<?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-4710618247088749367</id><updated>2011-09-19T09:44:50.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Minute</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Music Minute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996255587770202996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEREUowJJAE/SStxb5zXNYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RcQUX5nWgZY/S220/IMG_8555.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>110</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-2884108050185329154</id><published>2011-04-18T10:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T10:07:51.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Terry's blog has moved.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://tbaughman1.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://tbaughman1.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-2884108050185329154?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/2884108050185329154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=2884108050185329154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/2884108050185329154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/2884108050185329154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2011/04/terrys-blog-has-moved.html' title=''/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-7081018443923906949</id><published>2011-03-14T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T17:05:48.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of a Whisper</title><content type='html'>I know it has been a really long time since I lasted wrote on my blog.&amp;nbsp; I just felt like I needed some time off from writing to refocus on God.&amp;nbsp; I'm gonna let God lead my thoughts...&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whisper can be very powerful.&amp;nbsp; We whisper things when we want people to really listen closely.&amp;nbsp; I know that God has used the whisper to speak to me and I'm sure He was done the same for you. I’ve tried many times to listen for the whispers of God in my life and in my ministry. I didn’t do it well enough in the beginning, but as I learned to listen for God’s prompting, I must say, he hasn’t let me down yet. That isn’t to say that at times what he told me was easy. No, there have been many times when it was difficult to hear what God was prompting me to do. In the end, the rewards have far outweighed the tough times. And why not put my whole life in God’s hands? Why not trust him fully? “I challenge you to give him full clearance to lead your life, every area of your life, until the point that he proves himself untrustworthy.” Those were the words of a friend of mine who said that to me at a&amp;nbsp;point in my ministry when I was doubting things. God’s whispers can even come from people who are around you. And there will be times when a certain number of whispers that come our way will drive us to our knees and stretch our faith, but so be it. I enjoy hearing people’s stories of God’s whispers in their life. I love know that God is speaking and we, all of us, need to lean in and really listen.&amp;nbsp; He is talking...are we listening?&amp;nbsp; What is your whisper story?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-7081018443923906949?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/7081018443923906949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=7081018443923906949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/7081018443923906949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/7081018443923906949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2011/03/power-of-whisper.html' title='The Power of a Whisper'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-8556818350074604702</id><published>2011-01-02T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T17:11:13.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Longs for More</title><content type='html'>I've been told to read a book called "Crazy Love".&amp;nbsp; So I saw the book in a bookstore and opened it up to see what it was about.&amp;nbsp; This is what I read..."To just read the Bible, attend church, and avoid "big" sins- is this passionate, wholehearted love for God?"&amp;nbsp; Yeah, that’s the first quote that I got greeted with when I opened up the book, and it’s not even in the first chapter; it’s in the preface. I very rarely read a preface.&amp;nbsp; I didn’t think there was ever any good stuff in the preface! &lt;br /&gt;Well, what do you think? Is that all there is? I believe if we are truthful, most of us think that’s all there is to this walk OR, are you like me and feel as though something is wrong? How many of you have read the New Testament and wondered if sometimes we in the church are missing it? I hope I’m not the only one, then I will think I’m really crazy! I believe God longs for more from the church. I think many of us, if we were truthful with ourselves would admit that the church as an establishment could do a better job. There’s a whole generation out there that loves Jesus, but not the church. I get an awful feeling deep down in my stomach when I think of how we are missing out on all that God wants for the people God loved enough to die for. Do you? I don’t know about you but I agree that we need to stop giving people excuses not to believe in God! Another way of putting it is this- let’s be known for what we are for rather than what we are against. We just celebrated the birth of Jesus. He was born into this world to be a humble servant, but Jesus never begs us to give Him some small part of ourselves. He actually commands everything from his followers. So, where do we go from here? Do we adjust how we live daily, or do we stay the same?&amp;nbsp; I can't wait to dig deeper into the book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-8556818350074604702?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/8556818350074604702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=8556818350074604702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/8556818350074604702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/8556818350074604702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2011/01/god-longs-for-more.html' title='God Longs for More'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-4354278994268071229</id><published>2010-12-16T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T06:44:35.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advent</title><content type='html'>It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas…well sort of.&amp;nbsp; We are in the season of&amp;nbsp; Advent. You see, we can’t get to Christmas without getting through Advent. But what’s up with Advent? Why all the waiting? Advent is about anticipating the birth of Christ. It’s about longing, desire, that which is yet to come. That which isn’t here yet. Advent is important to go through. We remember that in Scripture there is a natural rhythm to things. When God created the universe, there was a natural rhythm, and then God rested. Our church calendar is set up to create a natural rhythm. Advent also confronts the corrosion of the heart with the insistence that God has not abandoned the world, hope is real and something is coming. Pastor Rob Bell puts it this way ,&amp;nbsp; “Advent charges into the temple of cynicism with a whip of hope, overturning the tables of despair, driving out the priests of that jaded cult, announcing there’s a new day and it’s not like the one that came before it.” Advent’s purpose is to open us up, to soften us up, and to turn our hearts in the direction of the coming day. And so we wait&amp;nbsp;for that day when the baby cries His first cry . And we, surrounded by shepherds and angels and everybody in between, celebrate that sound in time that brings our Spirits what we’ve been longing for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-4354278994268071229?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/4354278994268071229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=4354278994268071229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/4354278994268071229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/4354278994268071229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2010/12/advent.html' title='Advent'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-524125289636881672</id><published>2010-11-26T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T17:17:16.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running on Empty</title><content type='html'>Before technology in vehicles, you had to guess how many miles you had left when the gas gauge was low. Today, we have the luxury to look at the dashboard and see what the computer estimates is left. Knowing that is a good thing. It helps you from running out of gas. How do we know if we are running on empty? Often times we don’t know until it is too late. One of my favorite songs is “Everlasting God”. It’s a song that is based on a passage from Isaiah 40 that reads, “The LORD is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He will not grow tired or weary, and his understanding no one can fathom. He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times we try to see how far we can get, unintentionally, without spending quality one on one time with God. Our egos get in the way of the ever- present Holy Spirit that is beckoning our attention. Many of us try to get through the whole week with just spending one hour on a Sunday morning with God and filling up as much as we can during that hour`. Meanwhile, we remain on cruise control. We try to fill our tank with everything but what is necessary to function: fellowship with friends, insightful books, worshipful music and “drive-by” encounters with God are all things we look for and try to do. While these are all positive activities, they are not sufficient enough for sustained spiritual growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the book of James, we find where our dependence, our source of strength, should come from. We need to be completely, solely dependent upon Him. He is our strength, our fuel. Subjecting ourselves to Him, our motives and our desires to His, leaves us full and confident to continue our journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-524125289636881672?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/524125289636881672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=524125289636881672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/524125289636881672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/524125289636881672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2010/11/running-on-empty.html' title='Running on Empty'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-8969301364693580095</id><published>2010-11-11T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T17:36:54.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can Do It...He Will Help</title><content type='html'>I&amp;nbsp;saw this shirt the other week. It was a bright orange shirt that looked like a billboard for the Home Depot. Actually, it looked just like the Home Depot sign. Instead of reading, “Home Depot” it read “Holy Spirit”. For years, the Home Depot has had the slogan, “You can do it, we can help.” Well on this shirt it says, “You can do it. He can help.” And it is true, you CAN do it! Whatever it is. Too often we limit the potential of the Holy Spirit by saying things like, “Oh I can’t do that.” We face resistance and we sometimes give up. But there is a voice that tells you, “I believe God is at work in you!” What would happen if we let go of our need to control? What would happen if we truly relied on the power of the Holy Spirit? What would happen if we truly believed God is at work in us? What would happen to us? What would happen to our churches?&amp;nbsp; We know what it is like.&amp;nbsp; We go to a conference, hear other speakers, read about new ideas&amp;nbsp;only to have them squashed by other people. “Oh there’s no way we could ever do that,” some would say. “Oh people won't like that," others would say.&amp;nbsp; “But we’re Lutheran,” comes the response. So!?!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Why limit what we can do? Why limit the power of the Holy Spirit? Because when we do, we end up declining or happy with "status quo".