<?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-11059473</id><updated>2011-11-30T16:44:00.697-06:00</updated><category term='trips'/><category term='passing on values'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='heaven'/><category term='vacation spots'/><category term='death'/><category term='encouragement'/><category term='youth ministry'/><category term='events'/><category term='family ministry'/><category term='hell'/><category term='forgiveness'/><category term='affirmation'/><category term='The Jesus Xperiment'/><category term='Tracy'/><category term='Esther'/><category term='action'/><category term='schools'/><category 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Workshop'/><category term='family tips'/><category term='politics'/><category term='30 Hour Famine'/><category term='random'/><category term='James'/><category term='lake'/><category term='Brett Favre'/><category term='giving'/><category term='parenting'/><category term='music'/><category term='communication'/><category term='Virginia Tech shooting'/><category term='rules video'/><category term='life'/><category term='leaving youth ministry'/><category term='tests'/><category term='running'/><category term='NCYM'/><category term='quitting'/><category term='administration'/><category term='fishing'/><category term='Christianity'/><category term='teen class'/><category term='teens'/><category term='snow'/><category term='writing'/><category term='discouragement'/><category term='volunteers'/><category term='busyness'/><title type='text'>Youth Ministry Hilarity!</title><subtitle type='html'>Wacky stuff from the fun, exciting, depressing, easy, hard, anxious, happy world of youth ministry!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>357</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-3580224434533060971</id><published>2011-11-01T17:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T17:46:45.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Church or Not To Church?</title><content type='html'>Every day now, my inbox is filled anew with requests to join new websites, or add someone as a friend, or join an online group. I have reached a point where I have to try 5 different passwords because I belong to so many sites! On Facebook, I'm a member of about 20 groups, whether they are for social purposes, or a product that I like, or a sports team.What keeps me coming back to these sites?Well, to be honest...I visit the sites that have something to offer...to ME! My interest wanes if they don't post new content every week or so. Giveaways are nice; don't ask for contributions, though. I really don't want to contribute anything, whether it's money or an article, or my opinion, or my information. I just want your stuff!Unfortunately, this seems to be a growing attitude towards the church.If I'm going to come to church, what's in it for me?Can I get everything done my way?I really don't want to get involved, I just want to watch.I'll gladly take a handout, I just don't want to give you my information or a contribution. Oh, and don't ask me to donate my time either.Everyone at church needs to pursue me as their best friend. If I don't have friends in two weeks...I'm gone. No, I don't have time to join a group that visits newcomers to our church. I don't have time to make friends with everybody!!Many run from churches at the first sign of disagreement. Conflict resolution is a lost discipline among individuals.Churches contain people. Sinful people. Relationships with these people are sometimes messy and need regular maintenance. Being a member of a church isn't just about what you can get from it, but what can you contribute? Is there a problem in your church? Before you give up, I beg you, ask how you can be a part of the solution. Don't give up on church, God didn't!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-3580224434533060971?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/3580224434533060971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=3580224434533060971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/3580224434533060971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/3580224434533060971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2011/11/to-church-or-not-to-church.html' title='To Church or Not To Church?'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-6528779982400546297</id><published>2011-09-07T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T00:06:31.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking the Family to Camp</title><content type='html'>As a youth minister, my family usually does not get to attend long, weekend trips. So, it was a joyful blessing when they got to tag along this past weekend to a rally held at our summer camp...Nebraska Youth Camp. Not only did I want my boys there just for their presence, but also so they could start to enjoy camp the way I've enjoyed it.For those in youth ministry, it's a great idea to take your kids to "work" and make sure they enjoy being with you during ministry activities. Church offices should be family friendly. Hopefully, the other staff at your church loves your kids and shows it when they come to visit.But, back to camp...We decided to hike around the large pond. Fischer discovered a small dock that I had never seen. Milkweed, caterpillars and monarch butterflies were scattered all over the side of the path. Birds and squirrels jumped playfully from tree to tree. A fish leaped out of the water as if it had legs. The pathway itself was small, but clear...until we reached the northeast corner."Ouch! Honey, there are stickers," my wife said calmly.Fischer noticed some on his pants. "Daddy, help me!"I picked them off and we continued.Tracy screamed. She had stepped on a sticker. Yes, she was wearing flip flops. No, I don't know why!This startled Fischer, who looked down at his own pants again and found more stickers. He proceeded to roll up his pants and found a dozen more on the inside of his pants. His face immediately went red and he started to cry."Oh, nooooooo!""Fischer, let's just keep going...""I can't...we'll never make it!" he droned."Fischer, it's OK...""SOMEBODY SAVE UUUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSS!!!"I don't have to tell you that we survived the evil, sticker monsters. Other than that, they kids thoroughly enjoyed the camp. Dirt to play in, tetherballs to hit, swings, a pond with some rocks that are great for throwing, and a bunch of teenagers to give them attention.Stickers aren't really a problem in the summer. So hopefully the boys won't be too scared to go to camp on their own in a few years!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-6528779982400546297?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/6528779982400546297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=6528779982400546297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/6528779982400546297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/6528779982400546297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2011/09/taking-family-to-camp.html' title='Taking the Family to Camp'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-3616718243056402759</id><published>2011-08-27T20:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T21:02:35.622-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fischer's Firsts</title><content type='html'>Fischer has had a few "firsts" lately. It's so exciting watching these things happen through his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;His two bottom teeth have been "jiggly" lately, but I haven't forced anything.&lt;br /&gt; I remember the horrendous experience of my own dad saying, "Lemme grab the pliers and we'll pop that tooth right out!" I remember strings and doorknobs and gobs of blood and sobbing.&lt;br /&gt;So, Fischer has allowed me to reach in his mouth several times and just wiggle the tooth.&lt;br /&gt;But, last week, it must have really been bothering him. He wanted me to remove it! It was already lying flat in his mouth. With a quick twist, it squirted through my fingers and we had to pick it up off the floor.&lt;br /&gt;"It didn't even hurt, Daddy!" he said through his now toothless smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night he had his first sleepover with a friend. Ahhh...the sleepover! It's every kid's dream and every parent's...well, you know! If you never experienced a sleepover as a kid, your childhood is not complete! Even the teenagers I work with at church still LOVE it when we have a lock-in! Me? I'm getting too old for that!&lt;br /&gt;You want to guess what Fischer's biggest problem was?&lt;br /&gt;They slept in a tent in the backyard, and...the "bugs were too loud!" He was the last one awake, and actually came in to tell his host parents about the loud bugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;SIGH!&gt; That's my CITY BOY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-3616718243056402759?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/3616718243056402759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=3616718243056402759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/3616718243056402759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/3616718243056402759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2011/08/fischers-firsts.html' title='Fischer&apos;s Firsts'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-6278313856788951803</id><published>2011-08-22T15:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T15:44:06.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Youth Rally</title><content type='html'>So, last night our youth group sat down to iron out some details for our annual youth rally. Among the topics was, "Who should we get as our speaker?"&lt;br /&gt;Our teenagers are fantastic. I asked them to list some qualities of the person they wanted to bring in. I was prepared for descriptors like, "spiritual giant," "thought-provoking and deep," or "inspirational."&lt;br /&gt;You know what we came up with?&lt;br /&gt;BALD and HAS A COOL ACCENT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-6278313856788951803?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/6278313856788951803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=6278313856788951803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/6278313856788951803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/6278313856788951803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2011/08/our-youth-rally.html' title='Our Youth Rally'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-3036623094717302683</id><published>2011-08-01T21:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T22:07:18.865-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volunteers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth ministry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='planning'/><title type='text'>Appreciate Your Volunteers</title><content type='html'>There is a group of people that make me smile when I think about them: VOLUNTEERS!&lt;br /&gt;Volunteers are the pillars of the church. Without volunteers, chairs would not get set up, meals would not be cooked, classes would not be taught, and church vans would not be driven. Without volunteers, ministry would be EXTREMELY difficult. &lt;br /&gt;Most volunteers do not realize the importance of their role.&lt;br /&gt;1. Ministers cannot conjure up "ministry excitement" all the time. They NEED church members to take up the torch, to back them up, to be excited and supportive. In fact, truth be told, programs are BETTER when volunteers play an integral part in planning them!&lt;br /&gt;2. Ministers cannot do all the work. They either need help planning or executing the programs for their ministries.&lt;br /&gt;3. Volunteers keep ministers honest. As a youth minister, one of the things I struggle with the most is being paid for my job. Would I still do it if I wasn't paid? Could I? Then I see someone volunteering to be the youth worker for a small church, and I think, "YES! If I weren't paid, I would want to be like THAT person!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to tell those small-church volunteers how much I appreciate them. At our annual youth rally, I don't want them to pay admission. Last year, I was blessed to pull them into a room and try to give them some encouragement and resources.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I probably show my appreciation to other volunteers better than the volunteers at my own church!&lt;br /&gt;As far as my own volunteers, I am still learning. Notes, emails, phone calls, a personal thank-you...but more is coming! I hope I will always keep learning how to encourage my volunteers and give them ownership of our church's ministry to young people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-3036623094717302683?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/3036623094717302683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=3036623094717302683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/3036623094717302683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/3036623094717302683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2011/08/appreciate-your-volunteers.html' title='Appreciate Your Volunteers'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-3496196121782554690</id><published>2011-06-21T18:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T18:27:29.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-faa8iCalpFs/TgEowdU6nRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/3UvFYJ923po/s1600/_DSC0702re.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-faa8iCalpFs/TgEowdU6nRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/3UvFYJ923po/s400/_DSC0702re.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620818622906277138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hijacked my husband's blog so I could enter into the I Heart Faces competition. The theme this week is "Let's Hear It For The Boys." I know a lot about boys(having three myself), so I figured this one would be easy. However I did decide to use this photo of two brothers. They make me smile. They have been clients of mine for several years. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-3496196121782554690?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/3496196121782554690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=3496196121782554690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/3496196121782554690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/3496196121782554690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-hijacked-my-husbands-blog-so-i-could.html' title=''/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-faa8iCalpFs/TgEowdU6nRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/3UvFYJ923po/s72-c/_DSC0702re.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-4272999074725838379</id><published>2011-05-10T14:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T17:19:23.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Love Wins" Review</title><content type='html'>Several people asked if I would put out a review of this book by Rob Bell. Because of the scope of the book, I cannot do it justice in just one review. This will be a general review of the entire work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author's Assertions&lt;br /&gt;Bell asserts several things in this book, unfortunately, he is also vague enough to leave you wondering where he stands on several points. Here are some things (in my understanding) he is trying to assert...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;God loves everyone, no matter there background or baggage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;There are many "Jesus-es" in the world&lt;/span&gt;. He is different, depending on who you talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Heaven is not some hazy, far off realm for all good people&lt;/span&gt;. God will re-make the earth and live with His people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;There is no hell&lt;/span&gt;. Jesus paid the price of death for all men, all sins, all at once. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Everyone will live with God in heaven-on-earth one day&lt;/span&gt;. Not one person will be lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hell is reaping the natural consequences of your sins&lt;/span&gt;. (For example, if you commit adultery, you may be estranged from your family.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Every heart, no matter how hard, will one day be melted, and will love God.&lt;br /&gt;God loves everyone, no matter their race, gender or religion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I liked about the book...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The fact that God's love always wins&lt;/span&gt;. Even the worst person can be changed by seeing God's love in action. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The assertion that we will be surprised to see some people in heaven&lt;/span&gt;. (God's grace is bigger than my grace!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bell's attempt to utilize a LOT of scripture references in his book&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The attempt to open a conversation with non-believers who are "turned off" by the concept of a loving God who would send people to hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I didn't like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pick-a-scripture methodology&lt;/span&gt;. The author picks a BUNCH of scriptures when he is trying to make a point, instead of examining the scriptures in their context. Some Old Testament verses that are clearly allegorical, he says are real references to heaven. Some New Testament verses that are real descriptions of heaven, he says are allegorical. (Wish I could go into more detail here, but I won't for now. For a good article on the topic of proof-texting, go to &lt;a href="http://jmm.aaa.net.au/articles/14435.htm"&gt;http://jmm.aaa.net.au/articles/14435.htm&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lack of bibliography&lt;/span&gt; - There is one section in which Bell asserts that MANY church fathers believed that EVERYONE would be saved. He proceeds to name the church fathers who supposedly said this, but then fails to provide the sources. (To be fair, perhaps I didn't see this because I read it on a Kindle.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Leaves too many open ends&lt;/span&gt; - The author asks many questions (and many of them are good questions!) However, I can immediately fire some questions back that need answering. For example, if everyone is going to be saved...&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't God have figured out some other way to save people? I mean, is He is so loving, why in the world would He sacrifice His son? (We get angry that God would send people to hell, but not that He had His son murdered?)&lt;br /&gt;Where is the motivation to live a God-honoring life? (If I'm going to be saved, why in the world should I be a youth minister? I might as well make tons of money, cheat on my wife, and have lots of fun!!)&lt;br /&gt;Why does God make reference to those who are "set apart" or "chosen people?" How can you be set apart if we are all headed for the same destination?&lt;br /&gt;Will Satan get to return to heaven?&lt;br /&gt;What about justice? (His idea of "everybody sitting at the same table" in heaven sounds good, but tell that to someone who has been grievously wronged or attacked!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, there are many questions left after reading the book. The author makes some compelling arguments, and some that fall absolutely flat. He is a thinker...I'm not sure he is a scholar. Read the book if you want to start a study (or an argument) but beware. Be willing to open up God's word and check it out for yourself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-4272999074725838379?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/4272999074725838379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=4272999074725838379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/4272999074725838379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/4272999074725838379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2011/05/love-wins-review.html' title='&quot;Love Wins&quot; Review'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-4683806878623556200</id><published>2011-04-14T22:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T22:45:04.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Love Justice...YEAH, RIGHT!</title><content type='html'>I'm reading Rob Bell's new book, Love Wins. I must say, it's living up to its controversial hype!&lt;br /&gt;The total review will be held off until I finish the book. Perhaps I can be a little more fair then.&lt;br /&gt;However, there was one line in the book that made me laugh out loud the other day as I read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We love justice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, let me give some context. The author was saying that we tend to naturally enjoy it when justice is served.&lt;br /&gt;Now, my thoughts on that...&lt;br /&gt;REALLY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home the other day, I was told a story about my 2 and 1/2 year old son. Apparently, he went missing for 10-15 minutes. My wife and mother-in-law were almost in hysterics, combing every inch of the house without success. They then asked the neighbors to join in on the hunt. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;The terrible thought began to come up that maybe he was down by the railroad tracks about two blocks away.&lt;br /&gt;Before they ran down to the tracks, they decided to look around the house one last time.&lt;br /&gt;And finally, they found Garrison...&lt;br /&gt;...hiding in Grandma's bed, under the covers, completely silent...&lt;br /&gt;...eating berry-flavored Rolaids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, why did he NOT call out and let them know where he was?&lt;br /&gt;Because he was afraid of being caught...he was afraid of JUSTICE!&lt;br /&gt;I agree with Bell that we love justice...when we have been wronged and the OTHER PERSON gets their "just desserts." But, we don't like it when WE get what's coming to us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-4683806878623556200?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/4683806878623556200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=4683806878623556200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/4683806878623556200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/4683806878623556200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2011/04/we-love-justiceyeah-right.html' title='We Love Justice...YEAH, RIGHT!'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-1812530854360407262</id><published>2011-03-09T15:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T15:58:15.525-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stethoscope</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bYI_aOyCn9Y?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a funny video that illustrates some serious truths...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What would people see/hear in YOUR heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this year's National Conference on Youth Ministries, I was really impacted by one of the speaker's questions. He said, "What would your children say if I asked them to list the top five people that you loved?" &lt;br /&gt;'Good question!' I thought. 'I think I would do pretty good!'&lt;br /&gt;Then, he brought the point home...&lt;br /&gt;"...would Jesus make that list?"&lt;br /&gt;Can people REALLY tell what's important to me without me having to REASSURE them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;When I look at others, do I just see what everybody else sees? Or do I see what's in their heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How's work? What's the weather like there?"&lt;br /&gt;Really? THAT is all we've got to talk about?&lt;br /&gt;While small talk is necessary (when you run out of things to say) it shouldn't be the ONLY conversations that you have! I want to know others deeply (and for them to know me.) I want to know what makes their heart race, and what makes it stop in fear. I want to be able to help when there's a problem, instead of asking, once again, if they've seen any good movies lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-1812530854360407262?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/1812530854360407262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=1812530854360407262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/1812530854360407262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/1812530854360407262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2011/03/stethoscope.html' title='Stethoscope'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/bYI_aOyCn9Y/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-7057843853582005141</id><published>2011-03-06T23:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T23:35:55.779-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Faith Can Do By Kutless</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WiBNkZHOBI8?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to do "The Week of Videos!" &lt;br /&gt;Feeling very blessed today. Blessed to have a relationship with God. I feel like God will stand beside me no matter what obstacles I face, and even when I let myself get in the way. &lt;br /&gt;I love what our preacher, Jim White, said today about David and Goliath..."We've got the story all wrong. We say, 'Poor David,' but it was GOLIATH that NEVER STOOD A CHANCE!"&lt;br /&gt;And, that story illustrates what faith can do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-7057843853582005141?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/7057843853582005141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=7057843853582005141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/7057843853582005141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/7057843853582005141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-faith-can-do-by-kutless.html' title='What Faith Can Do By Kutless'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/WiBNkZHOBI8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-8899834952469760860</id><published>2011-03-04T12:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T13:57:34.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Changes</title><content type='html'>When you look at the same thing every day, and things start to change, you will notice the change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is a little update on my P90Xperiment!&lt;br /&gt;I'm into Week 5. I have not lot lost a lot of weight (probably only 4 or 5 lbs.) And, I have cheated several times on diet and skipped several workouts because I was on vacation.&lt;br /&gt;But, I am noticing a change!&lt;br /&gt;It starts when you take a second look at yourself in the mirror. You notice that one of your chins is missing. Then, as the excitement builds, you notice one or two less rolls in the ole tummy! Your neck...even your fat fingers start to look different.&lt;br /&gt;To someone who doesn't see you all the time, the change may seem rather small, even non-existent. &lt;br /&gt;I can feel the change. I can feel myself getting stronger. I can stretch further than I've stretched before. I don't tire as easily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are working at improving some aspect of your life, the best evaluator is YOU! &lt;br /&gt;An ancient Greek scholar (we're not sure who) came up with the wise phrase: KNOW THYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;YOU are the best one to evaluate yourself, because you know who you are! &lt;br /&gt;Too often we base our evaluations on the opinions or results of others. &lt;br /&gt;"Honey, I just don't see how this is helping..."&lt;br /&gt;"Well, when I did it, I lost 175 lbs, so you're SURE to have similar results!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I compare myself to Tony Horton (creator of P90X), then I'm a miserable failure! But if I compare myself to where I was, then I'm no longer a couch potato, and this is good!&lt;br /&gt;The Bible puts it this way, "Each one should test his own actions. Then he can take pride in himself, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;without comparing himself to somebody else&lt;/span&gt;, for each one should carry his own load." (Galatians 6:4-5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you down on yourself? Quit comparing yourself to someone else! Learn to see the little changes and be proud!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-8899834952469760860?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/8899834952469760860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=8899834952469760860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/8899834952469760860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/8899834952469760860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2011/03/little-changes.html' title='Little Changes'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-2181526257586233662</id><published>2011-01-20T15:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T15:30:22.899-06:00</updated><title type='text'>P90X</title><content type='html'>...the name alone is enough to strike fear into the hearts of the..."not so fit." &lt;br /&gt;Yes, I asked for P90X for Christmas and I am on Day 3. I will NOT post pictures of me shirtless...YOU'RE WELCOME! But, I should probably keep track of some other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I am starting at 255 lbs. I wear size 42 jeans and my gut hangs out over them! My eating habits over the holidays have been terrible (as usual!) &lt;br /&gt;My goal is to drop at least 30 lbs. and POSSIBLY run a half marathon next January. I plan to go through P90X Lean first, and then go through the regular program.