the grocery store checkout caught his eye.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He then saw his dad hesitate at a television show that had a beautiful woman on a shower gel commercial.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A couple of friends rented an R video and the conscience had already been conditioned to think that this sort of thing was OK, natural for a growing boy, or what becoming a “man” was all about (going back to his dad).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Unless something and or someone steps in this young man’s marriage is doomed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It will be impossible with such a messed up conscience for him to know how to treat his wife, what he should expect from her, or how to explain why he is addicted to pornography.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He will not see a problem but even if he does then he will see it as “hopeless” because his conscience will be of no help.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Let’s see this same situation through a little different lens.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This boy went to the mall and saw a Victoria Secret billboard but averted his eyes as he saw his dad do the same.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He remembered that his dad had talked to him about how to treat a woman and how to become a real man.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The same response was easy to take at the magazine rack again trying to be a man.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His dad never let his eyes rest on another woman whether it was on the TV or anywhere else.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This made it easy for the boy to call his dad for a ride when the friends were watching an R rated video before it even started.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do you see how the conscience was bolstered by capital “t” Truth because of his dad?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This young man will have a conscience that protects him and his marriage for the rest of his life provided he continues to let it guide him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;So what do we do if our conscience has been messed up?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What do we do if our conscience is convicting us or maybe we have tainted the conscience to the point that we aren’t even convicted by our sins?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We have to ask God to renew our conscience and teach us what Truth really is.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We have to get in God’s Word and seek Truth, spend time hanging out with God in thought and chatting with Him about our messed up lives.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This example is only one (prevalent in today’s society) way that our conscience could be leading us away from Truth which is really away from God.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;God is Truth and if we want to get closer to Him then we must know what He is.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We must be able to discern between what is good and what is bad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is a phrase sometimes said in Church… “God is good” followed by “all the time”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This means that if we want to be close to God then we must ALWAYS be pointed toward what is good.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How do we do this?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are saved by Grace through faith in Jesus Christ.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Cross allows us to come into God’s presence.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We have to allow the grace that Jesus has provided for us to be enough.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The problem is without a conscience that is seeking Truth we will be too proud to drop to our knees at the foot of the Cross.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have seen this time and time again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is easy to say when things are going well… “whenever you are facing temptation run to Jesus”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sin has a way of making us focus on ourselves and in the moments of temptation we are so focused on self and how important we are that we forget Jesus is waiting for us to want to be saved.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The book I am reading “Healing is a Choice” hits this very same concept.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We must WANT to heal, be saved, and then be humble enough to ask.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our conscience plays a very crucial role in the temptation not just in being convicted after the fact.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ask God to work in and through your conscience.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would highly recommend you listen to the sermon that John gave as well.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Wow, I almost sounded like a pastor there…I really am just speaking from what God has been teaching me and feeling that I should pass along my “Coffee Contemplations”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know that I’m speaking from my heart when my coffee isn’t finished&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well I’m sure I’ll be able to ponder again soon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Until then…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23176815-114556100396994106?l=coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/feeds/114556100396994106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23176815&amp;postID=114556100396994106' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/114556100396994106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/114556100396994106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/2006/04/depths-of-conscience.html' title='The Depths of Conscience'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269688786282212742</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23176815.post-114419500753852522</id><published>2006-04-04T19:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:13:05.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/182/10005/640/100_2793.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/182/10005/320/100_2793.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac...takin' care of business&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23176815-114419500753852522?l=coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/feeds/114419500753852522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23176815&amp;postID=114419500753852522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/114419500753852522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/114419500753852522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/2006/04/isaac.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269688786282212742</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-23176815.post-114419494370179156</id><published>2006-04-04T19:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:13:04.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/182/10005/640/100_2809.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/182/10005/320/100_2809.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avalon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23176815-114419494370179156?l=coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/feeds/114419494370179156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23176815&amp;postID=114419494370179156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/114419494370179156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/114419494370179156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/2006/04/avalon.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269688786282212742</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-23176815.post-114419489942190395</id><published>2006-04-04T19:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:13:04.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/182/10005/640/100_2804.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/182/10005/320/100_2804.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony Evans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23176815-114419489942190395?l=coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/feeds/114419489942190395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23176815&amp;postID=114419489942190395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/114419489942190395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/114419489942190395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/2006/04/anthony-evans.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269688786282212742</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-23176815.post-114419483312567313</id><published>2006-04-04T19:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:13:04.