&amp;nbsp; We end up being half disciples only producing half of our potential. Because here is the truth found in Scripture- Jesus promises a coming Advocate (The Holy Spirit) and that Advocate is present with us. God has given us a God sized vision and we can’t let the present realities overshadow the possibilities of tomorrow. You CAN do it, and he WILL help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-8969301364693580095?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/8969301364693580095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=8969301364693580095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/8969301364693580095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/8969301364693580095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-can-do-ithe-will-help.html' title='You Can Do It...He Will Help'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-8291015401850999014</id><published>2010-11-05T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T13:49:47.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Show It to One Another</title><content type='html'>God is doing amazing things. It’s hard sometimes to stop and realize what God’s Spirit is actually accomplishing in our lives. Too often we focus on the negative and let others drag us down. The culture in which we live in always tells us, “It’s not enough.” But when is it ever enough? If we stop and think about it, the more we gain and acquire, the more we demand. Dallas Willard, Professor in the School of Philosophy at the University of Southern California in Los Angeles,&amp;nbsp;once said in an interview, “We are designed to be creators and initiators, not just receivers.” What do you have to celebrate? How is God’s Spirit moving in your life? If you need a reminder, read the book of Philippians. Paul reminds this community in this letter about the encouragement, comfort, tenderness, and compassion they enjoyed in their relationship with Christ, and then directed them to show that to one another. I, like Paul, celebrate the good things that God is doing in the lives of others, and am blessed to see others blessed by God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-8291015401850999014?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/8291015401850999014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=8291015401850999014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/8291015401850999014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/8291015401850999014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2010/11/show-it-to-one-another.html' title='Show It to One Another'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-603080287020689524</id><published>2010-10-28T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T18:06:09.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude</title><content type='html'>I have to admit that I am one of those “go-for-broke” visionary people in ministry.&amp;nbsp; I’m focused and always thinking about the next big thing. At times I find myself emotionally, spiritually, and physically stretched to my limits. Sometimes I fail to stop and appreciate the Spirit’s work that is being done right now. Gratitude for what God has done and will do, should be a natural and normal part of our life and ministry. The Psalms contain countless&amp;nbsp;reminders to us to praise God for every conceivable thing. Gratitude transforms attitudes, inspires hearts, affirms our calling, and builds relationships. Dietrich Bonhoeffer once said from his jail under Nazi rule, “In ordinary life we hardly realize that we receive a great deal more than we give, and that it is only with gratitude that life becomes rich.” We can learn from Dietrich.&amp;nbsp; He was able to focus on&amp;nbsp;what he could give while sitting&amp;nbsp;in a Nazi concentration prison.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;During the time when life seemed hopeless, he was able &amp;nbsp;to stop and give thanks.&amp;nbsp; We&amp;nbsp;can also.&amp;nbsp; There is so much more to be thankful for in our lives, even when we too feel hopeless.&amp;nbsp; Take some time to see all the good that God has done for you.&amp;nbsp; Take the time to give Him thanks and praise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-603080287020689524?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/603080287020689524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=603080287020689524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/603080287020689524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/603080287020689524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2010/10/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-7481477205301036963</id><published>2010-10-21T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T10:56:40.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bless Others</title><content type='html'>Profound statements...I hear them, read them, see them.&amp;nbsp; I ponder on these profound statements and try to apply&amp;nbsp;them&amp;nbsp;in some way.&amp;nbsp; Not that I think they are the only thing in my life that I trust and follow, but I use them to help me have a better understanding of whose I am.&amp;nbsp; Well, another profound statement jumped out at me while finishing the book Velvet Elvis&amp;nbsp; by&amp;nbsp;Rob Bell&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading the section on serving others...I was thinking that I should get this book done because I have&amp;nbsp; another one ready to go and&amp;nbsp; "it" hit.&amp;nbsp; "God chooses people to be used to bless other people".&amp;nbsp; Yes, it is true.&amp;nbsp; We are used to bless others in His name.&amp;nbsp; That is why we are here.&amp;nbsp; We are not here to exist for ourselves, but to bless others in His name.&amp;nbsp; It could be through the church.&amp;nbsp; It could be through our work.&amp;nbsp; It could be while sitting at Starbucks.&amp;nbsp; No matter what...we are here to bless others.&amp;nbsp; Our words, our actions, our thoughts are all for God.&amp;nbsp; If we keep the focus on what we are here&amp;nbsp;for&amp;nbsp;and the purpose God has for us, then the things we do will not only bless us, but also bless others.&amp;nbsp; This makes our life and others '&amp;nbsp; lives better.&amp;nbsp; I'm totally awed by how God uses people.&amp;nbsp; I see the&amp;nbsp; people&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;have been true blessings in my life by their words and actions.&amp;nbsp; I pray that I'm a true blessing in others'&amp;nbsp; lives by my words and actions.&amp;nbsp; To bless others...sometimes it can be hard to do, but as I work on remembering whose I am, then blessing others will be the outcome of serving God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-7481477205301036963?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/7481477205301036963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=7481477205301036963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/7481477205301036963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/7481477205301036963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2010/10/bless-others.html' title='Bless Others'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-8821800813922102185</id><published>2010-10-15T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T06:24:25.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabbath</title><content type='html'>I am almost done with the book "Velvet Elvis".&amp;nbsp; It has been a powerful book to read but a very deep book with lots of thoughts to ponder.&amp;nbsp; I have found myself reading over and over again the same paragraph...just yesterday, I found myself reading the same sentence over and over again.&amp;nbsp; Yes, yesterday, I caught myself rereading the same sentence...it stuck in my mind...it really made me think more and more.&amp;nbsp; The sentence..."I have learned that the real issue behind the Sabbath isn't which day of the week it is but how we live all the time."&amp;nbsp; (Velvet Elvis by Rob Bell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sabbath is a day when we should slow down.&amp;nbsp; As Rob Bell puts it, we need to "let the engine come to an idle".&amp;nbsp; What a concept.&amp;nbsp; It is amazing what people tell me their schedule is like.&amp;nbsp; Mine is the same way at times.&amp;nbsp; We are running here and there.&amp;nbsp; We are the "super____________" (you can fill in the blank).&amp;nbsp; We have to do it all, be it all and fix it all.&amp;nbsp;We are it all.&amp;nbsp; Even on Sunday, in worship, we aren't completely engulfed in worship...we are thinking about what has to happen, where we need to be, what are we going to eat.&amp;nbsp; We don't ever slow down and really have a Sabbath.&amp;nbsp; A Sabbath is a chance to slow down and take a good look at what God has done.&amp;nbsp; Take a look at all that is good and rejoice in it.&amp;nbsp; A Sabbath is a time for us to receive the grace and peace of God and to really know that it is there.&amp;nbsp; We all need to slow down.&amp;nbsp; We all need to live the Sabbath.&amp;nbsp; Not just on Sundays, but every day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-8821800813922102185?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/8821800813922102185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=8821800813922102185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/8821800813922102185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/8821800813922102185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2010/10/sabbath.html' title='Sabbath'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-2343567792519292556</id><published>2010-10-07T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T11:30:16.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Powerfully Present</title><content type='html'>The pressures of ministry seem to be creeping up on me lately. I seem to have lost my “spark” for visioning for the future. That’s my gift, and it’s what I like to do. I see the big picture and I try to surround myself with people that can help catch the smaller details. Lately though I have been consumed by other “stuff”.&amp;nbsp; What happens when all the “stuff” of the world creeps in on you? What do you do? What do you do when you feel like you are giving your all but God isn’t showing up? What do you do when you cast vision but few seem inspired? What do you do when criticism comes at you left and right? What do you do in those times of your life when you feel like you are a hamster on a wheel? We all have those times. Last week during one of my low points I was searching scripture and came upon the story of Joseph.&amp;nbsp; I could identify with him. Bottom of a well? You bet! He was thrown in a well, sold into slavery, falsely accused of rape, and ultimately imprisoned. Ok, so I started feeling a little better about my situation. And yet, right there in the middle of this BIG story there’s these words, “And the Lord was with Joseph.” What? I thought when the Lord was with you things are supposed to be going well. Don’t you agree? Isn’t it interesting that when things aren’t going well we always default to feeling as though God has abandoned us. And yet the truth in Joseph’s story-which is our story- is that God is most powerfully present even when it seems He is most apparently absent. We don’t get to choose when bad things will happen to us, but we do get to choose how we will respond. Joseph’s response was one of faith, and in that choice lies an amazing amount of hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-2343567792519292556?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/2343567792519292556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=2343567792519292556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/2343567792519292556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/2343567792519292556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2010/10/powerfully-present.html' title='Powerfully Present'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-2883130313617685663</id><published>2010-09-30T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T18:38:23.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All for His glory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp2ha9eYPZA/TKSyfqX8etI/AAAAAAAAAE8/RZuwEudtQU0/s1600/romans-11-36-god-wants-in-between1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp2ha9eYPZA/TKSyfqX8etI/AAAAAAAAAE8/RZuwEudtQU0/s1600/romans-11-36-god-wants-in-between1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;A few days ago, I received an email from a former student.