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I chronicle about it, you kind and beautiful people will give me a shout every once in a while: "DON'T QUIT, FRANKLIN!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side Note: More importantly, I have been faithful to my daily Bible reading resolution. How are YOU doing?!&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Franklin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-2181526257586233662?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/2181526257586233662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=2181526257586233662' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/2181526257586233662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/2181526257586233662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2011/01/p90x.html' title='P90X'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-2968152835828129221</id><published>2010-12-24T22:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T23:12:21.067-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, Angels</title><content type='html'>What did He say before He left heaven? Were there tears in his eyes?&lt;br /&gt;"Goodbye, Michael. Goodbye, Gabriel. I won't be able to see you soon, but I know you'll be around."&lt;br /&gt;One last look at his heavenly home. Brilliant colors danced before him. Sights that humans have never even dreamed. Sounds unimaginable floated all around him. To leave this place was to leave joy. &lt;br /&gt;Turning, he saw the earth, the people, crying for a savior. Lost in their lives, many of them only lived to serve themselves. His sad eyes saw death there, but also hope.&lt;br /&gt;Did he smile? Was there a fist pump as he embarked on this mission?&lt;br /&gt;What was it like when He opened his eyes and found himself enclosed in human flesh? Did it feel odd to Him? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Jesus, for leaving your heavenly home. You left a place where you were constantly praised, and came to earth, where a King immediately tried to have you killed. You left the support of scores of angels, and placed yourself in the hands of a mother and a father. You gave up a great throne for a feeding trough. &lt;br /&gt;All this you did, not for you, but for us.&lt;br /&gt;You understand us.&lt;br /&gt;You know what it is to be human.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-2968152835828129221?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/2968152835828129221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=2968152835828129221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/2968152835828129221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/2968152835828129221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2010/12/goodbye-angels.html' title='Goodbye, Angels'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-3334637589256743351</id><published>2010-11-16T21:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T22:06:40.801-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignite 2010</title><content type='html'>So, we changed our youth rally up this year...name, service projects instead of football game or ice skating, and more of a faith-sharing training conference than a regular youth rally.&lt;br /&gt;The teens, some of them unsure of the change, jumped on board and helped make it an amazing weekend!&lt;br /&gt;The worship times brought us right into God's throne room (thanks Tim Hall!) and Kerry Cox challenged us to not be so focused on ourselves and rely on God's power to change lives.&lt;br /&gt;The service projects were awesome! We received so many good comments...&lt;br /&gt;We collected 431 lbs. of food from the neighborhood around our church (delivered to a local food pantry); we decorated cookies and took them to a local nursing home, a fire station (where they ASSURED us they would be eaten quickly!), and the teachers at Cody Elementary school. &lt;br /&gt;Teens got to see the wonderful work happening at Open Door Mission and Hope Center. The teens helped out in both places with high commendations.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, teens were encouraged to share their faith with their friends and try something dangerous for God. I think that is a success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I have not forgotten about my "Why I Miss Jim" series. Here's why I missed Jim during our youth rally...he is my "pick up the youth rally speaker" person!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-3334637589256743351?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/3334637589256743351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=3334637589256743351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/3334637589256743351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/3334637589256743351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2010/11/ignite-2010.html' title='Ignite 2010'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-2712691535930905081</id><published>2010-10-28T21:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T21:31:47.472-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I'm GLAD Jim Is Gone</title><content type='html'>In case you didn't read my last post, our minister, Jim, is taking a 6 week sabbatical.&lt;br /&gt;Today, one reason I'm GLAD Jim is gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO THAT I CAN RAID HIS OFFICE AND STEAL HIS BOOKS! Mwaaahahahahahaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Sabbatical, big guy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-2712691535930905081?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/2712691535930905081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=2712691535930905081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/2712691535930905081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/2712691535930905081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2010/10/why-im-glad-jim-is-gone.html' title='Why I&apos;m GLAD Jim Is Gone'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-585363844002568809</id><published>2010-10-26T19:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T19:47:53.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Will Miss Jim</title><content type='html'>Our pulpit minister will be taking a much needed sabbatical for the next 40 days or so. It will really be odd around the office without him there. Therefore, in honor of his absence, I will be posting the reasons I miss him around the office, some serious, and some not!&lt;br /&gt;Reason #1: I can't fake like I'm busy so that he will have to take the "weird" phone calls!  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great time, Jim! Praying for God to refresh your spirit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-585363844002568809?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/585363844002568809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=585363844002568809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/585363844002568809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/585363844002568809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2010/10/why-i-will-miss-jim.html' title='Why I Will Miss Jim'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-5731129060903178802</id><published>2010-09-16T02:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T02:19:58.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth and Brain Cells</title><content type='html'>They say that women lose significant brain cells when a child is born, which has spawned many jokes and given my wife an excuse when she "forgets something."&lt;br /&gt;Men don't seem to obtain this particular problem...or do they?&lt;br /&gt;This morning, after taking a shower, I realized that I had forgotten to bring my underwear in the bathroom with me. I asked my wife to check the bag I had brought with me to the hospital. She and her mother quickly discovered that I has forgotten to pack any underwear at all!&lt;br /&gt;Within moments I found out that I also failed to pack socks and my pair of shorts were missing the button. (Luckily I had a belt to hold them together!)&lt;br /&gt;Cursing myself, I reached down to grab my deodorant and instead sprayed under my arms  with cologne! &lt;br /&gt;I don't remember being this "out of it" when the other kids were born. I think men must lose their brain cells after the THIRD child is born!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-5731129060903178802?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/5731129060903178802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=5731129060903178802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/5731129060903178802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/5731129060903178802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2010/09/birth-and-brain-cells.html' title='Birth and Brain Cells'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-47013042288199162</id><published>2010-08-26T23:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T23:50:33.496-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth ministry'/><title type='text'>Do-It-Yourself</title><content type='html'>Finally, I am coming to the realization that you just can't do it yourself in youth ministry.&lt;br /&gt;This was the first year I had two interns. Do I regret it? No way! &lt;br /&gt;But I would be lying if I told you that I wasn't a little worried. Worried that the interns would slack off on the job? Worried that they would be insufficient?&lt;br /&gt;NO! I was worried that they would SUCCEED!&lt;br /&gt;And succeed they did.&lt;br /&gt;I witnessed them in action. Their classes were fantastic. They were funnier than me. They were up on all the latest trends! And above all, I watched them have some deep spiritual conversations with teens...without me!&lt;br /&gt;This disturbed me at first. It made me think that I was losing touch and declining in effectiveness. It really made me wrestle with my ego.&lt;br /&gt;So what's my conclusion?&lt;br /&gt;The teens ought to thank God that I'm not their only hope, their only contact, and their only adult friend! God knew what He was doing when he sent those interns our way!&lt;br /&gt;Why should God only do His work through me? It makes WAY more sense to use a lot of people!&lt;br /&gt;More interns, more contacts for lost and hurting teenagers, more godly people, more God...and less of me. Thank you for teaching me, Father!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-47013042288199162?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/47013042288199162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=47013042288199162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/47013042288199162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/47013042288199162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2010/08/do-it-yourself.html' title='Do-It-Yourself'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-6978481093628227278</id><published>2010-07-27T20:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T20:51:51.019-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Next Wood Baby...</title><content type='html'>My wife is due September 19th.&lt;br /&gt;She went in for an ultrasound and doctor visit today. Our son is already like 6 and 1/2 pounds!!! &lt;br /&gt;The doctor told my wife he thinks we will be spending some time in the NICU. Her blood sugars have been high (gestational diabetes) which means her body does not break down sugars very well, and so she has been sharing a high sugar blood concoction with our son. That must be why he is so huge!&lt;br /&gt;Because of this, he will probably be born and then tank as far as blood sugars are concerned. Until his body straightens itself out. Doctor also says we will probably need to have him early. So instead of September 19th, it will probably be in between September 5th and 12th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. &lt;br /&gt;I've had enough of NICU. I hate it. Especially when I'm watching my own kids in there.&lt;br /&gt;I told my wife we're done. I know she would love to have a baby girl. I would too!&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know if my heart can take another tough pregnancy and possibly another baby in NICU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-6978481093628227278?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/6978481093628227278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=6978481093628227278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/6978481093628227278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/6978481093628227278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2010/07/next-wood-baby.html' title='Next Wood Baby...'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-964622289865230154</id><published>2010-07-02T23:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T23:33:52.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is That Your Final Answer?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been asked a question, and later regretted your answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you regretted it because you told the truth...but the truth hurt someone. Or maybe you regretted your answer because it highlighted a weakness in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a moment to answer these two questions... (and DO NOT read further down until you have answered!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;1. What made you into the person you are today?&lt;br /&gt;2. Who are/were your favorite teachers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are anything like me, here is how you may have answered:&lt;br /&gt;1. My parents, my family, my experiences, my travels, my friends, my wife and kids.&lt;br /&gt;2. Mrs. Perkins, Mrs. Moonga, Mr. Mwanza, my dad, Stafford North, Jim Baird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are not bad answers. However, could my answers be better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been challenged recently to rethink my answers to a lot of questions.&lt;br /&gt;In the Bible, Paul answered the first question by saying, "By the grace of God I am what I am, and His grace on me was not without effect..." (1 Corinthians 15:10.)&lt;br /&gt;How come "the grace of God" was not in my answer? Seems like God's grace ought to be a changing, driving force in my life! My wish now is to answer more questions with God in mind. I hope He becomes more and more a part of my everyday answers! (Thank you, Jim, for sharing this insight!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as the second question, this was one I asked in a recent class to the teens. Then I made the point that Jesus was referred to as "teacher," and that if the teens were anything like me, they probably would not list him in their top list of teachers. This, too, needs to change! I hope in the future I would say, "Jesus is one of my favorite teachers...I could listen to Him all day!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayer is that you will find "God" appearing in more of your answers when people ask about your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-964622289865230154?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/964622289865230154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=964622289865230154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/964622289865230154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/964622289865230154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2010/07/is-that-your-final-answer.html' title='Is That Your Final Answer?'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-3563129828247923107</id><published>2010-06-29T11:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T11:37:36.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The summer sun warmed our car as we waited at the car repair shop. We had turned in our van, and my wife had run inside to see if it was ready yet.&lt;br /&gt;"Dad?" came the small voice from the back seat. It was my four year old. "You have to buckle my seat belt again!"&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT? Why?"&lt;br /&gt;I turned around to confirm what he had said. It was true. Now, this particular buckle was manufactured by an evil person, because I could not do it from my front seat. It would require me to climb out of my seat, open the door, lean over my other son, and buckle the seat belt. I would have to stand in the hot sun!&lt;br /&gt;The anger rising inside me, I threw open the door, yellin...I mean, speaking very loudly, "FISCHER! WHY is it that one minute you can be SO sweet, and the next you are being SO NAUGHTY!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next millisecond slowed to an eternity, my words ringing in my head: "WHY is it that one minute you can be SO sweet, and the next you are being SO NAUGHTY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine God laughed during my moment of self-realization. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," I thought, "he IS MY son! Here I am calm one moment, and yelling the next! I'm pretty sure God would love to say this to me...over and over again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda reminds me of this passage in Romans 7:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;15I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do. 16And if I do what I do not want to do, I agree that the law is good. 17As it is, it is no longer I myself who do it, but it is sin living in me. 18I know that nothing good lives in me, that is, in my sinful nature. For I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out. 19For what I do is not the good I want to do; no, the evil I do not want to do—this I keep on doing. 20Now if I do what I do not want to do, it is no longer I who do it, but it is sin living in me that does it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;21So I find this law at work: When I want to do good, evil is right there with me. 22For in my inner being I delight in God's law; 23but I see another law at work in the members of my body, waging war against the law of my mind and making me a prisoner of the law of sin at work within my members. 24What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue me from this body of death? 25Thanks be to God—through Jesus Christ our Lord! &lt;br /&gt;      So then, I myself in my mind am a slave to God's law, but in the sinful nature a slave to the law of sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-3563129828247923107?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/3563129828247923107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=3563129828247923107' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/3563129828247923107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/3563129828247923107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-sun-warmed-our-car-as-we-waited.html' title=''/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-1268622755183755841</id><published>2010-04-04T19:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T20:12:23.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaking Out!!</title><content type='html'>I imagine the disciples of Jesus were really FREAKING OUT right about this time of the day (a couple thousand years ago.)&lt;br /&gt;Mary had run to Peter and John (first thing earlier that morning) and, breathless, blurted to them that the tombstone had been rolled away. They had followed her and verified that, indeed, the stone had been removed and the body was not there.&lt;br /&gt;Peter and John went home, but Mary SAW Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;I imagine it was later in the day, perhaps around supper time, that the disciples were together...probably getting ready to eat a meal together. I imagine they were spooked, because they had been announcing the arrival of the Messiah, and now he was dead. I imagine they were extremely sad, because their friend, mentor, Lord, and traveling companion was gone. I imagine they were coming up with conspiracy theories as to who had stolen the body. I imagine they were afraid for their lives, as they had been the leaders of a new religious movement, but their movement was not stalled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that changed in a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL OF A SUDDEN, there He was calming their fears and their pain. "Peace be with you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly can't imagine how I would have reacted. Cry? Laugh nervously? Faint? Hug Him? Refrain from hugging with uncertainty?  Touched Him to make sure He was real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, that was a changing moment for those men. They changed the world starting at that moment. They all died for Jesus, so they must have believed that His resurrection was absolutely real.&lt;br /&gt;And they had no concept that this would be the first of many celebrations about the resurrection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus CAME BACK FROM THE DEAD on this day about 2,000 years ago. I AM FREAKING OUT ABOUT THIS RIGHT NOW. IT'S THE MOST AMAZING STORY EVER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-1268622755183755841?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/1268622755183755841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=1268622755183755841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/1268622755183755841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/1268622755183755841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2010/04/freaking-out.html' title='Freaking Out!!'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-2596618687739775483</id><published>2010-04-01T22:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T22:25:38.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazarus' View on the Resurrection of Jesus</title><content type='html'>Well, I really can't say much about the resurrection of Jesus...but, I CAN tell you about my own resurrection experience!&lt;br /&gt;I was dead...totally, completely, in-the-ground, dead for four days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sisters tell me that when my good friend Jesus heard, he came. He was a little late, but he still came. He talked to my sister about resurrection. Spooky stuff, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told some folks to roll the stone away from my grave. They objected at first. "He'll stink by now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is this: The first voice I remember hearing was that of Jesus. He told me to come out of my grave. I had a burial cloth on my face, and linen wrapped around my body, so I just got up and followed the voice as best I could. Soon, friends were taking off my burial clothes and replacing them with the clothes of the living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will die again one day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time, I'm not scared. I'm not scared because I KNOW the first voice I'll hear after I "fall asleep" is that of Jesus. And, like last time, he will tell me to get up and leave my grave. &lt;br /&gt;He raised me from the dead, and later on, he raised himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, His will be the first voice YOU will hear, if you believe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-2596618687739775483?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/2596618687739775483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=2596618687739775483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/2596618687739775483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/2596618687739775483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2010/04/lazarus-view-on-resurrection-of-jesus.html' title='Lazarus&apos; View on the Resurrection of Jesus'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-192927483861117740</id><published>2010-03-14T07:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T07:47:06.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome Youth Group Parents</title><content type='html'>Recently, a parent came to my office to share some concerns. First of all, this person wasn't belligerent or rude. He brought some concerns before me, and let me just say, I could listen to his complaints/critiques ALL DAY! I respect people who can help you examine yourself without feeling belittled.&lt;br /&gt;One of the things I was told is that we were doing TOO much in our youth ministry! As we spoke, I realized that I have a major problem. Our teens LOVE being together (a good thing), but I have a problem saying "No" when they want to hang out. I've been saying "Yes" to too many things over the past 4-5 months. &lt;br /&gt;I always tell the teens they don't need me to hang out, but somehow I've been sucked back in. Probably because I love them so much!&lt;br /&gt;But every once in a while, it's a TRUE BLESSING to have a parent tell you that you're doing too much, and that "It's OK to say NO!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-192927483861117740?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/192927483861117740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=192927483861117740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/192927483861117740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/192927483861117740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2010/03/awesome-youth-group-parents.html' title='Awesome Youth Group Parents'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-1756186897405698807</id><published>2010-03-06T08:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T08:15:47.929-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Starfield Reign In Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/V_ZQ9EMT5zw' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/V_ZQ9EMT5zw'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another brilliant song by Starfield. Oh, how much better life would be if I let God reign in my life instead of me! Need to learn to let go of more things...let God handle it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-1756186897405698807?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/1756186897405698807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=1756186897405698807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/1756186897405698807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/1756186897405698807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2010/03/starfield-reign-in-us.html' title='Starfield Reign In Us'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-8851984007461906473</id><published>2010-03-03T21:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T21:28:15.537-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Go by Starfield</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Eg1_KXcrg-8' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Eg1_KXcrg-8'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This song has now landed in my top 10, and now I know who Starfield is! &lt;br /&gt;After attending a Dare2Share conference, where we were inspired to share our faith, this was the final song that was sung before we left to return to our homes, our schools...the world.&lt;br /&gt;Listen to this song and see if you can say these lyrics to God (and mean them)...I DARE YOU!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-8851984007461906473?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/8851984007461906473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=8851984007461906473' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/8851984007461906473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/8851984007461906473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-will-go-by-starfield.html' title='I Will Go by Starfield'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-3798401688672431731</id><published>2010-03-02T11:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T12:15:07.162-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak Your Mind</title><content type='html'>Let me start out by saying that I usually don't watch shows like The Bachelor. I tease my wife about watching this show where the people "dating" are in a hot tub 50% of their dates. &lt;br /&gt;Last night's show had a sentiment that seems to be becoming fairly mainstream. I saw this thought echoed in a kid's show this morning: If you are thinking about something, you should speak your mind. Just say what's on your heart...say what you are thinking!&lt;br /&gt;Is this really a character trait that should be at the top of our charts? If you think about it, there's a lot of potential for danger! If I were to say "everything that I was thinking," what are the implications of that? If I "spoke my mind" all the time, I may:&lt;br /&gt;- damage long-term relationships.&lt;br /&gt;- ruin someone's first impression.&lt;br /&gt;- cause a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I spoke my mind, people might find out that I don't like them. Is that a good thing? Or should I keep my mouth shut and love them no matter what?&lt;br /&gt;If I spoke my mind, people might find out that I'm jealous of them and their possessions. That would make for strained relationships, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;If I spoke my mind, there are many other thoughts, sinful thoughts, that would probably be better kept to myself.&lt;br /&gt;Here's what the Bible says, "The LORD saw how great man's wickedness on the earth had become, and that every inclination of the thoughts of his heart was only evil all the time." (Gen. 6:5)&lt;br /&gt;Now, I realize that this was written when God destroyed the earth by flood. Do I think that EVERY inclination of EVERY person's heart is evil? No.&lt;br /&gt;It just seems like there are sometimes when "speaking your mind" is NOT the best thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;Oh sure, there are times when speaking your mind is necessary. There are times when people need to be confronted. There are times when fighting is needed. There are times to stand up and let your voice be heard.