Sunday, November 08, 2009

Returning to the world of blogging

Last I made the decision to resume blogging. I have not blog for over a year and the reality is I may Blog maybe once or twice a week. I think I am going to gear this to be a bit more faith then some of the other posts I have done. Depending on the # visits and comments let me know if I should Continue.

Just a note of the official stuff so I can say that I said it:

Everything here represents my own opinion and not the opinion of The United Methodist Church of the Hastings or The United Methodist Church.

Friday, July 04, 2008

Fireworks

We have a small fire works show in Hastings, I am able to watch then from my front lawn. It not a huge show lasts around 15 minutes, what funny is people leave before the show is over, to avoid the trafffic. The funny part is it Hastings Mn, we have no traffic .

Thursday, July 03, 2008

The Rockies

As i watch the Roockies finished winning in the game in the 10 inning, Rockies fans think they will win a Minnesota team will always expect to loose, ....

Time to Start Blogging

to start new, some links that I think are worth reading we will talk about Student Ministry, like as Methodist and what it is like to be on Church Staff at Hastings UMC. Remember the views on this blog are my personally thoughts and really Repesents nobody else, expect maybe Jesus if I get it right.

Wednesday, March 05, 2008

Prayer

I was looking deep in my hard drive for an old file, and found words of an old friend, I love the fact Mike's life was Messy and his relationship with His God was Messy and not prefect.


By Michael YaconelliI

have always been terrible at praying. I forget. My mind wanders. I fall asleep. I don't pray enough.I don't understand what prayer is or what prayer does.If prayer were school…I would flunk praying. But prayer isn't school.It is mystery. Maybe the mystery is… Jesus loves terrible prayers.Maybe… when I can't think of anything to say, he says what I can't say.When I talk too much, he cherishes my too-many words.When I fall asleep, he holds me in his lap and caresses my weary soul.When I am overwhelmed with guilt at my inconsistent, inadequate praying he whispers, "Your name is always on my lips."I am filled with gratitude, my soul overflows with thankfulness and I find myself saying over and over again, "Thank you." Praying the mystery.