&amp;nbsp; Now I'm honored that they even remember me, but this email was different.&amp;nbsp; This email was asking about spiritual issues.&amp;nbsp; They want to serve the church, but they don't want to serve in the church.&amp;nbsp; This question isn't anything new.&amp;nbsp; Many people think about this.&amp;nbsp; It isn't about working in the church, it is about working for the church...for the betterment&amp;nbsp;of the Kingdom of God.&amp;nbsp; Romans 11:36 states, "For from him and through him and to him are all things.&amp;nbsp; To him be the glory forever!&amp;nbsp; Amen."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Simply stated, we exist to exhibit God, to display&amp;nbsp;His glory.&amp;nbsp; It doesn't matter where you work or what job you do.&amp;nbsp; It doesn't matter if you are a doctor, working in retail,&amp;nbsp;flipping burgers...If you follow Jesus and you are doing what you do in His name, then it is no longer secular work; it's sacred (Velvet Elvis by Rob Bell)&amp;nbsp; We are all working for the glory of God.&amp;nbsp; We are all working for the church.&amp;nbsp; We are all working for the Lord.&amp;nbsp; So my answer...it doesn't matter what job you have.&amp;nbsp; It doesn't matter where you work.&amp;nbsp; Do it for the glory of God.&amp;nbsp; Do it for the right reasons and you are working for His kingdom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-2883130313617685663?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/2883130313617685663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=2883130313617685663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/2883130313617685663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/2883130313617685663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2010/09/all-for-his-glory.html' title='All for His glory'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp2ha9eYPZA/TKSyfqX8etI/AAAAAAAAAE8/RZuwEudtQU0/s72-c/romans-11-36-god-wants-in-between1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-2917884602041715988</id><published>2010-09-23T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T13:11:23.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion Starts With Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I was recently reading the parable of the Good Samaritan in Luke 10.&amp;nbsp; While reading this, you can see the passion in the heart of the Samaritan.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"&gt;Passion? Perhaps that is where we need to start? Do you have a passion to help people? We should. I think it is that easy to start being a good Samaritan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"&gt;Just recently I read an article online&amp;nbsp;from&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Good&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;magazine that said, “The global problems are larger than before, but our capacity to meet them is larger still.”&amp;nbsp;The author is right.&amp;nbsp;Think about what the 12 disciples did with what little they had. In contrast think about the size of the church today and the means that we have of Internet, cars, phones, money, goods and services. Can we be doing more? I think we could and should. I recently read that if the Big 8 (the biggest 8 countries in the world) gave 1% more of their budgets to global poverty, we could end it in the entire world. Think about the size of these countries’ budgets and how little 1% might be. We are capable of what no other band of people can do: unite in love and passion to help bring reconciliation to every heart, soul, and corner of the world. Is it as easy as just starting?&amp;nbsp; Passion?&amp;nbsp; It has to begin with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-2917884602041715988?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/2917884602041715988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=2917884602041715988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/2917884602041715988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/2917884602041715988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2010/09/passion-starts-with-us.html' title='Passion Starts With Us'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-9141190722684049199</id><published>2010-09-14T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T12:06:36.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It is a process</title><content type='html'>I've heard farmers say, “We can’t make the seed grow, we can only be sure the soil is ready for the seed. God is the only one who can make the seed grow.” Those farmers are sharp sometimes. In 1 Corinthians we are reminded that spiritual growth is a process. In 1 Corinthians 3, Paul calls believers God’s children, God’s field, and God’s building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are God’s children, claimed so in the waters of our baptism. Our faith walk is a process. Sometimes we think that we have completed our journey We feel that we have gone as far as we can. We sometimes feel that after confirmation, we have completed our walk, but just as babies need the right environments to grow physically, people need the right environment to grow spiritually. That’s where the church can come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are God’s field. Fields do not bear fruit or crops on command. Trust me, I'm trying to grow tomatoes. They blossom in process, and to do so properly, they need the right environment and nutrients. This can happen for us in church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are God’s building, God’s spiritual house if you will. God first built us. Then God redeemed us with his own blood. Next, God moved in. That’s right, God took up residence, God filled up every drawer. And guess what? God isn’t done! God continually works on us. God is constantly rearranging the furniture, challenging our ideas, thoughts, and opinions. We never do arrive. This continual work is inevitable. It is a lifelong process.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-9141190722684049199?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/9141190722684049199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=9141190722684049199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/9141190722684049199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/9141190722684049199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2010/09/it-is-process.html' title='It is a process'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-243782796858897856</id><published>2010-09-10T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T06:06:12.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Word is Today</title><content type='html'>I spend a lot of time reading scripture and really taking a good close look at the meaning behind it. I have always been taught to take time and read the scripture. This is something I took to heart on in college and have continued to do so. But lately, certain passages or stories grab me and won't let go. The bible becomes living and active in me. Rob Bell states it best in his book "Velvet Elvis". He says, &lt;em&gt;"Inspired words have a way of getting under our skin and taking on a life of their own. They work on us. We started out reading them, but they end up reading us." &lt;/em&gt;How true. The word of God is reading me...reading us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has a knack of making sure we hear, read, see just those things that we need. Scripture is more than just words. Scripture is about today...the now! It is our job to not just read it, but to embrace it has living and active. Scripture gives us strength. It give us meaning and direction. It is more than just a history book, it is the meaning to the events. So really take the time to read scripture. Read it at its fullest. Read it and take it in. The Word is living and active. The Word will happen. Today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-243782796858897856?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/243782796858897856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=243782796858897856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/243782796858897856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/243782796858897856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2010/09/word-is-today.html' title='The Word is Today'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-7815782258470664540</id><published>2010-09-04T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T07:25:32.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PUSH</title><content type='html'>I was told the other day to PUSH, when it came to my prayer life. Never heard of it! But it stands for "pray until something happens." What a great acronym! It reminds me how important it is to stay in contact with God. Between the words pray, prayer, praying, and prayed the word appears 512 times in the Bible. Do you think our Creator wants us to stay in contact with him? Just like it is important for a vine to stay connected to the main branch so it can be nourished and fed, so we also need to stay connected to God. When we do this, Jesus reminds us that it is easy to produce fruit (If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit…John 15).&lt;br /&gt;What would a church looked like that immersed itself in prayer? Think about the possibilities! Our God wants a relationship with us.  As we enter into our fall season pray! Pray for our ministry. Pray that we continue to touch people's lives. Pray for our ministry to flourish and grow. Pray that we will follow the Spirit's guidance wherever that may be. Pray for our leaders, for our staff, for our kids, and for our community. When we do, we will most certainly see the fruits of the Spirit, and we will then be able to rejoice and give thanks to our most gracious and loving God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-7815782258470664540?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/7815782258470664540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=7815782258470664540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/7815782258470664540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/7815782258470664540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2010/09/push.html' title='PUSH'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-859424277019787551</id><published>2010-08-18T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T07:01:35.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing</title><content type='html'>Through many conversations, the thought about growing has come to mind. Thoughts about how we could become a strong "community" of believers. What a community of authenticity, a community of acceptance, and a community of hope would look like. Through these conversations, the vision of how we could grow as a congregation and the Kingdom of God came to mind. It doesn’t matter how many great and wonderful programs a church can offer, if the church isn't authentic in their faith and who they are, if they aren’t reaching out in grace and love to other people, if they aren’t offering hope, it won’t grow. Growing isn’t always easy. Think about yourself or your children growing up. Growing up has a lot of up hill battles. Are we willing to go there as a church? Are we willing to enter the messiness of what it means to grow? Each one of us has been given gifts and abilities, finances and possessions, and time to use under God’s direction to love and serve Him and to help the church grow by uniting together in love and serving one another. In order to grow, we must give up playing God and let God be God. What are you saying, we play God? We can’t possibly play God! You’re right, but we do sometimes anyway. Think about it, how often do we get stressed and frustrated when life doesn’t do our will or when we think God isn’t doing what we want God to do? We must let go and let God be in control! He has a plan for our church, for our lives, for our community, and for our world. He has it all mapped out and we need to listen and follow His will. Let God do for us what we cannot do for ourselves! That’s when we will start to grow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-859424277019787551?