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/182/10005/640/100_2795.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/182/10005/320/100_2795.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batman Building&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23176815-114419483312567313?l=coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/feeds/114419483312567313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23176815&amp;postID=114419483312567313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/114419483312567313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/114419483312567313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/2006/04/batman-building.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269688786282212742</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-23176815.post-114365561212426273</id><published>2006-03-29T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:13:04.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/182/10005/640/Digital%20Pics%20250.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/182/10005/320/Digital%20Pics%20250.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adventures&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23176815-114365561212426273?l=coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/feeds/114365561212426273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23176815&amp;postID=114365561212426273' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/114365561212426273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/114365561212426273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/2006/03/adventures.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269688786282212742</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-23176815.post-114365536122006596</id><published>2006-03-29T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:13:04.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'>able to predict or...predictable</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Columbian…again…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am starting to wonder if I’m becoming a bore, if I’m slipping into a coffee rut.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t want to be totally predictable.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t want people to think that I never branch out and try something new.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I am a firstborn.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How much does this affect me?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am precise, organized, and follow the rules.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You wouldn’t catch me parking in a handicap spot, not even at 2:00 in the morning on a quick run to the grocery store in a snow storm.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am reading a book called “The Birth Order Connection”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is really giving me some insight into why I think the way I do and what I should be looking for in a spouse.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I fit the first born mold…somewhat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love adventure and being spontaneous.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t like to draw attention to myself but would gladly lead people in worship or on an expedition because the focus isn’t on me leading.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The focus is on where we are going and what we are doing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am planning a trip to &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Colorado&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; with two of my best friends.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am excited to go “rough it” in the woods and be a “man”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I wonder how much my first born male mentality affects my life; my relationship with God.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do I strive for perfection when I should be resting in His arms?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do I push the congregation toward the same goal while leading them in worship?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do I miss out on the beauty of being able to rest in the midst of a mess because instead I stress?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do I worry instead of having faith and being “anxious in nothing”? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Do I overanalyze; like right now?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I know that God loves me and has created me in His image…just the way I am.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why do I sometimes struggle to find that peace that surpasses all understanding?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to be more like Him; strong, loving, gracious, passionate, peaceful, secure.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I care too much about what others think of me and not enough about what He thinks of me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thank God for grace!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;How do you think your birth order has shaped how you view and respond to life; to God; in relationships?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How can being aware of these things help you to handle them better?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;FYI…I am now on a cup of…HIGHLANDER CRÈME &lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;…I’M CRAZY!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23176815-114365536122006596?l=coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/feeds/114365536122006596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23176815&amp;postID=114365536122006596' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/114365536122006596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/114365536122006596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/2006/03/able-to-predict-orpredictable.html' title='able to predict or...predictable'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269688786282212742</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23176815.post-114244761141850449</id><published>2006-03-15T13:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:13:03.998-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe: In and Out ...or... Out and In</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well today I am having the Columbian again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I tried to get a cup and they ran out of that pot so I asked for another one to be made.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They gladly made another pot and while I was sitting at my table they brought the whole pot over so I could fill my cup.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think it is cool how there are businesses based around service all over the world.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As Christians this is a main part of what we are supposed to do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are to serve our communities and the people around us.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today we started working on a promotional video for the River Project that our church is doing for the community.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is based around bringing the river of life to our county.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is a very large river where I live.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Two of the others pastors and I got in the river for a goofy promotion.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I must remind everyone that there is snow on the ground in MI today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The river was barely above freezing temperatures as evidenced by the ice on the plants that were sticking out of the river.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We could not feel our legs or feet for a few minutes after coming out of the river.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am excited about what types of services are going to be going on in our community.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;OK, now on to my thoughts for the day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;In…Out…In…Out…In…Out…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;(OR IS IT)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Out…In…Out…In…Out…In…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Before you think I am totally crazy I am talking about breathing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We take breaths in and out all the time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The question of what comes first is one that we always ask…chicken and egg, light and dark, seed and plant…you see what I mean.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In regards to breathing the simple and obvious answer is we must breathe in before we exhale so that we have something to exhale.