&lt;br /&gt;But, "there is a time to be silent, and a time to speak." (Ecclesiastes 3:7)&lt;br /&gt;If you're going to speak your mind, make sure it's for the right reasons. Make sure you're going to say something that will build people up in the long run, and not tear them down. Make sure your comments are critical for the right reason. Speak the truth, but speak the truth IN LOVE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-3798401688672431731?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/3798401688672431731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=3798401688672431731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/3798401688672431731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/3798401688672431731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2010/03/speak-your-mind.html' title='Speak Your Mind'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-3686257251946500831</id><published>2010-02-10T10:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T10:23:28.531-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lord, help me today to realize that you will be speaking to me through the events of the day, through people, through things, and through all creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me ears, eyes and heart to perceive you, however veiled your presence may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me insight to see through the exterior of things to the interior truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me your Spirit of discernment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Lord, you know how busy I must be this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;If I forget you, do not forget me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob Astley (1579-1652)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*From "The Book of a Thousand Prayers" compiled by Angela Ashwin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-3686257251946500831?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/3686257251946500831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=3686257251946500831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/3686257251946500831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/3686257251946500831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2010/02/lord-help-me-today-to-realize-that-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-7877255637651061456</id><published>2010-01-26T00:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T00:07:15.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Theology of a 4 Year Old</title><content type='html'>Conversation with my 4 year old son the other night after a Bible story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Daddy, why can't I see God?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uhhh. Well, maybe one day you WILL see God, buddy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Yeah, but I can't fly to where God lives...I don't have wings."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry, God will give you wings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Oh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, maybe He will make you like an angel and give you wings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"NO! I don't wanna be an angel...I wanna be a Power Ranger!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least he wants to be a good guy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-7877255637651061456?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/7877255637651061456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=7877255637651061456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/7877255637651061456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/7877255637651061456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2010/01/theology-of-4-year-old.html' title='Theology of a 4 Year Old'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-4721795890802808760</id><published>2009-12-18T22:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T22:33:29.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>God Bless...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I hear people say, "God Bless America!"&lt;br /&gt;And then I feel bad for the rest of the world, because we don't ask for God to bless them, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-4721795890802808760?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/4721795890802808760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=4721795890802808760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/4721795890802808760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/4721795890802808760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/12/god-bless.html' title='God Bless...'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-7812962645896766006</id><published>2009-12-13T21:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T21:24:20.061-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Community Sandwich</title><content type='html'>I'm so glad I decided to get a footlong sandwich at Subway tonight...&lt;br /&gt;Arriving at home, I came up the stairs to a naked 1-year old, whom I scooped into my arms. He had escaped Momma's grasp after the bath, leaving the towel on the floor and streaking though our house.&lt;br /&gt;The four year old was also naked, but wrapped in towel, hiding from me.&lt;br /&gt;Two minutes later I sat down to eat my sandwich and IMMEDIATELY had two extra mouths to feed. TOGETHER we savored every bite of the Cold Cut Sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;Was I upset that I had to share? Not one bit. &lt;br /&gt;This does not mean I'm perfect. I've told them more than once to get their own food. &lt;br /&gt;But tonight was perfect. Sharing a community sandwich reminded me that my "stuff" is not mine. God never intended it to be.&lt;br /&gt;How cool would it be if I could share that way (and that deeply) with other people?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-7812962645896766006?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/7812962645896766006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=7812962645896766006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/7812962645896766006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/7812962645896766006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/12/community-sandwich.html' title='Community Sandwich'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-6558571566259619598</id><published>2009-12-07T15:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T15:18:08.992-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Interesting Bible reading today. Don't recall seeing this before about Lot. Remember? Abraham's nephew who lived in Sodom (or Gomorrah.) He was the only righteous one in those cities and so his life was spared. But the Bible tells us this about him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 But God also rescued Lot out of Sodom because he was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a righteous man who was sick of the shameful immorality of the wicked people around him&lt;/span&gt;. 8 Yes, Lot was a righteous man who was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tormented in his soul by the wickedness he saw and heard day after day.&lt;/span&gt; (2 Peter 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lot lived in the most evil cities ever recorded. Think of the things he must have seen every day. Think of the atrocities. He lived among people that couldn't be reasoned with. In my opinion, he's lucky they didn't kill him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This passage tells us he was sick of the immorality around him, but it goes one step further. It says he was "tormented in his soul by the wickedness he saw and heard day after day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we be the kind of people who get sick of the immorality that surrounds us. May we be the kind of people who NEVER get USED to sinful behavior. May we be the kind of people who still cry when they see the evening news. May we be tormented in our souls by the wickedness around us...not because we are better, but because we love the things God loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-6558571566259619598?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/6558571566259619598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=6558571566259619598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/6558571566259619598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/6558571566259619598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/12/interesting-bible-reading-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-8762883079936612553</id><published>2009-11-16T22:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T23:25:57.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Event Youth Ministry</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning feeling like I had been run over by a MAC truck (and then it backed over me for good measure!) This weekend, we hosted a youth rally for almost 200 teenagers...and I am drained.&lt;br /&gt;If you're in youth ministry, you will need to learn some thing about administration. The vast majority of church members have little to no idea the many hats a youth minister wears during a big event. &lt;br /&gt;Take this last weekend as an example. At one point or another I was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emcee&lt;br /&gt;A/V technician&lt;br /&gt;Nurse&lt;br /&gt;Kissing Police&lt;br /&gt;Teacher&lt;br /&gt;Worship Leader&lt;br /&gt;Answerer of All Questions (AKA "Fountain of Knowledge")&lt;br /&gt;Janitor&lt;br /&gt;Motivator&lt;br /&gt;Accountant&lt;br /&gt;Host Home&lt;br /&gt;Manager&lt;br /&gt;Coach&lt;br /&gt;Youth Minister&lt;br /&gt;Parent Minister&lt;br /&gt;Director of Crisis Management&lt;br /&gt;Complaint Department&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with all this, the youth minister is expected to maintain his composure and integrity. He is to look like Jesus to everyone he crosses...even those who are yelling at him.&lt;br /&gt;If it sounds like I am complaining, well...maybe I am a little. :) But my hope is that churches (and youth ministers) can learn how to de-stress these big-event situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note to Youth Ministers&lt;/strong&gt;: Obviously I am still in elementary school when it comes to event planning. But I am learning that it's helpful to find people who are good at the above-mentioned roles to take the load off of you. It's no wonder we have youth ministers burning out at a terrible rate! DON'T BE AFRAID TO ASK FOR HELP! Evaluate after each event, and learn from your mistakes. Above all, be encouraged that you are planting seeds for God in the hearts of young people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note to Church Members&lt;/strong&gt;: If your youth minister is in the middle of an event, here are the sweetest words he could ever hear: "I'LL TAKE CARE OF IT!" As you can see from the above list, he already has SO much to do! Trust me, he will REJOICE if you take initiative and be totally grateful. If you're already helping in another capacity, feel free to delegate the job to another  person. Tell your youth minister about it and get a free hug!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-8762883079936612553?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/8762883079936612553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=8762883079936612553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/8762883079936612553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/8762883079936612553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/11/big-event-youth-ministry.html' title='Big Event Youth Ministry'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-1539318781367439740</id><published>2009-11-03T23:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T23:28:35.299-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As a Christian parent, what should I teach my child on the following: "&lt;em&gt;What should you do when a bully approaches and pushes you down?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I have taken the typical American father stance... "Get up and punch 'em in the face!" The main goal of this approach is to inform the bully that you will not be a pushover.&lt;br /&gt;Other parents may say, "Go, tell an adult." While I hope that my boys would tell me if ever this situation arose, I imagine the time will come when an adult is not handy...even on the playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I read one of the hardest teachings of Jesus (from Luke 6): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 27"But I tell you who hear me: Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, 28bless those who curse you, pray for those who mistreat you. 29If someone strikes you on one cheek, turn to him the other also. If someone takes your cloak, do not stop him from taking your tunic. 30Give to everyone who asks you, and if anyone takes what belongs to you, do not demand it back. 31Do to others as you would have them do to you. &lt;br /&gt; 32"If you love those who love you, what credit is that to you? Even 'sinners' love those who love them. 33And if you do good to those who are good to you, what credit is that to you? Even 'sinners' do that. 34And if you lend to those from whom you expect repayment, what credit is that to you? Even 'sinners' lend to 'sinners,' expecting to be repaid in full. 35But love your enemies, do good to them, and lend to them without expecting to get anything back. Then your reward will be great, and you will be sons of the Most High, because he is kind to the ungrateful and wicked. 36Be merciful, just as your Father is merciful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way I read it, Jesus NEVER retaliated when someone attacked him physically. He was never involved in any kind of war, and He was not a brawler. He never went looking for trouble, and when it found Him, He depended on God and His teachings to get Him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am to believe the story of Christ, I MUST believe that it takes MORE strength to LOVE your enemies rather than getting revenge. I MUST believe that God will sort it out one day. I MUST believe that non-violence will achieve something better than violence. I MUST believe that LOVE (even love for my enemy) will win in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I MUST believe that this is right for my kids, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-1539318781367439740?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/1539318781367439740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=1539318781367439740' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/1539318781367439740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/1539318781367439740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/11/as-christian-parent-what-should-i-teach.html' title=''/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-1184878725513614355</id><published>2009-10-11T23:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T23:10:45.522-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What God Has Done For Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Go home and tell your family how much the LORD has done for you…”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our minister, Jim White, challenged us this morning to tell our stories. I started to wonder what I would tell someone if they asked how Jesus had worked in my life…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The LORD put me under the supervision of two loving, Christian parents&lt;/strong&gt;. They have shown me what it means to truly live as Christ did. They taught me to be color-blind when it comes to skin, forgiving when it comes to offenses, polite when speaking to others, and loving in all situations. I often wonder what my life would have looked like in another home…and then I thank God for my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Since I started following Jesus, I have been relieved of trying to control the world.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yes, you read that right. I don’t have to worry about “getting ahead in this world.” I don’t have to fret, position, maneuver, plot, or use guilt to try and control situations or people. I have come to trust that God is in control, and I am not. Because of this, I have been relieved of SO much stress! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Money, popularity and “stuff” are not the driving factors in my life&lt;/strong&gt;. Do I still struggle with desire for these things? Sure. But when I see the unhappiness of so many rich people, I’m thankful that my bank account doesn’t contain 6 digits! Once, when walking through a rich Omaha neighborhood, Tracy and I wondered what it would be like to live in one of those homes. Then, the thought came, “Yeah, but I wonder how much screaming goes on behind those doors.” Using God-instinct, we know those things won’t purchase the contentment we so desperately seek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My faith also makes it OK NOT to know the answers to everything&lt;/strong&gt;. An atheist reading this might mock me for this, but that’s OK. My friends know that this does NOT mean I put my brain on the back-burner and bury my head in the sand. I am actually quite a curious person. I am currently trying to teach myself Hebrew and one of my favorite books is “The Case for Christ,” in which an agnostic journalist researches the story of Jesus and comes to find faith in Him.&lt;br /&gt;However, I don’t have to live in &lt;em&gt;mental agony&lt;/em&gt;, trying to understand all the unanswered questions of this world. It also means that I don’t have to PRETEND to know everything. That’s too much hard work! I know a lot of people who “know everything,” but still fail in life and love. Knowledge is good, but it’s still secondary to love put into action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because of God, I have a GIGANTIC family!&lt;/strong&gt; I have been blessed to travel to Africa, Jamaica, Brazil and most of the United States. There are people there who treat me like a brother. I have a “brother” in India, Ricky Gootam, who is doing wonderful things for God! &lt;em&gt;My network is larger than any cell phone company!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly (for the sake of this post) &lt;strong&gt;knowing God gives me JOY!&lt;/strong&gt; This one is a little harder to explain. I guess the joyful part of knowing Him came when I found out He was a God of love. My Father is the BEST at loving! He loves scores of undeserving people, and has WAY more patience than any human I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I put the question to you: &lt;strong&gt;“What has God done for YOU?”&lt;/strong&gt;Feel free to answer here, on your own blog, or tell a neighbor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-1184878725513614355?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/1184878725513614355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=1184878725513614355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/1184878725513614355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/1184878725513614355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-god-has-done-for-me.html' title='What God Has Done For Me'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-2771087758811641810</id><published>2009-10-05T22:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T22:34:28.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh-oh, Soapbox Issue!!</title><content type='html'>Soapbox topic tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omaha City Council is digging into old law books to find out if it's legal for city firefighters to raise money for MDA while on the clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, City Council, don't you think you could spend your time on worth-while conquests?&lt;br /&gt;Your people are NOT worried about this issue! They are worried about the number of shootings in our city, which continues to rise. They are wondering why you are tearing down a beloved city landmark (Rosenblatt Stadium) when there is no money to build a new stadium (and not much room downtown, either.) They are wondering why already-high property taxes are being raised.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how much influence you have over these things, but I am VERY upset at your use of time in fighting the firefighters on the above-mentioned issue. &lt;br /&gt;If anything, MORE companies OUGHT to encourage their employees to raise money for charities while ON THE CLOCK! Why can the city not get behind the firefighters for this? Is this not "in the city's long-range plans?" Why is helping others with a debilitating disease so taboo?&lt;br /&gt;Come on, City Council. Let's focus on things that will improve this great city. Let's encourage our people to be generous, benevolent, and to help one another!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-2771087758811641810?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/2771087758811641810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=2771087758811641810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/2771087758811641810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/2771087758811641810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/10/uh-oh-soapbox-issue.html' title='Uh-oh, Soapbox Issue!!'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-4241590731465508738</id><published>2009-09-18T10:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T10:52:26.224-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='martyrs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><title type='text'>Persecuted Christians</title><content type='html'>Did you know that people are still being persecuted for their faith in Christ?&lt;br /&gt;I just finished a wonderful book called "Jesus Freaks II" by DC Talk and Voice of the Martyrs. It is the second volume in a series about the history of Christian martyrs. These books ought to be on the shelf of every Christian, especially U.S. Christians, to remind us of the religious freedom we enjoy. It also ought to remind us to remember in prayer those who are sharing the Good News of Jesus in a hostile environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Remember those in prison as if you were their fellow prisoners, and those who are mistreated as if you yourselves were suffering&lt;/span&gt;." (Hebrews 13:3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;So do not be ashamed to testify about our Lord, or ashamed of me his prisoner. But join with me in suffering for the gospel...&lt;/span&gt;" (2 Timothy 1:8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;May the Lord show mercy to the household of Onesiphorus, because he often refreshed me and was not ashamed of my chains&lt;/span&gt;." (2 Timothy 1:16)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we be like our brother Onesiphorus, not ashamed of our imprisoned brothers and sisters, praying for them, refreshing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;If you would like to find out more about today's prisoners, click on the link to the right, and add the page to your favorites. You can also sign up for emails updating you on persecuted Christians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A HUGE "thank you" to Voice of the Martyrs for bringing this continuing problem to our remembrance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-4241590731465508738?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/4241590731465508738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=4241590731465508738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/4241590731465508738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/4241590731465508738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/09/persecuted-christians.html' title='Persecuted Christians'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-6030819950845812491</id><published>2009-09-15T22:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T23:47:26.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Summer...</title><content type='html'>I've been reflecting on this past summer in my youth ministry. From my standpoint, it was an utter success. Let me quickly add that the success was not due to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel like God has been teaching me something this summer: To get out of His way! My M.O. is to plot, plan and fret. I tend to freak out if I don't at least have a basic plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, sometimes, God isn't in "the planning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, He is right there in the moment when you don't know what to do or say or think. The best thing you can do is copy Jesus, and then God shows up.&lt;br /&gt;We've had some huge events this summer. But the "bigness" was found in the small, special moments. At other events, God showed up in surprising ways that weren't at all planned.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Here is a brief recap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's Summer Lock-In&lt;/strong&gt; - This was our first event of the summer. During our 2 a.m. devo, one of our teen girls asked to be baptized! I could NEVER have planned that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sam Thomsen Memorial Concert&lt;/strong&gt; - We invited Aaron Shust. He showed up, along with God, and we had an incredible evening. There was healing through music that night. And we raised over $2,000 for local charities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nebraska Youth Camp&lt;/strong&gt; - continues to be a special place for our teens. Four were baptized out there, one a friend of one of our teens who went to camp for the first time! I always have great conversations in the unplanned moments at camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30 Hour Famine&lt;/strong&gt; - We snuck this event in at the end of the summer. We only gave the teens ONE WEEK to raise funds. Since we did it in August (rather than the usual February) we slept outside in cardboard boxes. Have you ever slept in cardboard boxes? When it started raining, we rain inside the church building. Homeless folks can't do that. We raised over $3,600 to feed hungry children around the world. That means 14 kids will be fed for the next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't even mentioned the impact of our wonderful interns (thanks Sara and Mitch!), or feeding homeless men at Siena Francis house, or all of our wonderful visitors and new friends, or SoulQuest, or...well, you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;Praise God for an awesome summer!&lt;br /&gt;God, help me to STAY out of your way. Continue to work, despite me and through me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-6030819950845812491?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/6030819950845812491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=6030819950845812491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/6030819950845812491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/6030819950845812491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-summer.html' title='What a Summer...'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-7650296922455358990</id><published>2009-09-10T22:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T22:33:20.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunatic, Liar or Lord?</title><content type='html'>There is a famous quote by C.S. Lewis that goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;I am trying here to prevent anyone saying the really foolish thing that people often say about Him: “I’m ready to accept Jesus as a great moral teacher, but I don’t accept His claim to be God.” That is the one thing we must not say. A man who said the sort of things Jesus said would not be a great moral teacher. He would either be a lunatic — on a level with the man who says he is a poached egg — or else he would be the Devil of Hell. You must make your choice. Either this man was, and is, the Son of God: or else a madman or something worse. You can shut Him up for a fool, you can spit at Him and kill Him as a demon; or you can fall at His feet and call Him Lord and God. But let us not come with any patronizing nonsense about His being a great human teacher. He has not left that open to us. He did not intend to&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lewis here argues that the claim of Jesus to be "the Son of God" leaves us three options. Either Jesus was a lunatic, a liar, or He really was/is LORD.&lt;br /&gt;After reading the book of John, one thing really sticks out: Jesus asked God to let people see who He really was. He was always complaining that people didn't understand.&lt;br /&gt;So my next question is this: Would a liar publicly ask God to reveal his true identity? It seems that a liar would want to steer people away from his true identity!&lt;br /&gt;So, for me, it seems that I can logically remove this one from the equation. So, is Jesus a lunatic? Or is He truly the Son of the Living God?&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I choose the latter. &lt;br /&gt;So does this mean that I am defined by this equation, too? Either I am a lunatic or really, really smart! I dunno...sometimes I feel like both! I feel like a lunatic who "gets" something that a lot of other people don't get. As long as I'm not a jerk about it, that's OK with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-7650296922455358990?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/7650296922455358990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=7650296922455358990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/7650296922455358990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/7650296922455358990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/09/lunatic-liar-or-lord.html' title='Lunatic, Liar or Lord?'