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/859424277019787551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=859424277019787551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/859424277019787551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/859424277019787551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2010/08/growing.html' title='Growing'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-33828411145362390</id><published>2010-08-10T17:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T18:10:27.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fingerprints in the Clay</title><content type='html'>When I was taking a master's class, we were asked to mold a piece of clay into anything we wanted. For some reason I thought of a smooth skipping stone. You know those? They are these flat smooth rocks that have been formed by the waves that are ideal for skipping across the water.  So as I molded the clay, I could see my finger prints on the clay. So too, when God molds us, God’s fingerprints are all over us.  It is God who is shaping each one of us to be His, maybe not the way we feel we should be, but in the way He wants us to be.  God has molded each of us in a special way.  The gifts we have are His fingerprints.  The way we use them show His glory to others.  Isaiah 64:8 states, &lt;em&gt;Yet, O LORD, you are our Father.  We are the clay, you are the potter;  we are all the work of your hand.  &lt;/em&gt;We are His work...we are His creation...We are His.  He has molded us to do His will, His work.  How can we share His fingerprints to others?  How can we share His glory?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-33828411145362390?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/33828411145362390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=33828411145362390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/33828411145362390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/33828411145362390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2010/08/fingerprints-in-clay.html' title='Fingerprints in the Clay'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-4882037627507002906</id><published>2010-07-26T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T06:23:25.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>know or KNOW</title><content type='html'>There are times when we know God, and there are times when we KNOW God. Now, I recently read a poll that stated that 80% of people who live in America believe in God or some higher power. But my question is this- Is belief the same as personal knowledge? I’m not sure it is. For many of us the very idea of knowing God may seem unrealistic, out of reach. As I reflect on my relationship with God, it seems that sometimes I know more about God, than actually knowing God. God wants us to know him, like a spouse, or a family member, or a best friend. Can you imagine if we talked to our spouses, or family members as often as we sometimes talk to God? We wouldn’t know them very well would we? Our God is a relational God, and God wants us to know him. In Psalm 63, David talks about his experience of knowing God. He talks about how it creates a deeper longing for even more intimate knowledge of God. I love the first verse, “O God, you are my God!” MY God. Not someone else’s God. MY God, and only that can come with a knowledge of God. How well do you know God? When was the last time you really talked with God?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-4882037627507002906?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/4882037627507002906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=4882037627507002906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/4882037627507002906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/4882037627507002906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2010/07/know-or-know.html' title='know or KNOW'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-2162694508791001936</id><published>2010-07-06T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T19:04:32.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Journey Isn't Easy</title><content type='html'>My feet hurt. It hurts to walk right now.  The gathering has begun!  Even though the gathering just began, I think about the many miles I've already walked. As I think about how my feet hurt, I am reminded that sometimes it hurts to walk in the shadow of the cross. Jesus calls us to take up our cross and follow him, but sometimes that journey isn’t easy. There isn’t anything easy about following Christ, well, perhaps the easiest thing is the grace we receive. Sometimes Christ calls us to unexpected places, to do unexpected things, and that is what this gathering is about. It was an unexpected place. Many didn’t feel we should be in this city, but the youth will do unexpected things. But in the process the people of New Orleans are receiving an unexpected gift, and in return, all participants are receiving it back! Sometimes it hurts, but in the end, as my former coaches have said, no pain, no gain. Perhaps they were right all those years!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-2162694508791001936?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/2162694508791001936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=2162694508791001936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/2162694508791001936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/2162694508791001936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2010/07/journey-isnt-easy.html' title='The Journey Isn&apos;t Easy'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-802028807587062235</id><published>2010-07-06T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T05:38:20.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifting Up the Lowly</title><content type='html'>The National Youth Gathering is fast approaching and I'm prepared to be totally exhausted. On day one of the National Youth Gathering, I'll have a chance to go over to the Superdome and hear over 27,000 youth worship and praise God. It is an event that totally blows me away! There will scripture readings, speakers, skits, the skit guys, and singing. 27,000 lifting their voices. Songs about how Jesus takes all our lows and lifts us up. You can't help but walk out of the first mass event uplifted...nothing at that point can bring you down. Jesus really does lift us up in the times we feel the lowest. Then the next day, the lows may start...the feeling of the burdens of life, relationships, the heat and humidity. All those things can bring out the lows in people. But you know, there are people around that will be lifting people up the whole day, even when things aren’t going well. Jesus lifted up those who were low. He lifted up the woman caught in adultery, he lifted up the paralyzed man, he lifted up the woman who anointed him with oil. And all of that began with a song from his mother Mary early on, before he was born. “He has lifted up the lowly, and casted down the mighty from their thrones.” And that is what 27,000 kids are going to do at the National Youth Gathering. To lift up the lowly. To be God’s hands, to do God’s work. To do as God would do to us when we are down, lift them up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-802028807587062235?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/802028807587062235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=802028807587062235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/802028807587062235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/802028807587062235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2010/07/lifting-up-lowly.html' title='Lifting Up the Lowly'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-504744586739617137</id><published>2010-06-29T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T03:36:22.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worship or Service</title><content type='html'>I’ve been thinking more and more about worship lately. Perhaps it is because of where I am at in my current ministry. What I have been pondering (struggling?) with is the term worship service. Should we call it a worship service any more? We may need to refocus the way we look at worship. Service entails doing something. There are times, I think we have lost the fact that worship is not about us, myself included. We come to worship on Sunday mornings or on Saturday nights, and we expect something out of it. We focus on whether we like the songs or not.  We focus on how well the pastor preached the sermon.  We focus on what was done or not done; what we did or did not get out of the worship service.  Suddenly we seem to have lost the meaning behind why we are there in the first place. If we are going to use the term service, we need to be reminded that we are there in response to the goodness of what God is doing in our lives. Worship is about God, not us. But if we can’t get passed the service being for us and not for God, then what do we call it? We call it Worship. Or worship gathering. If I recall, worship service is never used in the Bible, but there are many references to a gathering of people FOR worship. Perhaps just by switching the word we use, maybe we can begin to get back to the heart of what worship is about. God...not you, not me. Not the people across from us. Not the people there or not there. It is about God and God alone! Worship...the focus is...God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-504744586739617137?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/504744586739617137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=504744586739617137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/504744586739617137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/504744586739617137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2010/06/worship-or-service.html' title='Worship or Service'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-1434290023286264872</id><published>2010-06-23T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T05:30:20.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are The Tree</title><content type='html'>Sing with me now: &lt;em&gt;Zacheaus was a wee little man, and a wee little man was he. He climbed up in a sycamore tree, for the Lord he wanted to see. &lt;/em&gt;We all know the song, and we all know the story of Zacheaus climbing that tree. How often we forget about the tree. It’s not a great song without his journey up that tree. We often think about the crowds, Zacheaus, and Jesus, but we hardly ever think about the tree. I’m reminded each week I work in ministry that what people seek is a viewpoint so very different from our own. Without the tree, their quest is impossible—and this song is not as much fun to sing. We are the tree. Too often we think of ourselves as Jesus in the story and the world around us as the crowd blocking people’s view of Jesus; but if we think about it, we are really the tree. We are all called to be trees. Those who haven’t heard Jesus’ words, those who aren’t a part of the church, they are longing to climb a tree so that their viewpoint may change. Many are at the bottom and are trying to look up and over the crowd that continues to block their view. Our job is to help lift people above the crowd to see the approaching Savior, not to be the crowd that blocks them. So often our churches become so cluttered that many people are simply busy doing church instead of being the church. Our challenge is to be guided by the sycamore metaphor. Not as a formula for success or steps to a healthy ministry, but as a way to understand the role —our roles—in the kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(based on thoughts from Pastor Otto)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-1434290023286264872?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/1434290023286264872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=1434290023286264872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/1434290023286264872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/1434290023286264872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2010/06/we-are-tree.html' title='We Are The Tree'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-1212778115470912396</id><published>2010-06-14T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T05:35:59.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is My Faith Strong Enough?