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We like to think of something coming from nothing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Light is something and darkness is nothing…that is why God spoke light into the darkness, spoke the earth into existence.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This shows us though that there must be something before nothing to create something.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will say that another way: without God there to speak into the darkness there would be no light.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This brings me back, once again, to breathing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Without room for the oxygen in the lungs an inhale is impossible.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Without oxygen in the lungs an exhale is impossible.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This leads me to think that maybe we are always asking the wrong question.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Instead of figuring out what is first maybe we just need to realize that they are both of equal importance and of equal value.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lets look at the chicken and the egg.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is a chicken and an egg…right?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would say that there is a chicken and an egg because there must be at least two chickens to create another egg.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There may be two chickens, two eggs, or one of each but does it really matter?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was obviously someone or something to create the chickens too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe that initial creator is much more valuable to spend our time contemplating than how many chickens or eggs there were.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe it is far more valuable to look at the chicken and the egg and worship the creator for creating.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe when we look at the seed and see the tree or see the tree and look at the seed we can be amazed at the contrast.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A small seed produces a powerful tree and a powerful tree produces a fragile seed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can look at the contrast and worship the creator for that.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I had a totally different point to make about the inhale and the exhale but I suppose I will save that for next time if I am still in the mood to talk about it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let me know what your thoughts are on this topic.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I look forward to reading your comments.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23176815-114244761141850449?l=coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/feeds/114244761141850449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23176815&amp;postID=114244761141850449' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/114244761141850449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/114244761141850449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/2006/03/breathe-in-and-out-or-out-and-in.html' title='Breathe: In and Out ...or... Out and In'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269688786282212742</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-23176815.post-114176810536257105</id><published>2006-03-07T16:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:13:03.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'>F1V3 CUPS</title><content type='html'>Are 5 cups of a great coffee too many?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you're  tired and need to wake up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please tell me that this is ok :-D ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23176815-114176810536257105?l=coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/feeds/114176810536257105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23176815&amp;postID=114176810536257105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/114176810536257105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/114176810536257105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/2006/03/f1v3-cups.html' title='F1V3 CUPS'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269688786282212742</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-23176815.post-114176442243236564</id><published>2006-03-07T15:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:13:03.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain and a great Columbian</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Wow, I am tired!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am working 10-12 hour days Monday thru Wednesday so that I can take Thursday and drive home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am thoroughly enjoying the best cup of Columbian that I have had here at the Café.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is a huge difference from the cup I had while writing the previous post.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will be leading a worship practice tonight and have been thinking about what to do for our small group devotional.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have been thinking a lot about healing lately.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We are created to heal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We heal from cuts and scrapes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We heal from emotional wounds such as a tough break up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We must be involved in order for things to heal properly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We have a choice as to whether or not a wound will fully heal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When we are cut, we must clean the wound so that it will heal fully and properly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If we leave the pebbles in our skin after a fall there is a chance of infection and potentially becoming re-infected.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The word “infected” means, “&lt;i style=""&gt;to contaminate or corrupt”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Anything that contaminates or corrupts any part of us is an infection.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As humans we have a tendency to focus on pain and see it as a bad thing when really we should be more concerned about the infection.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I recently heard a story of a girl that could not feel pain.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This young girl would constantly injure herself by biting into her tongue, or having something hot scald the inside of her mouth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can not imagine grabbing a cup of hot coffee and drinking it quickly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The entire inside of my mouth would peel off, but I would experience no pain.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pain is something that is created to help us know when to stop doing something that is hurting us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We look at pain and say, “Why would God allow me to be hurt?” &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This question is easily answered by recognizing that the pain is not the problem but rather the action that was taken to produce the pain.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are some forms of pain that are unavoidable.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why must we still experience pain in these situations?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We experience pain so that we know that something is not right and we must take action to avoid infection.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;This is the case with our spiritual lives.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We must recognize painful things that happen and clean them out so that we can continue to grow and not continue to experience the same pain over and over.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I enjoy pain because it allows me the opportunity to experience pleasure, such as this wonderful cup of Columbian…time for another! YES PLEASE!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let me know what you think of pain being a good thing and how that is played out in your life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23176815-114176442243236564?l=coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/feeds/114176442243236564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23176815&amp;postID=114176442243236564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/114176442243236564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/114176442243236564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/2006/03/pain-and-great-columbian.html' title='Pain and a great Columbian'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269688786282212742</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-23176815.post-114175913650896091</id><published>2006-03-07T14:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:13:02.