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-2642534900043122354</id><published>2009-09-02T22:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T22:21:23.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blind Humans</title><content type='html'>As a race, humans are very blind.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, not the kind of blindness where you can't &lt;em&gt;physically&lt;/em&gt; see something. No, I'm speaking of the blindness where something is made clear, but we still don't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;I often think, "How could people have witnessed ALL of the miracles of Jesus and still doubt?"&lt;br /&gt;Here is a man who walked ON TOP of water, fed a mountain-ful of people with a handful of food, re-attached an ear with no medical equipment or stitches, and successfully told a violent storm to "Shut up!"&lt;br /&gt;Our jaded-ness is not held to religion, though. Have you ever doubted any of the following...?&lt;br /&gt;- someone saying they love you.&lt;br /&gt;- a doctor telling you that you're in bad shape.&lt;br /&gt;- a doctor telling you that you're OK...it's all in your head.&lt;br /&gt;- weathermen&lt;br /&gt;- yourself&lt;br /&gt;Just because you doubt something doesn't mean that it's not true.&lt;br /&gt;May God heal us of our blindness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-2642534900043122354?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/2642534900043122354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=2642534900043122354' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/2642534900043122354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/2642534900043122354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/09/blind-humans.html' title='Blind Humans'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-5014191300720762130</id><published>2009-08-23T21:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T21:41:40.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Woman Who Gave Everything</title><content type='html'>She has a limited income. No, a VERY limited income. And yet, her heart was moved by our youth group teens a few weeks ago, who fasted for 30 hours to raise money for hungry children in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Out of her limited income, she wants to share $30 each month with a hungry child. She considers herself very blessed, and wants to share.&lt;br /&gt;But her amazing goodwill did not stop there.&lt;br /&gt;"Can I talk to you?" she asked as I turned away from another church member.&lt;br /&gt;I walked behind her and her head-covering (she's from another country) into the foyer. She told me that she wanted to do MORE. She wanted to contribute to the teenagers (so they could help more children), but she didn't have any more money. So, she devised a plan...&lt;br /&gt;She went to a local grocery store and asked permission to sit outside and collect money. I'm surprised they told her yes. Well, at least for a short time until the next manager came on the clock. Then she was told she had to leave. But by that time she had collected over $50, which she handed to me in an envelope.&lt;br /&gt;My first reaction is my American sense of social propriety: "It's not right to ask money for a cause as an individual! How will people believe you?"&lt;br /&gt;But I caught myself and corrected my first reaction: "What a beautiful thing! This sweet woman had no money of her own and had NO problem asking for help from others."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many things do not get accomplished because of our sense of pride? Because we won't ask for help? Because we would rather do it ourselves?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-5014191300720762130?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/5014191300720762130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=5014191300720762130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/5014191300720762130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/5014191300720762130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/08/woman-who-gave-everything.html' title='The Woman Who Gave Everything'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-1003220534385722247</id><published>2009-07-28T22:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T22:52:15.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaron Shust: "To God Alone"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/gT-QWSxV0Hs' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/gT-QWSxV0Hs'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From Aaron's new album coming out August 4th. I'm telling you, EVERY song is awesome! This is one of those albums you just put in and let play.&lt;br /&gt;This song came from the idea that Johann Sebastian Bach wrote the letters "SDG" at the end of each of his songs. It stands for "Soli Deo Gloria" which means "To God alone be the glory."&lt;br /&gt;What if we lived our lives for God's glory? What would that look like?&lt;br /&gt;What would happen if every time someone congratulated us, we pointed them towards God and said, "Thank Him"?!&lt;br /&gt;What if we stopped taking glory and gave it to God?&lt;br /&gt;Do you try to do things to get glory? (I know I sure don't mind when people tell me, "Good job!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a sneak peek at the other songs on his album, check out www.youtube.com/aaronshustube&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-1003220534385722247?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/1003220534385722247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=1003220534385722247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/1003220534385722247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/1003220534385722247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/07/aaron-shust-god-alone_28.html' title='Aaron Shust: &amp;quot;To God Alone&amp;quot;'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-8099645888878529950</id><published>2009-07-22T00:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T00:39:44.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Us Pray!</title><content type='html'>How do you pray? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was young, I was taught to close my eyes, bow my head and close my eyes. I don't fault my parents for this...I do the same with my own child to keep his rambunctious-ness in check!&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't until about 3rd grade that I had an inkling that some people pray differently than others. My father had been invited to speak at an African-American church. When it came time to pray, I folded my hands and bowed my head. &lt;br /&gt;The pray-er asked for God's help for Sister Johnson, who was suffering some malady, when, to my surprise, a man in front of me almost yelled, "That's right, Lord!"&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know you could talk during prayer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your prayer life is stale, here are some other prayer postures found in the Bible. Try them out!&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Open Your Eyes&lt;/span&gt; - The Bible mentions several times that people "raised their eyes toward heaven" when they spoke to God. When we close our eyes, sometimes we miss out on prayer opportunities. With our eyes open, we can see those who need help. We can notice drivers and pray for safety. We can notice the color green! (John 17:1, Psalm 123:1-3)&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lift Your Hands&lt;/span&gt; - I love 1 Timothy 2:8..."I want men everywhere to lift holy hands in prayer, without anger and disputing." I find it terribly ironic (and funny, and hypocritical) that one of the things we ARGUE about is whether or not it's OK to raise our hands!! I have heard several things that help me when I think of the concept of lifting holy hands to God in prayer. (a) It's like a child reaching for their mommy or daddy. In other words, I just want to be held by God! (b) It's showing God our empty hands. We have nothing to bring to Him but ourselves. (c) It's a sign of surrender. When someone sticks a gun in your back, you lift your hands in surrender. All of these are GREAT things to ponder when in prayer!&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kneel&lt;/span&gt; - "Come let us worship and bow down. Let us kneel before the LORD, our God, our Maker." (Psalm 95:6) Vassals in the medieval age would kneel before their king to show respect and honor. It's humbling to put your knee(s) to the ground for another person. We should kneel before our King..the King of kings!&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lying Prostrate&lt;/span&gt; - Lying facedown, spread-eagled is the most uncomfortable prayer position ever. It's also the most humbling. In this position, you are like a child waiting to be picked up. It's also humbling because anyone could come and attack you, but you are defenseless. They could put their boot in your back and you could do nothing about it. The verses that talk about this prayer posture are some of the most heart-wrenching, sorrowful stories in the Bible. This is not a position you would ask others to do in church...this one is completely personal. It is the moment you realize you have turned away from God and need to get back. (Deuteronomy 9:13-19, 2 Samuel 12:16, 1 Kings 18:25-39.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please remember, these are not the only ways you can pray! You can pray standing or sitting, at morning or at night, out loud or silently, with others or alone. The point is not how you hold your hands, but that you simply speak with God. He is waiting to hear from you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-8099645888878529950?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/8099645888878529950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=8099645888878529950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/8099645888878529950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/8099645888878529950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/07/let-us-pray.html' title='Let Us Pray!'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-3363386740511466239</id><published>2009-07-11T18:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T19:04:57.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Accountability Partners</title><content type='html'>Do you have an "accountability partner?"&lt;br /&gt;I hear this often at youth rallies and religious gatherings. At the National Conference on Youth Ministries, they tell us every year that we should be in an accountability group. &lt;br /&gt;What is an accountability partner?&lt;br /&gt;It is someone that you trust to call when you are struggling spiritually. It is someone with whom you share your secrets. You know them and they know you. It is someone who will call you out when you are not being holy.&lt;br /&gt;All of this is good, but I have continually run into a problem...all the good accountability partners are taken!&lt;br /&gt;I've asked several people and here is the typical answer, "Oh, that's cool. I'm glad you're doing that, but I already have an accountability partner."&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't come across like a jealous junior high girl, but I don't think I'm the only one encountering this problem.&lt;br /&gt;Since when did "accountability groups" become exclusive? Is this another way to form a friendship group and keep others out? Would Jesus want us to close off these groups when others are begging for friends to help them stay on the high road?&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the way, we started another man-made tradition: Find ONE person whom you trust and share openly. It's not a bad thing, but is it the best thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In case you are worrying about me, I have a friend in Michigan who is going against the grain. I'm pretty sure he already has an accountability partner, but he has opened his circle of accountability friends to include me. (By the way, I'm doing OK spiritually...it's just good to have someone ask once in a while!) Thanks, Dave. I appreciate you, bro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-3363386740511466239?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/3363386740511466239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=3363386740511466239' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/3363386740511466239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/3363386740511466239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/07/accountability-partners.html' title='Accountability Partners'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-930183706999282924</id><published>2009-06-21T20:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T20:26:26.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaron Shust Song Leak! "Forevermore"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/GoVnvSA9gqE' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/GoVnvSA9gqE'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aaron really blessed us last week as he shared his heart and his music. It was almost like he wrote those songs for us!&lt;br /&gt;Imagine our surprise when we found this little video of him leaking a new song...and he did it while in Omaha...woot!!&lt;br /&gt;Shameless plug: You NEED to get his new album "Take Over," which will be in stores August 4th. &lt;br /&gt;We love you Aaron. Thanks for sharing with us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-930183706999282924?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/930183706999282924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=930183706999282924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/930183706999282924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/930183706999282924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/06/aaron-shust-song-leak.html' title='Aaron Shust Song Leak! &amp;quot;Forevermore&amp;quot;'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-8797360055773774388</id><published>2009-06-01T20:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:07:49.750-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sin'/><title type='text'>The Good News About Sin</title><content type='html'>*&lt;em&gt;Textual Tuesdays will study an excerpt of the Bible or a biblical topic&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is an outline of a sermon I presented on Sunday. I hope it's uplifting and encouraging and convicting for you.&lt;br /&gt;The format was actually a lot of fun. I asked our teens a question on Facebook: "What questions do you have about sin?" And they really came through! So the points of my lesson were based on their questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"If you sin, but fail to ask forgiveness, does God hold that against you?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've probably heard this question before. If I sin while dying (like curse while I wreck into a tree) will I be forgiven?&lt;br /&gt;Heb. 7:26-27 tells us that Christ offered himself as a sacrifice ONCE FOR ALL.&lt;br /&gt;This phrase is used five times in the book of Hebrews! We need to start believing that Christ died, and his death (once we accept it) took care of our sins! We cannot drive ourselves crazy keeping a checklist of the sins we fail to repent of.&lt;br /&gt;Heb. 10:19-23 tells us that we can have "full assurance" and our hearts should be "cleansed of a guilty conscience."&lt;br /&gt;You were not meant to live in guilt if you have given your life to following God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Does God punish other people for my sin?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to wonder about this question. There are verses that talk about God punishing the sins of the fathers on the children to the third and fourth generation. I believe this is talking more of natural consequences than punishment. Here's why:&lt;br /&gt;"Fathers shall not be put to death for their children, nor children put to death for their fathers; each is to die for his own sin." (Deut. 24:16)&lt;br /&gt;Others may suffer the CONSEQUENCES of your sin (e.g. drinking and driving) but YOU are responsible to God for your own sin. PLEASE don't think that God punished someone else because of YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Is there a sin so bad that God cannot forgive it?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus says in Matt. 12:31 that "blasphemy of the Holy Spirit" is the only unforgivable sin. But even this is open for interpretation.&lt;br /&gt;Does that mean you cannot get angry at God or yell at Him? (What about the Psalms?)&lt;br /&gt;Does it mean that you cannot run away from God? (What about Jonah?)&lt;br /&gt;Does it mean that you can't ever be against God? (What about Saul/Paul?)&lt;br /&gt;I think it means a lifelong, turning your back on God, not taking any responsibility for your actions or your spirit that lives inside of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Is sin treated all the same?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first glance, some sins seem worse than others. After all, they DO carry different consequences.&lt;br /&gt;However, James 2:10 tells us that if you stumble at keeping ONE law, you have broken them all. This is because ANYTHING wrong breaks God's heart! (Lying to murder.) So, unfortunately, we have ALL been lawbreakers (and heartbreakers) at one point.&lt;br /&gt;But the good news? Christ's sacrifice covers ALL sins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What will it take to make up for my sin?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, we have this idea that WE can make our sins better. But let me try to expose a flaw...&lt;br /&gt;If you lie, what can you do to make it better?&lt;br /&gt;If you have premarital sex, what can you do?&lt;br /&gt;In both these cases, we think we have an answer! But if we "make ourselves OK" by fixing it, then answer these questions...&lt;br /&gt;If you get someone pregnant, how do you make it better?&lt;br /&gt;If you murder someone, how do you fix it?&lt;br /&gt;When answering these questions, there is really no way to "undo" what you have done! Does this mean these sins are beyond redemption?&lt;br /&gt;Please read this carefully:&lt;br /&gt;SINS CANNOT BE UNDONE, THEY CAN ONLY BE FORGIVEN!!! (Read Galatians 5:4-6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what should you do to get your sins forgiven? Read Acts 2:38. Once you accept God's forgiveness, you will know the good news that God forgives and forgets!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-8797360055773774388?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/8797360055773774388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=8797360055773774388' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/8797360055773774388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/8797360055773774388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-news-about-sin.html' title='The Good News About Sin'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-4221478820525910227</id><published>2009-05-26T22:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T22:55:04.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember Those...</title><content type='html'>*&lt;em&gt;Textual Tuesdays will be days when the Bible or another text will be examined for spiritual examination and encouragement.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's reading is from Hebrews 13:3&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Remember those in prison as if you were their fellow prisoners, and those who are mistreated as if you yourselves were suffering&lt;/em&gt;." (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the New Living Translation slightly better...&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember those in prison, as if you were there yourself. Remember also those being mistreated, as if you felt their pain in your own bodies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading this verse, first of all I am struck by the idea that I am far from perfect in following this sentiment. I hear of people in prison, or those being mistreated and feel sorry, but feel very disconnected from their situations.&lt;br /&gt;This passage would have us move beyond our "who cares" attitude to a connected, caring one. Not just sympathy, mind you. Sympathy means feeling sorrow for another's situation. No, this verse calls us to something deeper...it calls us to empathy.&lt;br /&gt;Check out this definition from The American Heritage® New Dictionary of Cultural Literacy, Third Edition:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;empathy [(em-puh-thee)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Identifying oneself completely with an object or person, sometimes even to the point of responding physically, as when, watching a baseball player swing at a pitch, one feels one's own muscles flex.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that God gives me a more empathetic heart; one that feels sorrow and pain along with others to the point of &lt;strong&gt;moving me&lt;/strong&gt; to help care for them instead of remaining aloof. I pray that God moves among Christians to give us this kind of caring heart for one another, and for the world...that the world may know we are Christians by our care, by our love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-4221478820525910227?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/4221478820525910227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=4221478820525910227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/4221478820525910227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/4221478820525910227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/05/remember-those.html' title='Remember Those...'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-2959075962387822035</id><published>2009-05-22T22:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T22:19:06.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sense of Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;*Family Fridays contain tips to maintain a strong sense of family and to pass your faith on to your children.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A major component is missing in the spiritual lives of our young people...a sense of adventure!&lt;br /&gt;Parents feel at a loss in the spiritual training of their children. They think they must KNOW everything before they can teach their kids. This is so far from the truth! If all we do is teach...how boring is that?&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that parents don't PRACTICE their faith WITH their kids. Parents, be encouraged to DO "faith stuff" with your children.&lt;br /&gt;Take them to help feed people at a local shelter.&lt;br /&gt;Make gift baskets for underprivileged children.&lt;br /&gt;Visit a hospital just to pray for those inside.&lt;br /&gt;Help an elderly person carry groceries to their car.&lt;br /&gt;Let your children see you in a Bible study or teaching.&lt;br /&gt;Encourage your children to be friends with your neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;Make an adventure out of your faith-life! And live out those adventures with your kids, one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing guarantees vibrant faith for your children, but this will greatly increase the chance of them growing their own faith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-2959075962387822035?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/2959075962387822035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=2959075962387822035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/2959075962387822035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/2959075962387822035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/05/sense-of-adventure.html' title='A Sense of Adventure'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-1191707483392234036</id><published>2009-05-21T20:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T20:36:59.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The In-Laws</title><content type='html'>Today I am thankful for my parents-in-law. They are staying with us this week. My mother-in-law is always willing to help watch the kids. She has a genuine concern for other people and prays every night for many. Oh yeah, her cooking is phenomenal (after this post, I'm headed for the chocolate meringue pie in the fridge!)&lt;br /&gt;My father-in-law is the hardest worker I know. His family yells at him to stop and rest constantly. This week he has mowed my front yard, cooked pork chops on the grill and helped us install a retaining wall on the side of our house. I also enjoy our little on-going golf competition. So far, the best I've done is tie him. This week, he beat me by four strokes.&lt;br /&gt;Great times with great people. Not everyone enjoys their in-laws!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-1191707483392234036?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/1191707483392234036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=1191707483392234036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/1191707483392234036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/1191707483392234036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-laws.html' title='The In-Laws'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-2618930799923394482</id><published>2009-05-19T08:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T08:59:49.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Textual Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Today's reading is from Luke 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;13But the angel said to him: "Do not be afraid, Zechariah; your prayer has been heard. Your wife Elizabeth will bear you a son, and you are to give him the name John. 14He will be a joy and delight to you, and many will rejoice because of his birth, 15for he will be great in the sight of the Lord. He is never to take wine or other fermented drink, and he will be filled with the Holy Spirit even from birth. 16Many of the people of Israel will he bring back to the Lord their God. 17And he will go on before the Lord, in the spirit and power of Elijah, to turn the hearts of the fathers to their children and the disobedient to the wisdom of the righteous—to make ready a people prepared for the Lord."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing to see that John was among the first in "family ministry." One of the main reasons he was sent, we are told in verse 17, was "&lt;em&gt;to turn the hearts of the fathers to their children&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;The problem is not a new one. For centuries, fathers tend to get busy with "business" to the neglect of their children (and wives.) Sometimes, they don't mean to...it's just the way men are wired! Once we get something in our heads, we want to finish it...we want it to be accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;I've been told one of the best things we do in our youth ministry is to provide times for families to be together. Our last series of events was called, "Chillin' With the 'Rents." (For you old fogeys, that's "spending time with your parents!")&lt;br /&gt;It is always heart-lifting to see dads talking, playing and connecting with their children. This is one of the most important ministries of all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-2618930799923394482?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/2618930799923394482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=2618930799923394482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/2618930799923394482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/2618930799923394482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/05/textual-tuesday_19.html' title='Textual Tuesday'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-2055682521184669035</id><published>2009-05-14T21:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:26:10.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>Today, I am thankful for good health...something that has eluded me for the past 24 hours. I haven't been this sick to my stomach since I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;I usually take it for granted when I'm in good health. What a blessing from God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-2055682521184669035?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/2055682521184669035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=2055682521184669035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/2055682521184669035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/2055682521184669035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/05/thankful-thursday_14.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-8999686743172684831</id><published>2009-05-13T22:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:38:45.819-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Textual ___day</title><content type='html'>Sorry I'm a day late! And now, to the scripture this week...! (two, actually)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus left the temple and was walking away when his disciples came up to him to call his attention to its buildings&lt;/em&gt;. (Matthew 24:1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where many of our churches are today. "Look at our building! Isn't it great! We have ample parking, and plenty of restrooms. We have a gym and a kitchen. This is all new carpet, isn't it plush? Check this out...in our auditorium we have state-of-the-art audio/visuals!! You probably came in today because of our sign..."