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.
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.
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