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/182/10005/640/100_2714.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/182/10005/320/100_2714.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love those Elixers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23176815-114175913650896091?l=coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/feeds/114175913650896091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23176815&amp;postID=114175913650896091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/114175913650896091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/114175913650896091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/2006/03/love-those-elixers.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269688786282212742</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-23176815.post-114175904599082100</id><published>2006-03-07T14:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:13:02.617-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/182/10005/640/100_2719.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/182/10005/320/100_2719.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Taylor and a Friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23176815-114175904599082100?l=coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/feeds/114175904599082100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23176815&amp;postID=114175904599082100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/114175904599082100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/114175904599082100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-taylor-and-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269688786282212742</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-23176815.post-114175418148725350</id><published>2006-03-07T12:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:13:02.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/182/10005/640/100_2720.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/182/10005/320/100_2720.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Djembe and Taylor Photoshoot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23176815-114175418148725350?l=coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/feeds/114175418148725350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23176815&amp;postID=114175418148725350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/114175418148725350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/114175418148725350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/2006/03/djembe-and-taylor-photoshoot.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269688786282212742</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-23176815.post-114133082705184966</id><published>2006-03-02T15:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:13:02.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/182/10005/640/100_2705.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/182/10005/320/100_2705.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan...adorable&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23176815-114133082705184966?l=coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/feeds/114133082705184966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23176815&amp;postID=114133082705184966' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/114133082705184966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/114133082705184966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/2006/03/ethan.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269688786282212742</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-23176815.post-114133066067371077</id><published>2006-03-02T15:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:13:02.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/182/10005/640/100_2674.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/182/10005/320/100_2674.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checkin' out the MI sunset&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23176815-114133066067371077?l=coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/feeds/114133066067371077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23176815&amp;postID=114133066067371077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/114133066067371077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/114133066067371077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/2006/03/checkin-out-mi-sunset.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269688786282212742</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-23176815.post-114132989484599869</id><published>2006-03-02T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:13:01.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Coffee and the Cross</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why do we settle?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am drinking Folgers Coffee.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t even know how to spell the garbage that is widely known as coffee.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am amazed that people everywhere want “Folgers in their cup” because I surely do not.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am really just using this cup of coffee as a way that I can blog right now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I went and grabbed a very strong cup of bad coffee so that I could type.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Isn’t it funny how this works in life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We endure things that we don’t necessarily enjoy in order to accomplish something else.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wonder if Jesus was thinking along those lines whenever He endured the pain and death of the cross in order for us to live.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am amazed at how we like to compare things.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just compared the death of our King of Kings to a cup of Folgers. BLAH, another bad sip. Hmm…things that I do in order to do something else…I create a Tech sheet to avoid a hundred questions from the team members (though I get about 50 anyhow).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess some things are worth enduring for something else.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;How does God fit in?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I know that God is in control…that helps.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I know that God loves me…that helps.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I know that I am created to worship Him…that helps.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I know that I am forgiven…that helps.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How does knowing all of this help?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How do our responses help?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m finally done with this horrible coffee… I wonder if it was worth drinking…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23176815-114132989484599869?l=coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/feeds/114132989484599869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23176815&amp;postID=114132989484599869' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/114132989484599869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/114132989484599869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/2006/03/bad-coffee-and-cross.html' title='Bad Coffee and the Cross'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269688786282212742</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-23176815.post-114125182164054559</id><published>2006-03-01T17:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:13:01.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/182/10005/640/Ice%20World%20038.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/182/10005/320/Ice%20World%20038.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal Trees&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23176815-114125182164054559?l=coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/feeds/114125182164054559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23176815&amp;postID=114125182164054559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/114125182164054559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/114125182164054559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/2006/03/crystal-trees.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269688786282212742</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-23176815.post-114115564958946706</id><published>2006-02-28T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:13:01.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/182/10005/640/Ice%20World%20021.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/182/10005/320/Ice%20World%20021.