&lt;br /&gt;OK, so maybe we don't actually SAY that. But can we admit that we are awfully proud of our buildings sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what happened to the disciples LATER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One day Peter and John were going up to the temple at the time of prayer—at three in the afternoon. Now a man crippled from birth was being carried to the temple gate called Beautiful, where he was put every day to beg from those going into the temple courts. When he saw Peter and John about to enter, he asked them for money. Peter looked straight at him, as did John. Then Peter said, "Look at us!" So the man gave them his attention, expecting to get something from them&lt;/em&gt;. (Acts 3:1-5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did the disciples notice during this trip to the Temple?&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't the grandiose temple. It wasn't the temple gate called Beautiful (I would have loved to see that gate!)&lt;br /&gt;This time they weren't sucked in by the pomp and pride of the temple.&lt;br /&gt;This time, they noticed...a beggar.&lt;br /&gt;And they didn't just notice him, they stared at him and refused to leave until he interacted with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the change? I think it was because of the difference Jesus made in their lives. They had seen the resurrected Jesus and finally realized that He came to this world not to show off and become its king, but to die for its people.&lt;br /&gt;And when we make this realization, we too will start to notice people...who Jesus came to save. And our buildings won't be the most important things for our deacons to fix...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-8999686743172684831?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/8999686743172684831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=8999686743172684831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/8999686743172684831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/8999686743172684831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/05/textual-day.html' title='Textual ___day'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-994694833632736708</id><published>2009-05-08T18:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T18:20:55.409-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family ministry'/><title type='text'>Family Friday</title><content type='html'>The Blessing of Words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hear them all day. Some are positive and some are not. Some are long and some are short. Some represent God...many do not.&lt;br /&gt;What you do with your words can be a positive force in your family. Positive words can:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Affirm love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Prove forgiveness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Give hope to a failing relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspire someone to try harder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Heal wounds inflicted by another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Boost self-esteem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Bring about the most joyous sound on earth...laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Bond a family together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Envision a positive future for a loved one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bless a starving soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;End family feuds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Make a friend of a perceived enemy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Introduce someone to Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Change someone's day...maybe even their outlook on life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Make the world a better place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of your family, use words to be a powerful force for good!&lt;br /&gt;"Encourage one another, and build each other up..." (1 Thessalonians 5:11)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-994694833632736708?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/994694833632736708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=994694833632736708' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/994694833632736708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/994694833632736708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/05/family-friday.html' title='Family Friday'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-8402906800563075186</id><published>2009-05-06T22:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:40:25.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>Today, I am thankful for our home church...the Southwest Church of Christ!!&lt;br /&gt;Let me share a few things that have made this church special to us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Sunday, one of our shepherds (elders) was making a really long announcement. I was wondering where he was going, when he finally broke the news that one of our couples was reconciling! This couple had struggled in their marriage for years and lived apart for most of that time. Many members had counseled with them, cried with them and reasoned with them. And so imagine the reaction! First, it was applause with a few whistles. Then, the minister and I noticed that everyone was standing to applaud them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one of our shepherds asked me how things were going the other day. He listened and affirmed me for the job I was doing. He told me to pass on his appreciation to my wife, too! (Wives of ministers usually get overlooked.) And then, he did the BEST thing a shepherd could do for a youth minister: He said, "Franklin, can I pray for you?" (And this is a common occurence here!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, I could talk about how our church responded when our Sam Thomsen died in a tornado last year. There are some churches that would let the ministers do all the comforting of a bereaved family. Not Southwest! By the time I arrived at the Thomsen home, there were at least 30 people there! For the next two days, people were in and out of that home, checking on the Thomsens. This church truly understands that EVERY member is a minister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're ever coming through Omaha, Nebraska...come by and visit Southwest. It's a very special family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-8402906800563075186?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/8402906800563075186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=8402906800563075186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/8402906800563075186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/8402906800563075186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/05/thankful-thursday.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-2907404665494287251</id><published>2009-05-05T22:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:48:35.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Textual Tuesday</title><content type='html'>*&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry to those of you who heard my sermon on Sunday...this is a rerun!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 1 Chronicles 4:9-10&lt;br /&gt; 9 Jabez was more honorable than his brothers. His mother had named him Jabez, [&lt;a title="See footnote c" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20Chronicles%204;&amp;amp;version=31;#fen-NIV-10395c"&gt;c&lt;/a&gt;] saying, "I gave birth to him in pain." 10 Jabez cried out to the God of Israel, "Oh, that you would bless me and enlarge my territory! Let your hand be with me, and keep me from harm so that I will be free from pain." And God granted his request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've never been sure what to think of this passage. At first glance it looks terribly rude and self-centered. Plus, I'm not a real fan of the "fame and fortune" preachers and their lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is it OK to ask God for a blessing? Can I ask God to bless me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here are some other passages that have helped me to embrace the prayer of Jabez a little better, and understand maybe what he was thinking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The LORD had said to Abram, "Leave your country, your people and your father's household and go to the land I will show you. I will make you into a great nation and I will bless you; I will make your name great, and you will be a blessing. (Gen. 12:1-2) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Did you catch the last phrase? "...and you will be a blessing." I believe the Israelites understood that when God blesses you, you pass the blessings on to others (and don't hoard it for yourself.) This makes it a little more palatable to ask for a blessing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blessed is the man who finds wisdom, the man who gains understanding. (Prov. 3:13) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Bible also mentions health, long life, and children as blessings. Most Americans think of a "blessing" as money or material wealth. God gives us so many blessings other than material things!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; And he took the children in his arms, put his hands on them and blessed them. (Mark 10:16) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Almost every "blessing story" in the Bible has the "blesser" laying hands on or touching the one being blessed. To ask God for a blessing is to ask to be close to God or be touched by Him. And what better blessing could exist?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;These verses make me think that it's OK to ask God for a blessing if I have the right mindset. May God give you a special blessing today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-2907404665494287251?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/2907404665494287251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=2907404665494287251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/2907404665494287251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/2907404665494287251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/05/textual-tuesday.html' title='Textual Tuesday'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-9075790347877144589</id><published>2009-04-30T21:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T21:48:05.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JCYRmozUKuM/SfpitYa3QPI/AAAAAAAAAHY/IIE5XtkWybU/s1600-h/no+parents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330681640735162610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JCYRmozUKuM/SfpitYa3QPI/AAAAAAAAAHY/IIE5XtkWybU/s320/no+parents.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hi, Franklin," said the nervous voice on the other end of the line. It was the mom of one of my (youth group) teens.&lt;br /&gt;"Ummm, I’m sorry to call at such a late hour. Is there…any way you could come over to the house for a little bit? We need your help. Our son has locked himself in his room and won’t talk to us. He’s pretty upset."&lt;br /&gt;As I entered the house, Dad sat in a recliner, putting on a good face (for the youth minister) but obviously angry. You could actually smell tension in the air. After getting a report from Mom and Dad, I headed up the staircase to coax the teen out of his room and talk to his parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a situation like this, how much privacy do you give your teenager? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;How long should you give them to cool down?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First of all, make sure that YOU as a parent have calmed down!&lt;/strong&gt; In the above-mentioned situation, I could tell the mom was fine, but the dad had not yet calmed down. While you wait, calmly weigh the "worth-it" scale of this argument. Try to put your logic into better words instead of "because I told you so!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wait long enough for both of you to cool off, but not too long&lt;/strong&gt;. If you wait too long, your child will think: (1) the issue is closed (this may lead to a bad decision to do it anyway) or (2) that you don't love them (I know this is a little unfair, but that's the way they feel!) If you let this go on too long, the "No Parents Allowed" sign will go up on their door! Don't let that happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a firm believer in Ephesians 4:26 - "'In your anger do not sin': Do not let the sun go down while you are still angry..." Solve all your problems before the day is over. Either compromise, apologize, or promise to talk about the issue again tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS, ALWAYS end your talk with a sincere "I love you" and a meaningful (appropriate) touch&lt;/strong&gt;. Hugs, kisses, tousling their hair, wrestling...all these are great. This shows your child that THEY are more important than the issue at hand. Unfortunately, as our children enter pre-teen years, we stop the hugs and touches because we believe they don't want/need them any more. Trust me, even if they cringe, they want AND need those hugs from you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-9075790347877144589?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/9075790347877144589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=9075790347877144589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/9075790347877144589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/9075790347877144589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/04/family-friday_30.html' title='Family Friday'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JCYRmozUKuM/SfpitYa3QPI/AAAAAAAAAHY/IIE5XtkWybU/s72-c/no+parents.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-7045605580438948998</id><published>2009-04-30T14:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T14:22:38.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>"Good morning, class!"&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for teachers! Many times, these folks use their own money to pay for class materials. They genuinely care for other people's children.&lt;br /&gt;I remember my teachers in Africa, who would swat the children who snickered when I attempted to read in Chitonga (the local language.) They would smile at me and urge me to keep trying.&lt;br /&gt;I remember falling in love with Creative Writing in high school because of a gentle lady that spoke about writing with a gleam in her eye.&lt;br /&gt;I remember Dr. Geiger, who taught us Greek...he taught us to enjoy it as well as study it.&lt;br /&gt;I remember Dr. North, who just made everything in the Bible so understandable!&lt;br /&gt;I remember Dr. Baird, who challenged me to memorize more Bible than I thought I could cram in my brain!&lt;br /&gt;There are so many more. So many Sunday School teachers and grade school teachers that I haven't mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, teachers should be paid more than movie stars and professional athletes. But maybe that's just me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-7045605580438948998?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/7045605580438948998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=7045605580438948998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/7045605580438948998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/7045605580438948998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/04/thankful-thursday_30.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-9169078547317873339</id><published>2009-04-28T20:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T20:52:41.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Textual Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The spiritual world fascinates me. Demons, angels...all these unseen things are interesting. The following is one of my favorite passages (from Acts 19) about such things:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;13Some Jews who went around driving out evil spirits tried to invoke the name of the Lord Jesus over those who were demon-possessed. They would say, "In the name of Jesus, whom Paul preaches, I command you to come out." 14Seven sons of Sceva, a Jewish chief priest, were doing this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15One day the evil spirit answered them&lt;/strong&gt;, "&lt;em&gt;Jesus I know, and I know about Paul, but who are you?&lt;/em&gt;" 16Then the man who had the evil spirit jumped on them and overpowered them all. He gave them such a beating that they ran out of the house naked and bleeding.&lt;br /&gt; 17When this became known to the Jews and Greeks living in Ephesus, they were all seized with fear, and &lt;strong&gt;the name of the Lord Jesus was held in high honor&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some observations:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. These Jewish exorcists wanted to experience the full responsibility of knowing Jesus, but they did not want to commit to Him. Notice they added the tag, "...whom Paul preaches..." to their incantation. It seems they did not want to take it upon themselves to preach about Jesus, but just to cast out demons in His name.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. "One day the evil spirit answered them..." Can you imagine days of talking to this "evil spirit" and all of a sudden, the spirit answers back? Frightening moment! I think I would have passed out cold...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. "...the name of the Lord Jesus was held in high honor." Despite the fact that the demon "won," the name of Jesus was still held in high honor! No matter how evil something may seem, there is always an opportunity to see and praise Jesus.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. "Jesus I know, and I know about Paul, but who are you?" I pray that my faith will grow to the point where, one day, the evil spirits know MY name. I hope that I will become a powerful warrior for God, and that the demons will say, "Let's get out of here, here comes that Franklin guy!" Do the evil spirits know YOUR name?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-9169078547317873339?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/9169078547317873339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=9169078547317873339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/9169078547317873339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/9169078547317873339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/04/textual-tuesday_28.html' title='Textual Tuesday'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-1574421287179704025</id><published>2009-04-23T23:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:03:54.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Another example of a parent trying to be a friend rather than a parent&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KANSAS CITY, Mo. – A mother and another woman face felony child-endangerment charges after a 14-year-old's birthday party that ended with two young teens being taken to a hospital. Karen Christine Downs, 43, of Kansas City, and Kelsee Guest, 25, are accused of providing liquor and beer to six 13- and 14-year-olds at a February birthday party for Downs' daughter. Two girls, one 13 and the other 14, passed out and were later taken to a hospital, according to court documents.&lt;br /&gt;Downs allegedly offered $10 to whoever could chug a glass of vodka the fastest. Guest is accused of pouring the shots.&lt;br /&gt;"We continue to work to educate teenagers and adults about the dangerous effects of teen drinking," Platte County prosecutor Eric Zahnd in a news release. "But understand this: It is a crime to give alcohol to somebody's child. And any adult who creates a substantial risk to the life, body, or health of a child can face felony charges."&lt;br /&gt;Police responded to a complaint of a loud party at a home in northern Kansas City around 2 a.m. Feb. 22 and found the teenage girls, several of whom told investigators that they had been drinking heavily. One girl who was unconscious was taken to a hospital, where her blood content was later determined to be .218, more than twice the legal limit to operate a motor vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;A second girl also was taken to the hospital because officers believed she had alcohol poisoning.&lt;br /&gt;"This was a very serious and dangerous situation," Kansas City police Chief Jim Corwin said. "We are fortunate we are not standing here discussing a homicide."&lt;br /&gt;Officers found between 60 and 70 empty beer bottles and several empty liquor bottles scattered throughout the home's basement.&lt;br /&gt;The girls told officers that Downs offered them shots and told them not to tell their parents about it. After running out of alcohol, Guest asked the girls if they had any money to buy more, Zahnd said, and the two suspects and one of the girls then bought another bottle of vodka.&lt;br /&gt;One of the girls told police she had beer and nine or 10 shots of vodka, he said.&lt;br /&gt;"I would like to think that the outrageous actions alleged in this case will be viewed by responsible adults as totally unacceptable," said Vicky Ward, coordinator of a community group that works to reduce teen drinking.&lt;br /&gt;Downs was being held on $25,000 bond and Guest was being held on $20,000 bond. Both were cash-only.&lt;br /&gt;The prosecutor's office said neither woman had hired a lawyer as of Tuesday afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-1574421287179704025?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/1574421287179704025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=1574421287179704025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/1574421287179704025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/1574421287179704025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/04/family-friday.html' title='Family Friday'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-4433070880282487124</id><published>2009-04-22T21:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:08:35.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>"Hey, what do you think about this scripture?"&lt;br /&gt;"Franklin, God has better things in store for you."&lt;br /&gt;"Dude, how is your marriage?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They constantly challenge and push me. They ask personal questions that make me squirm, but then make me grateful that someone asked to keep me straight. We laugh and laugh when we are together at retreats and rallies. Some of our favorite things to discuss are God, the Bible and teenagers. They have walked with me through the best times...and they have watched over me in dark times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today, I am thankful for my ministry friends&lt;/strong&gt;. (&lt;em&gt;I apologize in advance...I'm sure I'll forget several great people!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Youth Ministers&lt;/strong&gt;: Tim Hall, Tom Dahlman, Todd Brumley, Dave Blanchard, Philip Quelle, Trent Baker, Jesse Anderson, Bryan Johnston, Rick Odell, Bobby Kern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pulpit, Worship, and "Other":&lt;/strong&gt; Jim White, Rusty Tugman, Lanny Jobe, Randy Johns, Jim Tuttle, Dudley Chancey, Shane Coffman, Robert Cox, Kerry Cox, Ricky Gootam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can't forget those Superwomen (I mean, "Administrative Asssistants!"): &lt;/strong&gt;Patty Coffman, Jamie Schoonover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These folks are active (and for the most part, paid) ministers. They understand what other paid guys go through. They are "in the fields" working and blessing many people.&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to tell some of your favorite youth ministers/ministers/secretaries "Thank you" today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-4433070880282487124?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/4433070880282487124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=4433070880282487124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/4433070880282487124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/4433070880282487124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/04/thankful-thursday.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-7889303383923051653</id><published>2009-04-20T22:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:49:34.316-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><title type='text'>Textual Tuesday</title><content type='html'>God must be trying to teach me something. Today's scripture kind of continues the thought from last week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when I found my new favorite website: &lt;a href="http://www.hebrew4christians.com/"&gt;www.hebrew4christians.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a short excerpt from a section on Blessings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jews normally do not say "grace" &lt;em&gt;before &lt;/em&gt;meals (as do many Christians) but rather &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; they have eaten. They do not "bless" the food either, but rather acknowledge that God is the One who provides for their sustenance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This prayer is called Birkat Hamazon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reasoning behind this "praying after meals" makes  alot of sense. Listen to the words of Dueteronomy 8...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"10 &lt;strong&gt;When you have eaten and are satisfied, praise the LORD your God&lt;/strong&gt; for the good land he has given you. 11 &lt;strong&gt;Be careful that you do not forget the LORD your God&lt;/strong&gt;, failing to observe his commands, his laws and his decrees that I am giving you this day. 12 Otherwise, when you eat and are satisfied, when you build fine houses and settle down, 13 and when your herds and flocks grow large and your silver and gold increase and all you have is multiplied, 14 then &lt;strong&gt;your heart will become proud and you will forget the LORD your God&lt;/strong&gt;, who brought you out of Egypt, out of the land of slavery."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes truth needs to smack you right between the eyes for you to notice.&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to pray for God to fill my stomach...but then I don't praise him when I am full.&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to ask God for help in difficult times...but it's also easy to forget to thank Him when He answers.&lt;br /&gt;Last week I posted about Jesus praying after huge events and helping lots of people. I think God wants us to pray after small things (like eating meals) too.&lt;br /&gt;Do not forget the LORD your God. Praise Him for all He has done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-7889303383923051653?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/7889303383923051653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=7889303383923051653' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/7889303383923051653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/7889303383923051653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/04/textual-tuesday_20.html' title='Textual Tuesday'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-2228239400915422721</id><published>2009-04-17T20:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T20:53:23.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Friday</title><content type='html'>*&lt;em&gt;Family Fridays contain stories and tips on raising healthy, godly families&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the mall playground, children were leaping from obstacle to obstacle. Their excitement was evident by the shrill squeals that bounced back from the white walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our son, Fischer, was already out of the game. He and another boy had collided at full speed. The other boy's head was fine, but Fischer's eye was not so fortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I comforted Fischer, I watched two other boys playing together. Boy #1 jumped onto a playground obstacle and was joined a few seconds later by Boy #2. Boy #1 didn't like this and shoved Boy #2 off with a snarl. He proceeded to jump down and chase the second boy, swinging and kicking at him. Luckily, Boy #2 treated it like a game and was able to evade his aggressor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I was thinking, "Where in the world are his parents?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a maxim that all parents should learn from this episode:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inaction is just as powerful a teacher as action.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If parents do NOT correct their children, they are, in essence, teaching their children that said action is acceptable. When disciplining children, silence usually means, "Go ahead and do it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents continue to get weaker and weaker in the battle with their children. It boggles my mind how many people "let things go" that their children are doing...especially when it comes to common sense and courtesy. How can you let your child swing at other children? Or push them down to reclaim a toy? Or mouth off to another adult?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I'll get off my soapbox now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But please remember that inaction speaks to your children just as loudly as action.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-2228239400915422721?