</title><content type='html'>Starbucks is a wonderful place. This week I have had another "by chance" meetings at Starbucks. I'm preparing music for worship at Starbucks and had to made a phone call for National Youth Gathering stuff. Well, when I hang up, the person at the table next to me stated, "I heard you say the word, God." I responded with "yes, I did". Then the conversation continued with "how do you know if my faith is strong enough to receive salvation?" I'm floored by this question...why, I wasn't expecting this question nor was I planning on a spiritual conversation at another Starbucks. So we got on a conversation about salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is my faith strong enough for salvation? When you doubt that your faith is strong enough for you to be a child of God, it's a clear indication that you misunderstand the nature of faith. Faith in God doesn't involve certainty, nor does it imply the absence of doubts. What a torment, what a terrible burden, to believe that faith must be perfect before God will respond to our need! If we believe that our faith must be perfect, we have established an unattainable goal and enslaved ourselves to a new form of works-salvation. Rather than basing our faith on God's goodness and Christ's completed work of love on our behalf, we base it on our own achievement-our own perfection. People who think that their faith must be perfect before it will be acceptable to God ignore dozens of scriptural examples of people whose trust in God was imperfect, yet their faith was still accepted by Him. Moses, Abraham, David, Jacob, Elijah , Peter and Thomas are some of those people in scripture. In fact, all the disciples had moments like this. These examples show that it isn't the perfection of our trust that matters, but the perfection of God's love and forgiveness. As sinful people, we will at times doubt the strength of our faith. We will sometimes doubt our salvation, but because of the Grace of our Lord, we shouldn't worry. His love, His death, His resurrection, His forgiveness and mercy gives us that assurance that we can and will receive salvation in His name. To God be the glory!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-1212778115470912396?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/1212778115470912396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=1212778115470912396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/1212778115470912396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/1212778115470912396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2010/06/is-my-faith-strong-enough.html' title='Is My Faith Strong Enough?'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-1711491717346493777</id><published>2010-06-08T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T18:28:17.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a Carrier</title><content type='html'>This past week, I had the opportunity to talk with a past college friend who is now a pastor. What a tremendous conversation we had. We talked about family, old college stories, and other random thoughts. Then we got serious...we started talking about why we are involved in the church. We shared thoughts about ministry and mission. We shared scripture and ideas. We talked about many aspects of each person's role in the church, but we both failed to share about the power of the Holy Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, we all get so involved about what we are doing in the church. He talked how he preached and how he leads bible study. I talked about how I use music to enhance the message and how music really speaks to me. Those things aren't bad. In fact they are good, but is that really our purpose. We sing, we preach, we read scripture, we pray, we sing. All those things are great, but our purpose is to share the wonderful saving message of our Lord and Savior. We are the carriers for God. It isn't about us...it isn't because of us, but because of Him. His Spirit works through all of us in all we do...from the smallest thing to the biggest. It is His work...it is all about Him. Our purpose is all for Him. We are His carrier...we are His messenger...we are doing His work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can hear Jared Anderson's song "Carrier" at &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aIxfnGY8bSk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aIxfnGY8bSk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-1711491717346493777?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/1711491717346493777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=1711491717346493777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/1711491717346493777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/1711491717346493777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2010/06/being-carrier.html' title='Being a Carrier'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-2801333666097187944</id><published>2010-06-01T18:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T18:59:21.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Is Here</title><content type='html'>Isn't it amazing how one thing really speaks to you on a certain day. Well, today was one of those days. I was working on preparing music. As I was working and going through scripture, the word 'love' kept popping out. Love...such a powerful word. I love my Lord. I love my wife. I love my family. I love cool temperatures. I love being part of ministry. The word 'Love' has so many different uses. So strange that this word...this one word kept coming to mind. The word 'Love'...such a great name for our Lord. So as I worked, the word 'love' kept coming to mind.&lt;br /&gt;Tenth Avenue North has a song titled "Love Is Here". What a powerful song. Love is here...Love is now...Love is pouring from His hands, from His brow. It is all "Love"...It is "Love" that saved us. It is "Love" that continues to forgive us. It is "Love" that will always listen to us, look for us, hold us in times of trouble. It is all "Love"! God spoke to me today. I will never look at the word 'love' the same way. I will still say that I "love" things or people, but what a comfort it is to know that 'Love' is here...yesterday, today, and tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see Tenth Avenue North's video to their song "Love Is Here".  Go to &lt;a href="http://www.livword.net/"&gt;www.livword.net&lt;/a&gt; and click on the link.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-2801333666097187944?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/2801333666097187944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=2801333666097187944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/2801333666097187944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/2801333666097187944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2010/06/love-is-here.html' title='Love Is Here'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-370007969845461878</id><published>2010-05-25T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T19:44:26.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Filling the Jar</title><content type='html'>Try this sometime.  Take a jar...not just a small mason jar, take a big jar and fill it with big, fist size rocks.  Is the jar full?  Then take a bucket of gravel and pour it into the jar.  Shake the jar so the gravel has time to seep in between the rocks.  Then ask, is the jar full.  Take a bucket of sand and pour it into the jar.  Shake it so the sand has a chance to fall in between the rocks and the gravel.  Now is the jar full?  Now take a pitcher of water and pour it in.  Allow the water to seep in between the rocks, gravel, and sand.  Now is the jar full?  So what is the point of this little illustration...&lt;br /&gt;Look at your jar...your life.  God has put so many things in your life to make you full.  He has put people in your life to mold, guide, and love you.  He has given you gifts and talents to use to serve His kingdom.  He has given you opportunities for rest.  He has given you food and shelter.  He has given you the opportunity to worship.  All things in your life, are given by God.  Each item fills you up.  Some items are big...family, work, worship.  Some items might be smaller, but each one...not matter how big, makes you who you are...they fill you...fill your jar.  If one item is missing, the jar isn't full...you aren't complete.  God continues to put the things in your life to make you full...full of His glory.  Full of His love!  Is your jar full?  What is God adding to it?  Why not allow Him to fill it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-370007969845461878?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/370007969845461878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=370007969845461878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/370007969845461878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/370007969845461878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2010/05/filling-jar.html' title='Filling the Jar'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-5660037736720642550</id><published>2010-05-18T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T18:56:18.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have Patience...It Is All God's Plan</title><content type='html'>As my wife can attest, I haven't been the most patient driver. If once in traffic, a different lane is moving faster than the one I'm in, I move over to it. If the speed limit is 50, I expect people to go 50. I get frustrated when I hit every red light. But now living in Michigan for three years, I've learned a little more patience. I've learned that in construction traffic, staying in your lane might actually be better. I've learned that sometimes a car driving slower than speed limit actually can help you see that deer about ready to dart across the road. Red lights! I've never figured out why lights aren't timed to keep traffic moving. So now I just expect to be stopped. Having patience while driving, well, I'm getting better at it.&lt;br /&gt;The same is true in our walk with God. God has a plan for all of us. He knows what will happen with life situations. He knows where we will be. He knows what ministry and in what capacity we will serve Him. He knows our future. He knows and He will reveal it according to His time. It is our job to have patience. It is our job to trust in His plan. It isn't easy. We are so impatient...we want the answer and NOW! But "now" might not be what God has in store. We must have patience. John Waller's song "While I'm Waiting" shares this very thing. Waiting isn't easy. But when God's plan is revealed, you will know and you will thrive doing His will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see the video of John Waller's song "While I'm Waiting" by following the link on Living Word's website at &lt;a href="http://www.livword.net/"&gt;www.livword.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-5660037736720642550?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/5660037736720642550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=5660037736720642550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/5660037736720642550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/5660037736720642550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2010/05/have-patienceit-is-all-gods-plan.html' title='Have Patience...It Is All God&apos;s Plan'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-2433521870312426208</id><published>2010-05-11T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T19:45:45.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make In Me</title><content type='html'>As many of you know, I am starting to write my own music.  It is a joy when a phrase or melody comes to mind.  But recently, I told myself that I was going to write another ballad.  Yes, another ballad.  To write a ballad about something so spiritually strong that people are going to say to themselves, "yes, that song was speaking to me".  That is what I had in mind...but that wasn't what God had in mind.  For many months, I struggled.  I couldn't come up with a good line, catch phrase, topic, melody...nothing clicked.  Nothing worked.  I looked at the world and thought of everything happening there.  Still nothing clicked.  I spent a lot of time in scripture, reading passage after passage thinking that something would hit me...nothing clicked.  I would do some random singing and playing of chord progressions on the piano...nothing clicked.  Nothing...I was trying way too hard.  I wanted to create another song so bad, that I tried way too hard.  Then...Saturday came.  Saturday, May 8th.  Nothing special about this day...but it was special to God.  