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice World&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23176815-114115564958946706?l=coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/feeds/114115564958946706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23176815&amp;postID=114115564958946706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/114115564958946706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/114115564958946706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/2006/02/ice-world.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269688786282212742</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-23176815.post-114115474212254773</id><published>2006-02-28T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:13:01.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Pleasures and Complicated Delights</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;God has created us all with a dream, but a dream for what?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If we are on a time continuum, which we are, then where are we right now?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Are we at the opening gates, crossing the finish line, or coming around turn three?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How many turns are left and how many bumps until the tires fall off?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am thankful for times of reflection.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is so much that passes us by.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We don’t even recognize most of what is happening in the world around us and then we complain about being bored.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I live in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Newaygo&lt;/st1:City&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Michigan&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is not the most happening place on the face of the planet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even for those who live in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Michigan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; few would be able to pinpoint its location.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am 23 years old and have recently become an associate worship pastor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have complained of being bored and not having anything to do but I couldn’t tell you the names of three people in my apartment complex.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have lived around these people for close to eight months and I can’t even tell you a first name.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I live above a nun, that’s about all I can tell you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can tell you that I left a pumpkin outside too long and its guts spilled onto her deck.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can tell you that I have a date with that deck and will be scrubbing it as soon as the weather lets up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I find this whole phenomenon very sad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have let 8 months go by and have said that I don’t have anything to do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What else have I missed?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How many hurt people have I walked right past?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I find this incredibly disturbing but what about the “simple pleasures” that everyone talks about.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Does anyone really understand fully what a simple pleasure is?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I find a simple pleasure in this cup of Columbian coffee that I am sipping on, the cup of Italian before that, and the cup of Raspberry Chocolate before that, but what is pleasure?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mr. Webster says that a pleasure is “the state or feeling of being pleased.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well that’s helpful.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe we can find something a little more insightful.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe this is a simple pleasure, finding a definition for a word that doesn’t help at all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The second definition sheds a bit more light on what pleasure is, “A source of enjoyment or delight.” Ok, let’s make sure we understand this together.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pleasure is a source of enjoyment, and what I enjoy may be different from what you enjoy, therefore pleasure is completely objective.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Simple is something that is not complex, profound huh?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So a non-complex source of delight can be just about anything, for me it is a cup of coffee.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I also find nature to bring me delight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nature is not simple though.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What can we call a complex source of delight?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We could be boring and just say they are complex pleasures.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One word that means the same thing as complex is confused.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Are things, like nature, nothing more than a confused pleasure?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am now intrigued by the fact that we are to enjoy life’s simple pleasures but not pointed to the confused ones.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Isn’t Christianity one of life’s confused pleasures?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We have new denominations springing up every day and yet people don’t admit to the fact that Christianity is confused.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;God is steady and consistent, as everyone will admit but Christianity?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I conclude that Christianity is a confused pleasure and that it is one that I am exploring daily. Oh, and I just now finished up a final cup of Italian, I can’t wait to visit that place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23176815-114115474212254773?l=coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/feeds/114115474212254773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23176815&amp;postID=114115474212254773' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/114115474212254773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/114115474212254773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/2006/02/simple-pleasures-and-complicated.html' title='Simple Pleasures and Complicated Delights'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269688786282212742</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-23176815.post-114115456889404966</id><published>2006-02-28T14:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:13:00.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/182/10005/640/Ice%20World%20017.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/182/10005/320/Ice%20World%20017.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tree in an Ice World&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23176815-114115456889404966?l=coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/feeds/114115456889404966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23176815&amp;postID=114115456889404966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/114115456889404966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/114115456889404966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/2006/02/tree-in-ice-world.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269688786282212742</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-23176815.post-114115302289910563</id><published>2006-02-28T13:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:13:00.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections over a good cup...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello everyone!  I have been looking for a site to start blogging some thoughts on worship.  I love coffee and will be enjoying a cup (or multiple cups) while I contemplate the world around us.  I am a Worship Pastor in Michigan and enjoy times of reflection.  Well I will begin posting regular thoughts that I hope will provoke thought and maybe some discussion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23176815-114115302289910563?l=coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/feeds/114115302289910563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23176815&amp;postID=114115302289910563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/114115302289910563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23176815/posts/default/114115302289910563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecontemplations.blogspot.com/2006/02/reflections-over-good-cup.html' title='Reflections over a good cup...'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269688786282212742</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>