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/2228239400915422721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=2228239400915422721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/2228239400915422721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/2228239400915422721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/04/family-fridays-contain-stories-and-tips.html' title='Family Friday'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-8762627665769300527</id><published>2009-04-17T10:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T10:11:12.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday (on Friday!)</title><content type='html'>(Sorry I'm a day late!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mop moves back and forth across the gleaming floor. He takes the last few swipes, disposes of the mop, proceeds to the next room and plugs in the vacuum cleaner. There is trash to be taken out, things to be picked up. There are toilets to be cleaned and cobwebs to be removed. There are desks that need dusting and odor removers that need replacing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for janitors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people work long and hard to keep our facilities nice, and often with little pay. They take on the job that not many others want.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, janitors, for your work! We don't always say it, but we appreciate you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-8762627665769300527?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/8762627665769300527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=8762627665769300527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/8762627665769300527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/8762627665769300527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/04/thankful-thursday-on-friday.html' title='Thankful Thursday (on Friday!)'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-2145127727384106532</id><published>2009-04-14T10:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T10:29:38.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Textual Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"41Taking the five loaves and the two fish and looking up to heaven, he gave thanks and broke the loaves. Then he gave them to his disciples to set before the people. He also divided the two fish among them all. 42They all ate and were satisfied, 43and the disciples picked up twelve basketfuls of broken pieces of bread and fish. 44The number of the men who had eaten was five thousand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45Immediately Jesus made his disciples get into the boat and go on ahead of him to Bethsaida, while he dismissed the crowd. 46After leaving them, he went up on a mountainside to pray." (Mark 6:41-46)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did you see it? Let me print it again and try to make a word pop out at you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"After&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; leaving them, he went up on a mountainside to pray."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We seem to have nailed the idea of praying BEFORE an important event:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Labwork that may reveal cancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The event you've been planning for a year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Where I seem to fail in following the example of Jesus is praying AFTER...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...the marriage begins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...my event went off without a hitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...I bombed my test (or aced it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...the lab test comes back positive (or negative!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When a life event is over, we either (1) congratulate ourself or (2) tell ourself to learn from it and move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Perhaps we should lean on God AFTER an event as well! It seems awfully selfish to ask God for help before-hand and then take the credit afterward! And yet, I've been guilty of this SO many times in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So next time, take a page from the life of Jesus: Pray before AND after that important happening in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-2145127727384106532?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/2145127727384106532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=2145127727384106532' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/2145127727384106532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/2145127727384106532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/04/textual-tuesday.html' title='Textual Tuesday'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-5250981949188866302</id><published>2009-04-14T00:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T00:19:39.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing It Up</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know I've changed my blog 5 billion times already this year...&lt;br /&gt;However, I seem to have entered a rut, and want to challenge myself. So, starting now I want to give people more than just my family stories (although I am still free to post them!)&lt;br /&gt;Here is what you will be seeing at this website in it's new test phase:&lt;br /&gt;Textual Tuesdays (sometimes the Bible, sometimes another text!)&lt;br /&gt;Thankful Thursdays&lt;br /&gt;Family Fridays (Hints and tips for families to excel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-5250981949188866302?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/5250981949188866302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=5250981949188866302' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/5250981949188866302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/5250981949188866302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/04/changing-it-up.html' title='Changing It Up'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-7237909964872686199</id><published>2009-04-08T22:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:53:48.027-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crusades</title><content type='html'>"&lt;em&gt;All pilgrims will receive complete absolution for all sins committed while on crusade, and should death befall anyone who takes the cross, his soul is assured swift admission into paradise&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could a people be so duped into believing such things? How could a church allow their priesthood to have so much power as to claim that they can absolve sins? Didn't Jesus himself say "Who can forgive sins but God alone?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting to read about the Crusades. Even though the book is just a fictional story based on history. ("The Iron Lance" by Stephen Lawhead.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another interesting quote:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;'The blood of the enemy will be a rich sacrifice for God and His holy church,' the captain of the guard replied&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blood of the enemy? What about, "serving our enemy will be a rich sacrifice for God?!" Killing our enemies sounds nothing like Christ.&lt;br /&gt;Interesting to read about the darkest chapter of Christianity and get a glimpse into their belief system.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-7237909964872686199?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/7237909964872686199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=7237909964872686199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/7237909964872686199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/7237909964872686199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/04/crusades.html' title='Crusades'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-3921947845206496179</id><published>2009-04-07T20:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:05:37.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JCYRmozUKuM/SdwF_QPrpPI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ZRP8rfIWwWc/s1600-h/1001+Quotes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322135443895723250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JCYRmozUKuM/SdwF_QPrpPI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ZRP8rfIWwWc/s320/1001+Quotes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought this book as tool to help me in forming classes and sermons, but I've found myself just reading it and enjoying it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want a book with some good, wise, thought-provoking quotes, go grab this book!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some samples:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;em&gt;If Christ is risen, nothing else matters. And if Christ is not risen - nothing else matters."&lt;/em&gt; - Jaroslav Pelikan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"To keep your marriage brimming,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;With love in the loving cup,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whenever you're wrong admit it,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whenever you're right, shut up."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ogden Nash (My wife cheered when I read this to her.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I must not think it strange if God takes in youth those whom I would have kept on earth until they were older. God is peopling eternity, and I must not restrict him to old men and women&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Jim Elliot (martyred at age 29 in South America.) (This quote really makes sense to me when thinking about my teenage friend Sam Thomsen who died in a tornado last year. God just wanted him in heaven!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-3921947845206496179?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/3921947845206496179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=3921947845206496179' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/3921947845206496179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/3921947845206496179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/04/quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JCYRmozUKuM/SdwF_QPrpPI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ZRP8rfIWwWc/s72-c/1001+Quotes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-8849683313864694438</id><published>2009-04-01T23:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T23:59:23.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiling at God</title><content type='html'>I wonder if God feels like parents do?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, God is "our Father," right?&lt;br /&gt;Do my experiences give me a glimpse of what God might feel for His children? Let me give some examples...&lt;br /&gt;When my children come to me with their problems, &lt;em&gt;I am honored&lt;/em&gt;. It's not a power trip. No, I would love for my kids to be able to handle their own problems. But, since I love them so much, I WANT to help them!&lt;br /&gt;When my children smile at me, my heart just melts. I'll do anything I can just to see a grin! But here's the best part: &lt;em&gt;when I manage to make them smile through tears&lt;/em&gt;. It's those times when my children understand that Daddy loves them, &lt;em&gt;even when life is rough&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you smiled at God lately?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-8849683313864694438?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/8849683313864694438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=8849683313864694438' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/8849683313864694438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/8849683313864694438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/04/smiling-at-god.html' title='Smiling at God'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-7866096645323532290</id><published>2009-03-31T21:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:04:31.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tulsa Workshop</title><content type='html'>Ah, good times were had by all in Oklahoma this year. It's always a joy to go to Tulsa. One, my family is in OK. I also enjoy seeing my spiritual family and being inspired by the lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Some highlights from this year in Tulsa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;While at Braum's (restaurant) Fischer spied a man wearing an eyepatch. He squealed, "Dad, that man looks like a pirate!" As we passed the man on the way to the bathroom, Fischer opened his mouth to make the announcement a second time. I quickly clapped my hand over his mouth. The pirate smiled.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;From Rick Atchley's class on Identity: "&lt;em&gt;If you take Christianity out of your life, what would you have left? Would your life look pretty much the same, except for cussing a little more and not having anything to do on Sundays? If your life would look the same, then you don't have Christ. What you have is a hobby&lt;/em&gt;." &lt;strong&gt;Wow! &lt;/strong&gt;Preach it, Rick!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Weather: On the way in - dry as a bone; saw fires burning in nearby towns. Then, cold and wet. Saturday - SNOWED ALL DAY LONG. No comment...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In our hotel room, we had two queen-size beds. Fischer was being hyper, doing "boy things." As he jumped on one bed, he looked at the other one and a light bulb went off. He gathered his courage and made the 3 and 1/2 foot jump from one bed to the other, and stuck the landing! While Tracy scolded him, I silently said to her, "That was AWESOME!" I would NEVER have done that as a 3-year old! We have a little daredevil!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-7866096645323532290?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/7866096645323532290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=7866096645323532290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/7866096645323532290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/7866096645323532290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/03/tulsa-workshop.html' title='Tulsa Workshop'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-6731406548134631166</id><published>2009-03-17T20:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T20:06:06.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Cool Prayer</title><content type='html'>Found another jewel of a prayer in my son's book of first prayers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day by day, dear Lord, of Thee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Three things I pray:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To see Thee more clearly,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To love Thee more dearly,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To follow Thee more nearly,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day by day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-St. Richard of Chichester (1197-1253)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-6731406548134631166?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/6731406548134631166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=6731406548134631166' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/6731406548134631166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/6731406548134631166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-cool-prayer.html' title='Another Cool Prayer'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-2381490757722873252</id><published>2009-03-16T22:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T23:09:06.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Years</title><content type='html'>Who says your 7 year anniversary has to be boring?&lt;br /&gt;My lovely bride will be posting pictures and and commentary sometime soon. Check out her blog &lt;a href="http://fischerbowl.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But our date was fun, too. One restaurant for a delicious meal, and then off to another for dessert. We finished off the night at Family Fun Center, playing video games and earning enough tickets to buy several little trinkets to bring home for Fischer!&lt;br /&gt;I love the fact that Tracy still loves to have fun. And I love it that we don't have to do fancy things to have a good time. That's part of her secret to being a good mother, too...she is inventive, creative, and adventurous.&lt;br /&gt;Psychologists have used the phrase "seven year itch" to describe declining interest in a marriage after seven years or so.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing for which I "itch" is to spend the rest of my life with this beautiful, spunky gal that I call my wife! She is amazing, loving, sometimes overanxious, thoughtful, funny, incredibly maternal, friendly, and fun to be around. Not to mention that she has put up with ME (and being a youth minister's WIFE) for seven years now!!&lt;br /&gt;Happy anniversary, Tracy. I love you, and I love everything about you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-2381490757722873252?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/2381490757722873252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=2381490757722873252' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/2381490757722873252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/2381490757722873252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/03/seven-years.html' title='Seven Years'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-7133561750126733999</id><published>2009-03-13T23:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T23:52:52.268-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Winds of Change</title><content type='html'>At the insistence of a few nameless critics, I have decided to change my blog design once again. Yes, for a fleeting moment, the "Myriad of Mustaches" design was funny and seemed to capture youth ministry in a nutshell.&lt;br /&gt;I agree, though, that it was hard to read and somewhat impractical for a web page.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy the new layout...until I decide to change it again!&lt;br /&gt;BUT I CHOOSE TO HONOR THE LAST DESIGN BY CONTINUING TO GROW MY FACIAL HAIR. IT IS MY HONOR AS A YOUTH MINISTER! (Kind of like Samson!)&lt;br /&gt;God bless you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-7133561750126733999?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/7133561750126733999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=7133561750126733999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/7133561750126733999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/7133561750126733999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/03/winds-of-change.html' title='The Winds of Change'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-6092078561533782326</id><published>2009-03-10T21:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:25:27.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ancient Wisdom</title><content type='html'>I love the sound of Latin. I found this little nugget of ancient wisdom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Animadvertistine, ubicumque stes, fumum recta in faciem ferri?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation: "&lt;strong&gt;Ever noticed how, wherever you stand, the smoke goes right into your face?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-6092078561533782326?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/6092078561533782326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=6092078561533782326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/6092078561533782326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/6092078561533782326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/03/ancient-wisdom.html' title='Ancient Wisdom'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-6904404684163977937</id><published>2009-03-04T14:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T15:01:04.792-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Ministers and Facial Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yes, you may have noticed the odd background I have chosen for my blog. However, as I think of most youth ministers I know, a background with different facial hair is entirely appropriate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have been asked many times, "Do ALL youth ministers have facial hair?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And here are my answers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1. "Yes, that way the parents can tell us apart from the teenagers!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2. "Yes, because that's what Jesus would do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3. "Yes, it's what sets us apart from 'other' ministers!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;4. "No, some youth ministers have back hair, nose hair, and shoulder hair, but no facial hair!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;5. "We're youth ministers. We don't have TIME to shave!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;6. "Yes, if God blesses you with wonderful facial hair follicles, you ought to put them to good use!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-6904404684163977937?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/6904404684163977937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=6904404684163977937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/6904404684163977937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/6904404684163977937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/03/youth-ministers-and-facial-hair.html' title='Youth Ministers and Facial Hair'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-1684190515259130465</id><published>2009-02-27T20:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T20:23:00.341-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Memories...</title><content type='html'>"Dad, you don't trust me." - said by my 3-year old, about 13 years too early! I guess that is a hazard of having a young child and being minister to teenagers.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wise-cracking Southwest flight attendant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Southwest IS a non-smoking flight. It is also non-complaining and non-whining flight. If you do feel the need to smoke, please feel free to step out on the wing and puff away. Please do not tamper with the smoke detector in the lavatory. Any damage will earn you a $2,000 fine. If you are willing to pay that kind of money to smoke one cigarette, you should be flying Delta right now!&lt;br /&gt;If the oxygen masks drop down, and you have children, please put the mask on yourself before assisting your husband.&lt;br /&gt;If you have any complaints, please take out a twenty dollar bill (nothing smaller.) Write down your complaint and hand it to me as I walk by. Enjoy your flight!"&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tied my father-in-law playing golf the other day. I'll get you one of these days, Steve!&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is all back home with me now. It is cold outside, but the house is warm once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-1684190515259130465?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/1684190515259130465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=1684190515259130465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/1684190515259130465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/1684190515259130465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/02/vacation-memories.html' title='Vacation Memories...'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-113576186841737212</id><published>2009-02-22T20:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T21:18:46.449-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='affirmation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Walk In Their Shoes</title><content type='html'>The man stood in front of us, shaken by heart-wrenching memories of growing up as an orphan. He recounted family after family that had taken him in, only to get rid of him after a short time. He stared down the teenagers in the audience and held their gaze.&lt;br /&gt;"Let me tell you something. I would have given ANYTHING to have parents that always 'got into my business.' All the people I stayed with didn't give a FLIP about me, or my friends, or anything I was doing. So, when you're parents ask you all those annoying questions, just remember, they're asking because they care!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember being in the audience watching this man, convicted of how blessed I was to have parents that cared.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I passed along the following advice to our teens and their families (based on the above story):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If your parents ask questions, it's because they care.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Feel free to grill your parents about what they are doing, who they're hanging out with, and what time they will be back! (They should be open and honest, too!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If something is "not anybody's business," then it's probably not &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; business.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As you get to know each other, do activities together that let every family member be a HERO. (Don't just do activities where Dad or Son are good at something, but let everyone excel!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jesus is our ultimate example of "walking in someone else's shoes." We should seek to know our families the way he sought (and seeks) to know us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope you appreciate your family, and seek to "walk in their shoes." Get to know them. Appreciate their different-ness. Ask lots of questions! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-113576186841737212?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/113576186841737212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=113576186841737212' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/113576186841737212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/113576186841737212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/02/walk-in-their-shoes.html' title='Walk In Their Shoes'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-24892954309916641</id><published>2009-02-18T22:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T23:00:06.225-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Youth Group In Omaha</title><content type='html'>My statcounter showed that someone recently came to this website seeking "the BEST youth group in Omaha."&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm here to tell ya, that title fits the Southwest Church of Christ youth group!&lt;br /&gt;I love our youth group so much! God has done amazing things in the past year and will continue to do so:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our teens LOVE meeting new teens&lt;/strong&gt;. One of their favorite activities is when we "kidnap" visitors and new members to our church. We take them somewhere special and have a great time getting to know them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our teens are VERY connected&lt;/strong&gt;. At first, I didn't notice. Only recently I discovered that they text, email, and call each other way more than I had assumed. They know what's going on in each others' lives!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our teens are growing into the likeness of Christ&lt;/strong&gt;. More and more, I receive deep, spiritual questions. Students want Bible studies, and they want to learn about baptism. Service among the homeless brought us some unforgettable experiences.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And, our teens are FUN!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-24892954309916641?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/24892954309916641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=24892954309916641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/24892954309916641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/24892954309916641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/02/best-youth-group-in-omaha.html' title='The Best Youth Group In Omaha'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-3698028397379634991</id><published>2009-02-17T22:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T23:10:25.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blessings: Omaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JCYRmozUKuM/SZuXpr7gHZI/AAAAAAAAAHI/XxcMLw0fnsI/s1600-h/omaha-ne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JCYRmozUKuM/SZuXpr7gHZI/AAAAAAAAAHI/XxcMLw0fnsI/s320/omaha-ne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303999728581614994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omaha is a beautiful place that I am coming to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a city, it has good jobs, plenty of activities (many golf courses!) , excellent schools, great healthcare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I have to go on a tangent here. Our pediatrician, Dr. Severson, is the most amazing doctor I have ever met. When Garrison was in the hospital with a collapsed lung, Dr. Severson came to see him every day, even though Garrison's case was being handled by the hospital's pediatrician! He was SO helpful, explaining medical terms and procedures to Tracy and I in ways that we could understand. Dr. Severson, you are truly a caring doctor, and give me faith in the medical community!