As I was working putting some final touches on the worship team set up.  The words and melody came.  You see, I wanted to write the song before.  I wanted it to come from my own thoughts, but God had other plans.  My focus was on me, not Him...when I changed that focus, then the song came.  "Work In Me" is a prayer.  A prayer to help us remember that all we are...our whole life is His.  It is a prayer for us to listen to His call, His will and then...be His servant.  "Work In Me"...Your desire, O Lord.  Lord, your servant is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can hear a copy of "Work In Me" at &lt;a href="http://www.livword.net/"&gt;www.livword.net&lt;/a&gt; at the bottom of the main page.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-2433521870312426208?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/2433521870312426208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=2433521870312426208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/2433521870312426208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/2433521870312426208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2010/05/make-in-me.html' title='Make In Me'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-7544875051774152244</id><published>2010-05-04T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T18:36:14.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ice Cream Base</title><content type='html'>I know ice cream.  I learned all about the art of ice cream when I worked part-time at an ice cream shop in Indiana.  I learned about the ice cream flavors.  I learned the proper way to scoop ice cream, which most people still do wrong.  I learned the art of creating shakes, floats, cakes, pies...if it was about ice cream, I knew how to make it.  It was important that you made things right.  It was very important when it comes to an ice cream sundae.  You could use any ice cream and any toppings, but the most important thing you had to learn was to create a base.  You needed a solid base of ice cream so that everything else could be placed on it to build the perfect sundae.  A solid base...vital for a great sundae.&lt;br /&gt;Our faith needs this solid base also.  Without it, life will fall.  There are so many things that are piled on us...our jobs, school, relationships...the list of things continues to grow and grow.  We need that solid base so we can handle these things.  Scripture is very clear.  It tells us that Christ is that solid rock...that solid base to build our life on.  Without it, things will fall. Things will sink. Things will overtake us.  We have so many opportunities to build and strength our base...our faith in God.  Worship, Bible study, prayer, singing...all these things help build a stronger base.  A stronger base helps when things get tough.  A stronger base holds those things up, not allowing things to topple down.  When we are built on Him, a stronger base helps us handle things in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-7544875051774152244?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/7544875051774152244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=7544875051774152244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/7544875051774152244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/7544875051774152244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2010/05/ice-cream-base.html' title='The Ice Cream Base'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-6445927608517694149</id><published>2010-04-27T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T17:02:11.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Distractions</title><content type='html'>Distractions.  I struggle with them.  Things that move around me…I just have to look.  I am easily distracted.  I actually have to work to stay focused on things.  When I was younger, I played football.  This wasn’t the big time league, but pee-wee football.  The coach comes out and tells you the play in the huddle.  Well, you can guess it.  I was distracted.  I wasn’t listening, but watching a squirrel on an electrical line.  So I missed the play and the coach took me out of the game.  Distractions…I’m distracted writing this.  Noises, movement, lights…so many distractions.&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing how distracted we get in worship.  We come to worship and our focus should be on God, but then, there are distractions.  People moving, people talking, doors opening, cell phones ringing…thoughts about the day, things that have to get done…so many distractions.  We fail to focus on the reason of worship.  Distractions, one…God, zero.  Worship is work.  It isn’t easy to focus on one thing for one hour.  We need to work on keeping our focus on His word.  We have so many opportunities to focus on Him.  We have songs, readings, children’s message, the message, communion, prayers…all these things so we can focus on Him only.  We have to put aside those things that distract us.  We have to work so our focus is on Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-6445927608517694149?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/6445927608517694149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=6445927608517694149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/6445927608517694149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/6445927608517694149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2010/04/distractions.html' title='Distractions'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-3807642989850419818</id><published>2010-04-20T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T18:13:18.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Father's Arms</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting outside on this cool Tuesday evening thinking about what to write about.  I'm watching my daughter practice with her soccer team.  There are players running around.  There are parents watching their children practice.  There are parents playing with their other children as we wait for practice to be done.  But as the practices continue, one thing caught my attention.  To my right, there was a cry...not that normal I'm not getting what I want, but a cry of "it hurts and it hurt bad".  Like most people, I look over to see a little boy crying and holding his arm.  His father reaches down, picks him up and whispers something in the his ear.  The boy sobs a little and the father hugs him and is talking to him in his ear.  Soon the crying stops.  The father continues to hold the child and soon, the child is running around again as the father watches him and smiles.&lt;br /&gt;That is prime example of our Christian walk.  There are many painful times in our lives.  We walk through our life, thinking that things are going alright, then...we fall.  We fail.  We sin.  We let out a "cry" to our Lord.  No matter the situation, when our Father hears our cry, he doesn't just ignores us.  He reaches down and picks us up.  He holds us in his mighty and loving arms.  He whispers in our ear.  Maybe He tells you that it is going to be alright.  Maybe He tells you that He loves you and will hold you until the pain is gone.  Maybe He tells you that you are forgiven.  Our Father makes sure that you are going to be alright before He lets us continue on.  I have felt this in my life.  I have felt His loving arms around me.  I have heard His words in my ear.  He is there...watching, loving, holding, and comforting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-3807642989850419818?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/3807642989850419818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=3807642989850419818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/3807642989850419818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/3807642989850419818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2010/04/fathers-arms.html' title='A Father&apos;s Arms'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-386557963494634134</id><published>2010-04-13T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T17:13:12.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dashed Hopes</title><content type='html'>“I had intended …” David had wanted to build a temple. And who better than he to do so? Hadn’t he, literally, written the book on worship? Didn’t he rescue the ark of the covenant? The temple would have been his swan song, his signature deed. David had expected to dedicate his final years to building a shrine to God. At least, that had been his intention. “I had intended to build a permanent home for the ark of the covenant of the LORD and for the footstool of our God. So I had made preparations to build it” (1 Chron. 28:2 NASB).Intentions. Preparations. But no temple. Why? Did David grow discouraged? No. He stood willing. Were the people resistant? Hardly. They gave generously. Then what happened?A conjunction happened. Conjunctions operate as the signal lights of sentences. Some, such as and, are green. Others, such as however, are yellow. A few are red. Sledgehammer red. They stop you. David got a red light. I had made preparations to build it. But God said to me, “You shall not build a house for My name because you are a man of war and have shed blood.… Your son Solomon is the one who shall build My house and My courts.” (1 Chron. 28:2–3, 6 NASB, emphasis mine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David’s bloodthirsty temperament cost him the temple privilege. All he could do was say: I had intended … I had made preparations … But God … I’m thinking of some people who have uttered similar words. God had different plans than they did. One man waited until his midthirties to marry. Resolved to select the right spouse, he prayerfully took his time. When he found her, they moved westward, bought a ranch, and began their life together. After three short years, she was killed in an accident. I had intended … I had made preparations … But God … A young couple turned a room into a nursery. They papered walls, refinished a baby crib, but then the wife miscarried.I had intended … I had made preparations …But God … I had intended … I had made preparations … But God … What do you do with the “but God” moments in life? When God interrupts your good plans, how do you respond? The man who lost his wife has not responded well. At this writing he indwells a fog bank of anger and bitterness. The young couple is coping better. They stay active in church and prayerful about a child. And what about David? When God changed David’s plans, how did he reply? (You’ll like this.) He followed the “but God” with a “yet God.” “Yet, the LORD, the God of Israel, chose me from all the house of my father to be king over Israel forever. For He has chosen Judah to be a leader; and in the house of Judah, my father’s house, and among the sons of my father He took pleasure in me to make me king over all Israel.” (1 Chron. 28:4 NASB) Reduce the paragraph to a phrase, and it reads, “Who am I to complain? David had gone from runt to royalty, from herding sheep to leading armies, from sleeping in the pasture to living in the palace. When you are given an ice cream sundae, you don’t complain over a missing cherry.David faced the behemoth of disappointment with “yet God.” David trusted. His “but God” became a “yet God.”Who’s to say yours won’t become the same? (from Max Lucado's book &lt;em&gt;Facing Your Giants&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-386557963494634134?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/386557963494634134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=386557963494634134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/386557963494634134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/386557963494634134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2010/04/dashed-hopes.html' title='Dashed Hopes'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-1901275738021326900</id><published>2010-04-05T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T19:53:07.