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omaha is a caring community. There are at least two homeless shelters that I know of, and many agencies that distribute food, give jobs, and care for the elderly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people of Omaha will surprise you. They have a constant positive attitude. They believe their Huskers will win EVERY game no matter how badly they have played previously! They love their city and take pride in it...and it shows. Personal property is well-manicured. Trees and flowers abound in neighborhoods. People love to get out when it's warm (and sometimes when it's cold!) and walk the series of trails flowing throughout the city. Oh, and I MUST mention that our road crews do a FANTASTIC job of removing snow (one of our church members is on this crew, tirelessly driving the streets at all hours of day and night!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the fact that Omaha is a "little" big city. Plenty to do, but not so big that you will get lost among throngs of people. I am blessed to live in this great city!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-3698028397379634991?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/3698028397379634991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=3698028397379634991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/3698028397379634991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/3698028397379634991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-blessings-omaha.html' title='My Blessings: Omaha'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JCYRmozUKuM/SZuXpr7gHZI/AAAAAAAAAHI/XxcMLw0fnsI/s72-c/omaha-ne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-8146444183092635000</id><published>2009-02-14T21:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T21:41:46.457-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blessings: Part 1</title><content type='html'>In view of my last post, the next few entries are going to be positive! There are SO many things in my life that are positive, and I am blessed to be a part of them.&lt;br /&gt;Since it's Valentine's Day, I'm going to start by bragging on my beautiful wife.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know, Tracy has a crazy side. Oh sure, it's been dulled a little by motherhood, but it's still there! And those moments when she gets "that mischievous look" in her eye, and announces our next adventure...it's fun.&lt;br /&gt;This might sound funny, but I love Tracy because she fights well. My tendency is to clam up when there is tension, but she doesn't allow that! As a result, we actually talk about our disagreements, and I have found that they don't last very long because we talk.&lt;br /&gt;Tracy has a tendency towards realism, also. She doesn't much like sci-fi and fantasy like I do. But this means that instead of daydreaming and planning all the time (like me), she pushes me to action and practicality.&lt;br /&gt;Another reason I love her is her big heart. She is always dreaming up ways to help people. A few years ago, she came up with the idea to take flowers and chocolate to all the widows of our church on Valentine's Day. That day became one of my most cherished memories.&lt;br /&gt;Tracy is a good mother and a constant companion. She is so gentle and patient with our baby boy. I love the fact that she calls me just to say 'hi.'&lt;br /&gt;She also has the ability to get tan overnight. (I threw that in since she's in Florida getting darker as we speak!)&lt;br /&gt;I love you, babe. I always will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-8146444183092635000?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/8146444183092635000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=8146444183092635000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/8146444183092635000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/8146444183092635000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-blessings-part-1.html' title='My Blessings: Part 1'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-1308543810602449457</id><published>2009-02-13T00:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T00:31:46.665-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Venting Time...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I get frustrated with all the talk I hear that bashes churches, and sometimes religion as a whole. (By the way, these comments come from a general discontent and not in response to any one blog or conversation.)&lt;br /&gt;These folks believe that religion has failed because it has abused its power. Therefore, it is a failed system.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps my reasoning is faulty, but shouldn't those people carry that thought into other parts of their lives as well?&lt;br /&gt;If religion has failed because it has abused others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;then "marriage" doesn't work either.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the place you work has failed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then "families" are a failed system.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;any type of government should be avoided.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the use of money should be stopped.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you should pull your kids out of public schools.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then relationships are a failed system.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;My point is this: If you rail against religion (and avoid it at all costs) because it has abused others, then shouldn't you avoid all other failed systems? Be consistent!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think you will run into a problem. NO system is perfect. NO system is foolproof. Why? Because flawed people get into them and make a mess. Yes, even individuals are a flawed system.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We (including me) like to complain. Instead of owning up to a problem of our own, we look for flaws in something or someone else. It's so easy to spot the evil in someone else and be a critic. Instead of looking at flaws, why don't we examine what's RIGHT about something and build off of that? Why don't we ENCOURAGE one another to make all of life's "systems" better?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Otherwise, we'll end up lonely and bitter, because nothing will ever "work." Everything will fail. And it will be everyone else's fault.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-1308543810602449457?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/1308543810602449457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=1308543810602449457' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/1308543810602449457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/1308543810602449457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/02/venting-time.html' title='Venting Time...'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-593165640575303791</id><published>2009-02-01T22:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T23:06:41.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Rewrite</title><content type='html'>Aunt Shelly commented on the last blog entry that she liked this prayer, but would like it to be updated. While I sometimes enjoy the sound of "ye olde language," I think that making spiritual things understandable and useful is important. Following is my humble attempt to write the covenant prayer in more contemporary language:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am no longer my own, but Yours.&lt;br /&gt;Let me do Your will instead of mine, and choose the people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Put me to work, I'll suffer for You if needed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let Your will be done through me, or in spite of me.&lt;br /&gt;Let me be famous for You or a nobody for You.&lt;br /&gt;Let me be full, let me be empty.&lt;br /&gt;Let me have everything, let me have nothing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I freely and heartily surrender all things for Your use and control.&lt;br /&gt;And now, O holy and awesome God: Father, Son and Holy Spirit,&lt;br /&gt;You are mine, and I am Yours.&lt;br /&gt;So be it.&lt;br /&gt;And this promise which I have made on earth,&lt;br /&gt;Let it be approved by heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try praying this every day. It's HARD! There are times I do it out of repetition, but other times when I slow down and pay attention to the words. It's at those times when I realize that I cannot say these words with utmost sincerity, and I pray extra hard for God to give me the faith to utter this special prayer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-593165640575303791?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/593165640575303791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=593165640575303791' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/593165640575303791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/593165640575303791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/02/prayer-rewrite.html' title='Prayer Rewrite'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-4312810541533141267</id><published>2009-01-27T22:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:06:53.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Dare You</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I have a dare for you. It's one of those that you might jump at, but later realize that you have bitten off more than you can chew.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dare you to say the following prayer. First read it and absorb it. Read each line carefully, then read the questions that follow, and then pray it on your own.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am no longer my own, but thine.&lt;br /&gt;Put me to what thou wilt, rank me with whom thou wilt.&lt;br /&gt;Put me to doing, put me to suffering.&lt;br /&gt;Let me be employed for thee or laid aside for thee,&lt;br /&gt;Exalted for thee or brought low for thee.&lt;br /&gt;Let me be full, let me be empty.&lt;br /&gt;Let me have all things, let me have nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I freely and heartily yield all things to thy pleasure and disposal.&lt;br /&gt;And now, O glorious and blessed God, Father, Son and Holy Spirit,&lt;br /&gt;Thou art mine, and I am thine.&lt;br /&gt;So be it.&lt;br /&gt;And the covenant which I have made on earth,&lt;br /&gt;Let it be ratified in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Amen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Which of these lines is the most difficult for you to pray? Why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;FYI, the origins of this prayer are unknown, but John Wesley was the first to publish it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am going to lay off posting (maybe a week or so) until I have memorized this prayer and the prayer from the last post.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dare you to memorize them, and pray them every day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-4312810541533141267?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/4312810541533141267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=4312810541533141267' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/4312810541533141267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/4312810541533141267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-dare-you.html' title='I Dare You'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-8052767653273910511</id><published>2009-01-25T21:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T21:38:31.082-06:00</updated><title type='text'>God Is Good, God Is Great</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JCYRmozUKuM/SX0wFX4WfJI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Ss6Ywih4Hls/s1600-h/First+Prayers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295441605725420690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JCYRmozUKuM/SX0wFX4WfJI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Ss6Ywih4Hls/s320/First+Prayers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;em&gt;God is good. God is great. Let us thank Him for this food. Amen&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you remember when you were first taught to pray? Do you remember your first prayer said at the dinner table?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How about this one? It gets my father-in-law in trouble when he says it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Biggest pig gets the most!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tracy and I couldn't resist buying this book we saw at Barnes and Noble. It's called "First Prayers." We bought it for Fischer, but I think I am going to enjoy it more than he will!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a prayer found in the "Thank you for my food" section:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for the precious food&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I eat three times a day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some children eat just once a week&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;In countries far away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish that I could help them,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I don't know what to do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please, God, will you make sure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;That they have three meals, too?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow. Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-8052767653273910511?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/8052767653273910511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=8052767653273910511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/8052767653273910511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/8052767653273910511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/01/god-is-good-god-is-great.html' title='God Is Good, God Is Great'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JCYRmozUKuM/SX0wFX4WfJI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Ss6Ywih4Hls/s72-c/First+Prayers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-3570975727143218584</id><published>2009-01-23T21:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T21:10:57.238-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rowan Atkinson Invisible Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/oWiaeMvYuBc' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/oWiaeMvYuBc'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rowan Atkinson is one of my favorites. Who else could come up with this stuff?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-3570975727143218584?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/3570975727143218584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=3570975727143218584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/3570975727143218584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/3570975727143218584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/01/rowan-atkinson-invisible-man.html' title='Rowan Atkinson Invisible Man'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-6142496004319768679</id><published>2009-01-21T21:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T21:22:01.942-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabotaging God</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Give me your eyes for just one second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Give me your eyes so I can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Everything that I keep missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Give me your love for humanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Give me your arms for the broken hearted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ones that are far beyond my reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Give me your heart for the ones forgotten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Give me your eyes so I can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;From "Give Me Your Eyes" by Brandon Heath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard the song above while driving home this afternoon and found myself really identifying with its message. I got really excited about seeing others through God's eyes, seeing past their surface to their hurts.&lt;br /&gt;But it's one thing to get excited about lyrics, and another to live them.&lt;br /&gt;I can sing this song in my car on the way to work, and then lock myself away in my office the rest of the day. Somehow, when I pray that God opens my eyes to help others, but then cut myself off from humanity, it seems like I'm sabotaging God's answer to my prayer.&lt;br /&gt;Any other times you've sabotaged God's answers to prayer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"God, help me get well." (But I refuse to go to the doctor, exercise, etc.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"God, I need a job." (But I expect the perfect employer to call me without any effort on my part.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"God, heal my marriage." (As long as it doesn't take too much of my time.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-6142496004319768679?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/6142496004319768679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=6142496004319768679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/6142496004319768679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/6142496004319768679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/01/sabotaging-god.html' title='Sabotaging God'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-9222189049587554687</id><published>2009-01-19T21:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T21:25:32.354-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoopieeeeeeee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Phhhrrrrrrrrrrrtt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my son is now the proud owner of his first whoopie cushion! I found it for $1 at Wal-Mart and we've had hours of fun with it.&lt;br /&gt;I've already shown him how to slip it under a sofa cushion and invite a guest to sit down. I also demonstrated how to slip it under his arm, squeeze, and make the appropriate face to match the gassy sound.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...I'm so proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking...&lt;em&gt;and I refuse to grow up!!&lt;/em&gt; It's the little things that bring joy in life...especially the little, high pitched, gassy noises!&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a good laugh today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-9222189049587554687?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/9222189049587554687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=9222189049587554687' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/9222189049587554687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/9222189049587554687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/01/whoopieeeeeeee.html' title='Whoopieeeeeeee!'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-2570299008204872555</id><published>2009-01-15T22:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T23:49:38.064-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><title type='text'>Dependent on God: Part 2</title><content type='html'>So, are we dependent on God? Do we need to pray? Or are we self-sufficient to the point where we no longer need Him?&lt;br /&gt;Let me try to outline two answers that I've been contemplating.&lt;br /&gt;The first answer is somewhat simplistic: YES, I am dependent on God! On the surface, it seems that I don't need God, and I can do things myself. And yet, when you think about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Instead of asking God for a raise, I could just work harder. But God gave me the smarts to do my job, and He invented jobs!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Instead of asking God to heal my child, I could just call the doctor. But who created that doctor?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Instead of praying for rain, I could dig an irrigation canal. But God created the river or lake that I'm tapping into.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;We don't think we need God, and yet EVERY breath is a gift from Him! Every muscle movement, gravity, the way light enters our retinas, heart rate, sense of balance, the way our fingers can manipulate tiny or large objects...how long could this list go on?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As my friend Jim often prays, "God, I can't take ONE STEP without You."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, my second answer is a little more difficult to grasp. I am still dealing with it myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Asking" prayers are the prayers of an immature relationship with God. Don't get me wrong, I think God WANTS us to feel free to ask Him for things or help. But if this is all we pray for, something doesn't quite seem right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we are children, our conversations with our parents are "asking" conversations. My 3-year old and I don't have deep conversations about the world yet (even though he is incredibly intelligent!) Most of the time, he is asking for juice, or a sucker, or a toy, or to have a book read to him, or for a game...you get the idea. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As we grow older, we are able to speak with our parents about more subjects. We are learning more about our world and ourselves. We can communicate better. We start to become self-sufficient. Sometimes we even think we don't need our parents. (Sound familiar yet?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we get still older, our relationship with our parents changes. We become more interested in their lives. We call them more often. We check in on them, just to see how they are doing. We mention that we love them more. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And why this change? Because, I believe, as we grow older we realize the world does not revolve around us. We think less of ourselves (hopefully) and think more of others. We give up our ideas of wealth and popularity and greatness and being god and start to see how truly small we are in a great big world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While I have an adult relationship with my parents, I am still a child in my relationship to God. &lt;em&gt;Most of my prayers default to "asking" prayers&lt;/em&gt;. The next step, I'm told, is "thanking" prayers, or recognizing God for who He is. And even further down the prayer road is the prayer where all you want is to spend time with your Heavenly Father.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In my previous blog, I listed the Lord's Prayer. In it, Jesus only asks for one (physical) thing: His daily bread. Everything else is a recognition of who God is. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Read Paul's prayers. Very rarely does he pray for physical things. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I keep asking that the God of our Lord Jesus Christ, the glorious Father, &lt;em&gt;may give you the Spirit of wisdom and revelation, so that you may know him better&lt;/em&gt;. I pray also that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened in order that you may know the hope to which he has called you, the riches of his glorious inheritance in the saints... (Eph. 1:17-18)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For this reason I kneel before the Father, from whom his whole family in heaven and on earth derives its name. I pray that out of his glorious riches &lt;em&gt;he may strengthen you with power through his Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith&lt;/em&gt;. And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, &lt;em&gt;may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.&lt;/em&gt; (Eph. 3:14-19)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pray also for me, that whenever I open my mouth, &lt;em&gt;words may be given me&lt;/em&gt; so that I will fearlessly make known the mystery of the gospel (Eph. 6:19)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I thank my God every time I remember you. In all my prayers for all of you, I always pray with joy because of your partnership in the gospel from the first day until now, being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus. (Philip. 1:3-6)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I may never be a spiritual giant, and I think God is OK with that. But I aspire to have a more mature relationship with Him...one where I talk to Him more often, tell Him what's happening in my life, listen to Him, and just enjoy being with Him. And even though I am self-sufficient in many ways, I aspire to reach the point where I realize that every minute of my life is due to God's amazing grace.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-2570299008204872555?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/2570299008204872555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=2570299008204872555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/2570299008204872555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/2570299008204872555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/01/dependent-on-god-part-2.html' title='Dependent on God: Part 2'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-985151146963231514</id><published>2009-01-12T23:09:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T23:46:01.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dependent on God?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JCYRmozUKuM/SWwqPZY26LI/AAAAAAAAAGo/3Uvhmij4wO0/s1600-h/Prayer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JCYRmozUKuM/SWwqPZY26LI/AAAAAAAAAGo/3Uvhmij4wO0/s320/Prayer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290650106255042738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a prayer heard around the world. It's a prayer that Jesus taught His followers to pray: The Lord's Prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Our Father in Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hallowed be your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Your kingdom come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Give us today our daily bread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Forgive us our debts as we forgive our debtors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from the evil one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a prayer of dependence on God. It asks many things of Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philip Yancey shares some good thoughts in his book: Prayer (Does It Make Any Difference?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In former days farmers lifted their heads and appealed to brazen heavens for an end to drought. Now we study low-pressure fronts, dig irrigation canals, and seed clouds with metallic particles. In former days, when a child fell ill the parents cried out to God; now they call for an ambulance or phone the doctor.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prosperity may dilute prayer, too. The wealthy rely on talent and resources to solve immediate problems... We can hardly pray with sincerity, 'Give us this day our daily bread' when the pantry is stocked with a month's supply of provisions&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we really need God any more? Can we pray "The Lord's Prayer" with integrity? Why wait on God when we can just do it ourselves? Are we dependent on Him still?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answers in a few days. For now, I'd love to hear from you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-985151146963231514?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/985151146963231514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=985151146963231514' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/985151146963231514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/985151146963231514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/01/dependent-on-god.html' title='Dependent on God?'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JCYRmozUKuM/SWwqPZY26LI/AAAAAAAAAGo/3Uvhmij4wO0/s72-c/Prayer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-7854907371035858632</id><published>2009-01-10T22:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T22:44:32.379-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brings Out the Best</title><content type='html'>I get encouraged and challenged each year when I attend the National Conference on Youth Ministries. This year was no different.&lt;br /&gt;I love it when I am challenged, and then God reinforces that challenge in my own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight as I was getting Fischer ready for bed, I noticed a can on top of the fridge as I poured him a drink. Apparently, my wife got a can from church that supports a good cause. Nebraska Christian Services operates out of our church offices and assists in adoptions and assisting struggling mothers. As I reached for the can, an idea came to me.&lt;br /&gt;You see, earlier today Fischer found some money in a drawer (you know, the ole "junk" drawer!) and asked for some to put into his piggy bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder what he'll do if I solicit some money?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I explained to him that we should put money into this can, because it would help a child to find a mommy and a daddy.&lt;br /&gt;He listened intently and stared at the can as I explained that not all children have a mommy and daddy like he does.