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honesty</title><content type='html'>Honesty. I wasn't the most honest person in grade school. It took a lot of talkings, punishments, and tears to help me realize the value of honesty. God cares so much about truth that he gave us a walking, talking, living, breathing example of it. His Son came to earth "full of grace and truth" (John 1:14). Jesus frequently said, "I tell you the truth," or as some translations put it, "verily, verily (truly, truly) I say unto you." Honesty was Jesus’ policy even when it was unpopular. He refused to let the crowd manipulate his message or re-direct his priorities. Jesus was honest with his enemies. He unmasked the Pharisees and called them hypocrites because that’s what they were. He called Herod a "fox" because that’s what he was. He challenged longstanding religious traditions that were doing more harm than good. Jesus was honest with his friends. When the Twelve engaged in quarrels, he confronted them with the hard truth that in God’s eyes servanthood always trumps self-promotion. Jesus was honest with everyone. He didn’t woo potential followers with sugar-coated promises of how easy their lives would be if they believed in him. He told them right up front about the cost of discipleship. Anyone who proclaims God's truth has a big responsibility to be honest. We are to be honest in every situation in life. Can you say that your actions and speech are honest and straightforward? Would you say that you tell people what they want to hear so that you can get ahead or to get what you want? When we stay honest to the Word of God and His calling...His kingdom will flourish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-1901275738021326900?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/1901275738021326900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=1901275738021326900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/1901275738021326900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/1901275738021326900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2010/04/honesty.html' title='Honesty'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-7738580126681452819</id><published>2010-03-29T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T15:35:01.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Servant's Heart</title><content type='html'>What makes a servant heart?&amp;nbsp; I have often wondered this very thing.&amp;nbsp; There are people I know who exemplify this very thing.&amp;nbsp; A servant...not because they have to be, but because they want to be.&amp;nbsp; A servant’s heart has more to do with your relationship with God than it has to do with your desire to be recognized for your good deeds. Having a servant’s heart is one the most beautiful expressions of love I know. It’s showing your love to another human being by simply being who God intended you to be. It’s about seeing a need and fulfilling it without any strings attached. It’s about making yourself uncomfortable so that someone else could be comfortable. It’s about showing Christ’s love through your actions and words. And finally, it’s about touching the lives of those around you with such a gentle kindness that your act will be remembered for years to come.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Pay attention when God calls you to serve others. Listen with your heart, not your mind. Hear what God wants you to do...not what you think should be done. You might think a check to pay a bill will solve someone’s problem, but that might not be what God wants you to do. God may want you to teach that person how to budget his income so that he’s not in the same boat next month. You might think a prayer is all that is needed, but God might want you spend quality time with that person. Taking the time to listen to what God wants you to do, humbling yourself to do what He has called you to do, and then faithfully following Him regardless of how uncomfortable it makes you is truly what a servant’s heart is all about. It’s selfless love at its best and God couldn’t ask for a better gift or testimony of your relationship with Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-7738580126681452819?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/7738580126681452819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=7738580126681452819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/7738580126681452819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/7738580126681452819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2010/03/servants-heart.html' title='A Servant&apos;s Heart'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-5301075007524713145</id><published>2010-03-23T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T19:42:40.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 107:1</title><content type='html'>It is now about 10:30 on Tuesday evening and I'm sitting at the kitchen table pondering over many different things to write about.  So much has happened over the past few days that my mind is racing in many different ways.  I thought about the church's mission statement.  I thought about sharing thoughts on unity in the church.  I thought about the song "Open Arms" by Michael W. Smith.  I wanted to share something that people could ponder and take to heart.  But then...but then came Psalm 107:1.   It reads, "Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good; his love endures forever."  A simple prayer...a simple statement, but powerful are those words.&lt;br /&gt;What a great reminder of what we need to be doing.  It is so easy to dwell on all the bad times, on all the hardships in life...on all the things that we feel have been unfair to us or others.  But Psalm 107 reminds us that in all things, we should, "Give thanks to the Lord".  Look around you.  There is so much to be thankful for.  Loved ones...give thanks to the Lord.  For our church and opportunity to worship...give thanks to the Lord.  For the people around us...give thanks to the Lord.  For life, food, clothing, gifts, talents...give thanks to the Lord.  We should be giving thanks for everything, even during hard times in life.  Why...because the Lord is good!  He is good.  Through all things, His love has never left.  His love is always with us...His love endures forever.  When we struggle...His love endures.  When we lose focus...His love endures.  Hard times, good times, all times...His love endures.  Step back...take a deep breath.  God has blessed each one of us.  He has blessed the church.  He has blessed our ministry.  "Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good; his love endures forever".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-5301075007524713145?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/5301075007524713145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=5301075007524713145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/5301075007524713145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/5301075007524713145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2010/03/psalm-1071.html' title='Psalm 107:1'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-1989424394242057274</id><published>2010-03-16T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T19:31:59.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Truly Touched</title><content type='html'>I have had one of the greatest honors this past weekend. It was the end of Lutheran Schools Week. Many schools and churches were celebrating what Lutheran Schools have to offer. Many had choirs sing...school children were involved in worship...celebrating Lutheran Schools. Back in 2009, I had the opportunity to work on a piece for Redeemer Lutheran School in Ontario, CA, based on Exodus 15:2. &lt;em&gt;The LORD is my strength and my song; he has become my salvation. He is my God, and I will praise him, my father's God, and I will exalt him.&lt;/em&gt; (Exodus 15:2).   And as I pondered on this school theme verse...I came up with the song title, "And I Will Praise Him".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I had one of the greatest honors...this song was sung in California at Redeemer Lutheran Church and School. It was sung with excitement. It was sung with heart. It was sung as praise to God. Not only did I know it was one I had written, it was one that was lifted up to God in honor and praise to His glory! Thank you, Redeemer Lutheran Church and School for allowing me to be part of Lutheran Schools Week with you. Thank you for singing this song with excitement and pride. Thank you for uplifting my heart with this powerful bible verse. He has become my salvation and I will praise Him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-1989424394242057274?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/1989424394242057274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=1989424394242057274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/1989424394242057274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/1989424394242057274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2010/03/truly-touched.html' title='Truly Touched'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-7847491704777551480</id><published>2010-03-08T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T19:10:06.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am...</title><content type='html'>I want to start this out by asking a simple question. Who are you? I want you to start to list all the things that you are...So to demonstrate, I will give you a few "I am" statements about myself. I am a father. I am a husband. I am a music leader. I am a good cook. I am good at golf (ok -- I am ok at golf). Now it is your turn. Take a few moments before reading on to think of some "I am" statements about you. I'll wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you have listed a few, which on came first? Was the first one I am a Christian or I am a child of God or some form of this? Did you look at all the things you are on this earth? I am a father, husband, music leader, cook, and sometimes a good golfer, but first and foremost, I am God's child. All the other things that "I am" are opportunities of ministry that God has blessed me with. I'm blessed with a wife and children. It is a ministry to treat them right and help lead them in the faith of God. I am a music leader. It is a ministry to lead songs of praise and worship. I need to use all these things God gave me as a ministry. We have a church with wonderful ministries. We have a school ministry, music ministry, prayer ministry, stitching ministry, youth ministry, bible studies...so many different ministries. Each ministry is important. Each ministry makes us who we are and whose we are. God blessed each of us and this church with ways to share ministry. None is less important than others...but together, each builds up His kingdom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-7847491704777551480?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/7847491704777551480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=7847491704777551480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/7847491704777551480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/7847491704777551480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-am.html' title='I Am...'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-5082150999910106639</id><published>2010-03-02T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T05:49:53.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Representing and Proud</title><content type='html'>The Olympics are now over. For two weeks, we watched and cheered on our country and its athletes. For two weeks, athletes competed in their sports, not only for pride in themselves but also pride in their country. For two weeks we listened to the news share the countries medal counts and talked about the tremendous stories of the athletes. It was fun to listen to the athletes take pride in who they represented. They were proud to be known as an American, Canadian, Russian, or wherever they were from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can the same be said of us? Can people see us and say that we represent the One who created us? Can people hear us say that we are proud to represent our God? We come to church and worship. We read the Bible and pray. We take the sacrament of Holy Communion and we sing songs. All these things are wonderful and can help us build up our faith walk, but...when you are out in the world, can people see who you represent? Do your words and actions reflect Him? &lt;em&gt;For we are God's workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do. (Ephesians 2:10). &lt;/em&gt;You and I are God's workmanship. We are His -- created by Him to do His work! Share it, show it, live it! You are representing God...Are you proud of this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-5082150999910106639?