&lt;br /&gt;When I finished, his eyes lit up. &lt;em&gt;"Daddy, let's put some money in there!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He opened up the family junk drawer and showed me the change. (OK, so he didn't offer his own money, but I think this was a good step for him.)&lt;br /&gt;As we put change in the can, I realized that all Fischer needed was an opportunity and a challenge to do good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in our youth groups (and in our lives) we just expect kids to "get by." Get good grades, obey the rules, show up for church. Maybe we don't provide enough challenges. Maybe it's like the kid who goes to school, but is bored to death because it's not challenging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provide challenges. Provide opportunities. Bring out the best in your children by giving them a shot at doing good things...even if it means doing good things that you are not used to doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-7854907371035858632?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/7854907371035858632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=7854907371035858632' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/7854907371035858632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/7854907371035858632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/01/brings-out-best.html' title='Brings Out the Best'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-1447697434372873736</id><published>2009-01-03T21:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T21:13:13.089-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Monks Share Wardrobe With the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/TqHSIiAXdSU' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/TqHSIiAXdSU'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm leaving for the National Conference on Youth Ministries tomorrow, and thought I'd leave you with my new favorite commercial.&lt;br /&gt;I laugh every time I see it. My favorite part is when they are around a fire and then at a football game!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-1447697434372873736?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/1447697434372873736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=1447697434372873736' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/1447697434372873736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/1447697434372873736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/01/monks-share-wardrobe-with-world.html' title='Monks Share Wardrobe With the World'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-3903687500444556866</id><published>2009-01-02T23:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T23:34:09.312-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell 2008</title><content type='html'>Albert Smith once said, "&lt;em&gt;Tears are the safety valve of the heart when too much pressure is laid upon it.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a year when I have cried more than 2008. Several things brought on the waterworks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst phone call of my life was the one back in June telling me that Sam Thomsen had died in a tornado. While my wife's emotions rolled down her cheeks, I sat on the bed in complete shock. The tears would come later. They still come every once in a while, like this morning as I browsed through old emails. I miss Sam. I miss his smile, and him poking me in the ribs. I lament the fact that I won't get to work with him on another sermon this year for LTC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was our ordeal with Garrison. Ten days in the NICU after he collapsed a lung. It's a disturbing thing to see machines keeping your newborn baby alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 also brought the most intense feelings of hatred/pity (and eventually compassion) for the members of the Westboro Baptist Church who picketed at Sam's funeral. After a time, I realized that hatred would do nothing more than continue &lt;em&gt;their&lt;/em&gt; legacy...instead of the legacy of love that Christ wants us to show the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other great events of 2008:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My first intern!&lt;/strong&gt; It really wasn't too painful...and Brent is a good sport! Now, I hope to continue and maybe even expand this internship stuff.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Running my first 5K&lt;/strong&gt;. It was a good feeling to run more than 2 miles (my previous record) and it helped that it was all for a good cause. I was trying to encourage teens to raise more money for the 30 Hour Famine (they did, we raised over $3,000!) and the proceeds from the race went to a local homeless shelter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Akastasia&lt;/strong&gt;. Our annual youth rally was incredible this year. It resulted in two baptisms and a lot of open talk. I am also grateful that several other teens decided to be baptized last year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seeing my 2nd son (Garrison Steven Samuel Wood) smile!&lt;/strong&gt; This kind of brings meaning and closure to all those tears. It reminds me that tears and pain and heartache won't be around forever. His smile teaches me that I can have joy in the midst of pain. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope that your 2008 was joyful and fulfilling, and I pray that 2009 is even better!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-3903687500444556866?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/3903687500444556866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=3903687500444556866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/3903687500444556866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/3903687500444556866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2009/01/farewell-2008.html' title='Farewell 2008'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-2440394983334174712</id><published>2008-12-30T20:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T21:01:55.577-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting History</title><content type='html'>Our word "ostracize" comes from an old Greek word "ostraka."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ancient Greece (500 to 415 BC) the people could vote for the removal of a person from their society. First, they would vote to ascertain whether they wanted an ostracism or not. Some years there were no ostracisms. Other years, people were ostracized for various reasons. Some were political, some were ostracized because they were potentially dangerous people, and others were ostracized because some people were just envious of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aristides ("the Just") was an Athenian soldier and statesman known for his honesty, his moral decisions, and his fair treatment of people. It was written of him, "there was not in all Athens a man so worthy or so just as he." In 482 BC, he found out that some were thinking of ostracizing him. He walked up to a complete stranger who was writing the name Aristides on a piece of broken pottery (an "ostraka" - this was their way of voting) and asked, "Who is this Aristides? What has he done that you would vote for his ostracism?"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;He has done no wrong&lt;/em&gt;," the man replied. "&lt;em&gt;I am just growing tired of hearing about all his good deeds and what a moral person he is&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a majority had voted (minimum 6,000 people) for someone to be ostracized, they had 10 days to leave the city. They could not return for 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt ostracized? Have you ever been envious of someone and ostracized them (perhaps without even thinking about it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you, History Channel, for the history of ostracism. They have a very interesting series called "The Seven Deadly Sins" right now that you should check out!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-2440394983334174712?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/2440394983334174712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=2440394983334174712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/2440394983334174712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/2440394983334174712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2008/12/interesting-history.html' title='Interesting History'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-6636696125614154777</id><published>2008-12-24T18:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T18:27:15.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas Story</title><content type='html'>I love the Christmas story...the REAL Christmas story, that is (although the movie isn't bad either!)&lt;br /&gt;The story of Christ's birth never gets old. I don't know what it is. Maybe it's the birth of a new baby, and how beautiful they are. Maybe it's the drama of Mary and Joseph's struggle.&lt;br /&gt;"No!" you say, "it's about the birth of the Savior of the world!"&lt;br /&gt;And you would be right.&lt;br /&gt;But that's part of what blows my mind about this story.&lt;br /&gt;It takes a LOT of humility to worship a BABY as your new king...especially when the baby's father has NO appearance of kingship! And yet, three wise men, some shepherds, and a couple of old people at the temple recognized this little child as King. The story of the Magi fascinates me. These were men of a whole other religion! And yet, they knew the prophecies, recognized the star, and trekked many miles to visit Christ at His birthplace.&lt;br /&gt;The other thing that's really interesting is what happened to the wise men. After they visited Jesus and his parents, they went another direction to get home. They had just had a nice visit with King Herod, and could have helped him "find the child to worship him." What made them listen to this dream where they were warned to avoid him?&lt;br /&gt;After we have met Jesus, our lives should go in a different direction. We are not the same, and cannot go back to the same life we had before.  The birth of Jesus brings us hope for a new life, much like a baby starts off with a clean slate. It gives us hope to have innocence again...to see life through the eyes of a child. It brings wonder.&lt;br /&gt;May you see the world with the wonder of a child this Christmas. And may you never be the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-6636696125614154777?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/6636696125614154777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=6636696125614154777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/6636696125614154777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/6636696125614154777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-story.html' title='The Christmas Story'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-1267356732029599508</id><published>2008-12-19T12:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T12:06:26.024-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode To Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/xpcUxwpOQ_A' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/xpcUxwpOQ_A'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some Christmas joy to hold you over for a while. I'm not sure "Ode to Joy" is a Christmas song, but it was in one of the best Christmas movies ever: Die Hard.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my sister for showing me this video.&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-1267356732029599508?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/1267356732029599508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=1267356732029599508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/1267356732029599508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/1267356732029599508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2008/12/ode-to-joy.html' title='Ode To Joy'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-493680707307961518</id><published>2008-12-18T20:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T21:03:49.543-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garrison'/><title type='text'>What if...?</title><content type='html'>"What if...?"&lt;br /&gt;If there can be such a thing, this is the best/worst question in the English language.&lt;br /&gt;"What if...?" can be asked to dream of possibilities. It can be used for the greater good.&lt;br /&gt;"What if...?" can also be an annoying question, if you are not ready for change.&lt;br /&gt;"What if...?" is not my favorite question tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently our little Garrison's breathing problems are still a concern. A sleep study the other night revealed that his breathing is shallow, and that he may have a problem where his larynx is soft, meaning a greater possibility of obstructing his airway.&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that they didn't find any obstruction. Also, he never stopped breathing during sleep (apnea.)&lt;br /&gt;However, we get to be scared once again as the doctor says, "Most kids just grow out of it, but there are no guarantees."&lt;br /&gt;And now we come back to our question: "What if...?"&lt;br /&gt;Now it's a frightening question...a question that brings fear and tears.&lt;br /&gt;So we'll watch and wait, and hope that the answer to "What if...?" is positive, and that in the end, it will be a fantastic God-story!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-493680707307961518?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/493680707307961518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=493680707307961518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/493680707307961518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/493680707307961518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-if.html' title='What if...?'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-2923384788513048362</id><published>2008-12-14T22:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T22:13:44.158-06:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Days of Carols: Day 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/1Z1mRFpeJPk' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/1Z1mRFpeJPk'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alas, we have come to the end of the list. Jim, I know you've been excited to find out my #1 pick, so here you go!&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome To Our World" is the most beautiful Christmas song I have ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;It starts by innocently welcoming Jesus, and then takes you to the realization of where His life will ultimately lead. &lt;br /&gt;The last verses are SO powerful for me:&lt;br /&gt;Fragile finger sent to heal us&lt;br /&gt;Tender brow prepared for thorn&lt;br /&gt;Tiny heart whose blood will save us&lt;br /&gt;Unto us is born&lt;br /&gt;Unto us is born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wrap our injured flesh around You&lt;br /&gt;Breathe our air and walk our sod&lt;br /&gt;Rob our sin and make us holy&lt;br /&gt;Perfect Son of God&lt;br /&gt;Perfect Son of God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome To Our World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-2923384788513048362?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/2923384788513048362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=2923384788513048362' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/2923384788513048362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/2923384788513048362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-carols-day-12.html' title='12 Days of Carols: Day 12'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-7498204207825963231</id><published>2008-12-13T21:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T22:11:30.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Days of Carols: Day 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JCYRmozUKuM/SUSHLgv7qPI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jci0BLmlm1s/s1600-h/Mary+and+Jesus.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279493295024351474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JCYRmozUKuM/SUSHLgv7qPI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jci0BLmlm1s/s320/Mary+and+Jesus.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almost done! My next-to-last favorite Christmas song is "Mary Did You Know?" It was written by comedian Mark Lowry, but the version we all know was sung by Kenny Rogers. Mary knew that her son was special. She had already spoken to an angel, who told her so! But, how special would He turn out to be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mary, did you know that your baby boy will one day walk on water?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mary, did you know that your baby boy will save our sons and daughters?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Did you know, that your baby boy has come to make you new?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;This child that you've delivered, will soon deliver you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mary, did you know that your baby boy will give sight to a blind man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mary, did you know your baby boy will calm a storm with his hand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Did you know, that your baby boy has walked where angels trod?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;When you kiss your little baby, &lt;em&gt;you've kissed the face of God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;The blind will see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;The deaf will hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;The dead will live again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;The lame will leap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;The dumb will speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;The praises of The Lamb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mary, did you know that your baby boy is Lord of all creation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mary, did you know that your baby boy will one day rule the nations?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Did you know, that your baby boy is heaven's perfect lamb?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;This sleeping child you're holding, is the &lt;em&gt;great I AM!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-7498204207825963231?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/7498204207825963231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=7498204207825963231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/7498204207825963231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/7498204207825963231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-carols-day-11.html' title='12 Days of Carols: Day 11'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JCYRmozUKuM/SUSHLgv7qPI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jci0BLmlm1s/s72-c/Mary+and+Jesus.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-12523829857599463</id><published>2008-12-12T23:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:21:26.009-06:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Days of Carols: Day 10</title><content type='html'>My #3 pick for favorite Christmas songs has got to be "Christmas Shoes." Although Bob Carlisle is not my favorite vocal performer, this song gets me every stinkin' time! It encourages us to keep our eyes and ears open to the plight of others...especially at such a joyous time of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was almost Christmas time, there I stood in another line&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tryin' to buy that last gift or two, &lt;em&gt;not really in the Christmas mood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Standing right in front of me was a little boy waiting anxiously&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pacing 'round like little boys do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And in his hands he held a pair of shoes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His clothes were worn and old, he was dirty from head to toe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And when it came his time to pay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I couldn't believe what I heard him say &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sir, I want to buy these shoes for my Mama, please&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's Christmas Eve and these shoes are just her size&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Could you hurry, sir, Daddy says there's not much time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You see she's been sick for quite a while&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I know these shoes would make her smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I want her to look beautiful &lt;em&gt;if Mama meets Jesus tonight&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He counted pennies for what seemed like years&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then the cashier said, "Son, there's not enough here"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He searched his pockets frantically&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then he turned and he looked at me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He said Mama made Christmas good at our house&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Though most years &lt;em&gt;she just did without&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell me Sir, what am I going to do,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somehow I've got to buy her these Christmas shoes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I laid the money down, &lt;em&gt;I just had to help him out&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll never forget the look on his face when he said&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mama's gonna look so great &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sir, I want to buy these shoes for my Mama, please&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's Christmas Eve and these shoes are just her size&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Could you hurry, sir, Daddy says there's not much time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You see she's been sick for quite a while&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I know these shoes would make her smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I want her to look beautiful &lt;em&gt;if Mama meets Jesus tonight&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bridge:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I knew I'd caught a glimpse of heaven's love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As he thanked me and ran out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I knew that God had sent that little boy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To remind me just what Christmas is all about&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sir, I want to buy these shoes for my Mama, please&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's Christmas Eve and these shoes are just her size&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Could you hurry, sir, Daddy says there's not much time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You see she's been sick for quite a while&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I know these shoes would make her smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I want her to look beautiful &lt;em&gt;if Mama meets Jesus tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-12523829857599463?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/12523829857599463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=12523829857599463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/12523829857599463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/12523829857599463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-carols-day-10.html' title='12 Days of Carols: Day 10'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-8408621600944657243</id><published>2008-12-11T22:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:52:55.891-06:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Days of Carols: Day 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/GQyXWllz5Ao' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/GQyXWllz5Ao'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Happy Birthday Jesus."&lt;br /&gt;This young lady's voice is quite possibly the most adorable thing I've ever heard. The song brings an awesome message as it reminds us of what we should really be celebrating.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11059473-8408621600944657243?l=youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/feeds/8408621600944657243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11059473&amp;postID=8408621600944657243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/8408621600944657243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11059473/posts/default/8408621600944657243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youthministryhilarity.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-carols-day-9.html' title='12 Days of Carols: Day 9'/><author><name>Franklin Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243783988114081394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6256/640/Franklin1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11059473.post-2913627315137242443</id><published>2008-12-10T21:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:20:31.479-06:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Days of Carols: Day 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JCYRmozUKuM/SUCUaSpk9FI/AAAAAAAAAGE/th7ZI81MCGo/s1600-h/Christmas+tree.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278381942681957458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JCYRmozUKuM/SUCUaSpk9FI/AAAAAAAAAGE/th7ZI81MCGo/s320/Christmas+tree.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For #5 on my list, I've got to mention "My Grown Up Christmas List." This song was made famous by Amy Grant in 1992. I've got to admit...it's a good list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you remember me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I sat upon your knee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wrote to you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With childhood fantasies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, I'm all grown up now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And still need help somehow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not a child&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But my heart still can dream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So here's my lifelong wish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My grown up christmas list&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not for myself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But for a world in need&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No more lives torn apart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That wars would never start&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And time would heal all hearts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And everyone would have a friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And right would always win&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And love would never end&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is my grown up christmas list&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As children we believed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The grandest sight to see&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was something lovely&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wrapped beneath our tree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well heaven surely knows&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That packages and bows&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can never heal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A hurting human soul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No more lives torn apart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That wars would never start&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And time would heal all hearts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And everyone would have a friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And right would always win&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And love would never end&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is my grown up christmas list&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is this illusion called the innocence of youth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe only in our blind belief can we ever find the truth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No more lives torn apart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That wars would never start&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And time would heal all hearts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And everyone would have a friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And right would always win&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And love would never end, oh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is my grown up christmas list&lt;br /&gt;This is my grown up christmas list&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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