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/5082150999910106639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=5082150999910106639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/5082150999910106639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/5082150999910106639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2010/03/representing-and-proud.html' title='Representing and Proud'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-5505222600166167628</id><published>2010-02-22T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T18:44:34.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated</title><content type='html'>This past week, my blackberry kept on locking up. Now this is a major inconvenience for me because I carry everything I need on it. It has my calendar, my contacts, my emails, text messages, and it even serves as my cell phone. I must say, my blackberry is one thing that keeps me connected. So when it locks up and I can't get information from it. That is a problem. So after messing with it and finding that I couldn't do anything about it, I talked with Verizon. Turns out when I thought I was keeping the software up to date, well, the software downloads weren't really downloading. A quick software update from Verizon and now it runs as smooth as ever.&lt;br /&gt;As Christians, we need to also stay up to date in our spiritual walk. There is so much at stake in this...our salvation. We have so many ways to keep up to date. We go to church, we read the bible, we spend time in prayer...at least we think we are. But there are things that stop that message, that update from ever reaching our heart and mind. Our focus has to be on Him, in everything we do. We have the means to continue to update...we have the bible, worship, songs, prayers, forgiveness, communion. The Holy Spirit uses these means to help us keep running smooth and up to date. All these things keep us connected with our God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-5505222600166167628?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/5505222600166167628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=5505222600166167628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/5505222600166167628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/5505222600166167628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2010/02/updated.html' title='Updated'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-8054445787967754585</id><published>2010-02-16T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T17:33:55.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Is Going To Take Practice</title><content type='html'>The Olympics are in full swing.  I've enjoyed watching it so far.  I have to admit, some of the events that these athletes are doing are totally amazing.  One event that a lot of people felt shouldn't have been an Olympic sport is curling.  Curling -- sliding a stone down an ice shuffleboard like rink and trying to get it to stop on a bullseye at the other end.  Curling -- a sport where you have two people running down the ice with the stone and sweeping in front of the stone to help direct it to its final destination.  Curling?  A sport?  Well, I had the opportunity to try curling while when I was in Toronto.  Wow, it is a hard sport.  Like those on NBC, I found myself falling on the ice.  It looks so easy, but really it takes a lot of skill.  Those curlers worked hard to master their sport.&lt;br /&gt;The same can be said about sharing the message of Christ.  It looks easy.  I've seen other people talk about their faith and the love of Christ.  I've heard stories and bible passages that support and share who Christ is and what He has done for us.  It seems like it would be so easy to share it with others, but then, we find ourselves failing to share that message.  Why does something that seems so easy, be so hard?  We can pray.  We can sing praises.  We can read His word.  But then sharing Him with others?  Why does this cause us to stumble and fall.  It does take a lot of skill and practice to share the message of Christ with others.   We will sometimes feel like we failed, but if we just add that little spark, the Spirit will take over.  Sharing the message to others, to complete strangers, to our friends, isn't always going to be easy.  But as we continue to practice, it will be easier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-8054445787967754585?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/8054445787967754585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=8054445787967754585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/8054445787967754585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/8054445787967754585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-is-going-to-take-practice.html' title='It Is Going To Take Practice'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-3651597872678919359</id><published>2010-02-09T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T10:26:42.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Opportunity</title><content type='html'>On Monday evening, I was sitting at Starbucks waiting for my daughter to finish volleyball practice. I was working on my chapel for Lutheran High School Northwest and really didn't have any thoughts about what to do. I did know that we were going to sing a few songs, so I started powerpointing those words. As I was working on the songs, I had this strange feeling someone was watching me. I looked to my right to see this young lady looking at me. She immediately starting asking me about what it takes to be saved. She shared her feelings on being saved and having spiritual gifts and was really serious about this discussion. So for the next hour and half, I had the opportunity to share with her the saving message of Jesus Christ. I have to admit though, I wasn't thrilled about doing this at this time. I was contemplating something spiritual to share with those high school students. Something that would 'wow' them to see the light of God. I was wondering why God has put me into these places lately. On the airplane and now here at Starbucks. What was His point...well, He put me there to share Him! I had the opportunity to light the fire in her heart and allow the Holy Spirit to do His work. For an hour and half, we talked about salvation and the love of God. We talked about listening to His word and about spiritual gifts. We talked about being still and what our focus in life should be. From all this...from the discussion we had...God gave me a chapel message. God gave me the opportunity to share with her but also with those kids. What an amazing and awesome God we have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-3651597872678919359?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/3651597872678919359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=3651597872678919359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/3651597872678919359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/3651597872678919359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2010/02/another-opportunity.html' title='Another Opportunity'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-7769188891185096816</id><published>2010-02-01T10:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T17:50:29.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am...</title><content type='html'>I know that this may come to a surprise for many of you, but I have to tell the honest truth. I'm not Hawaiian. Now that some have caught your breath after being in total shock, I just had to be honest about this. Honestly, I'm not German, even though my last name brings out the German in all of us. I'm not Thai. I'm not Chinese or Japanese. I'm Korean. I'm telling you this because my daughter is writing a report on my homeland, South Korea. I'm very proud of this culture, but I really don't live like they do. I live like a normal American and am an American citizen. But when someone asks what country I'm from, I tell them, South Korea. I'm very proud of this and proud to say it. I say it boldly with nothing to be ashamed of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now comes the question...can people see Christ in you? When people look at you, can they see that you have Christ in your heart? Do they see it in your words? In your actions? We all are identified by culture, skin color, sports team apparel, accents and the list could go on. But how many of us are identified as Christ's child? We should be proud of whose we are. We should be proud of what we are and what we will one day recieve. The way you act, talk, carry yourself, shows that we are Christians. We are believers. We are His...say it boldly in all you do! I belong to Him. I am a child of God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-7769188891185096816?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/7769188891185096816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=7769188891185096816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/7769188891185096816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/7769188891185096816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am.html' title='I Am...'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-572715275727874356</id><published>2010-01-25T16:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T17:31:55.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Can Be Best</title><content type='html'>This past Saturday afternoon, I was on my flight home from New Orleans. I boarded the plane and sat down, got out my book with the intention to just sit back, relax and read. As the plane started filling up, a young lady came and sat next to me. She had earphones in and was listening to her Ipod. We both exchanged a pleasant smile and went about our own business. As we were preparing to depart, the flight attendant came up and told the young lady that she had to shut her Ipod completely off. This is when I noticed something...she didn't understand. Her lack of the English language created a major barrier between her and the flight attendant. So the flight attendant told her again, a little more sternly, but she didn't understand. So I leaned over and used one word..."off" and pointed to her Ipod. She smiled and shut off her Ipod. So now a small bond was made and throughout the flight, she asked me questions with her limited English and I tried to explain with words that she could understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple words -- simple terms say a lot. We want to share the Word of God, but the language, the terms, the way to share creates a barrier. Not everyone is at the same level in the faith walk. Some are still needing the simple words while some are needing the deep discussions. We want to say the right things, but maybe, we need to spend time focusing on how we say it. We can share the love of Christ through simple words. These words can be a witness. These words can ignite a fire in someones heart. There are so many that don't understand, so simplify it...say it in a way that those around can understand. It doesn't have to be fancy. It doesn't have to be mind boggling. It doesn't have to be so spiritually deep. Sometimes the simple is the most meaningful. To that young lady...simple meant she understood. To those longing for the love of God, the simple can show them that love. Sometimes, simple is best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-572715275727874356?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/572715275727874356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=572715275727874356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/572715275727874356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/572715275727874356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2010/01/simple-can-be-best.html' title='Simple Can Be Best'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-4761970541035480671</id><published>2010-01-19T11:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T17:56:08.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did You Notice?</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite verses in scripture comes from Psalm 46:10. It says, "Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth." What a powerful verse. But what strikes me the most is the 8 words. "Be still, and know that I am God;" But today, as I was looking at the plaque in my office with this verse, I noticed something for the first time. My plague reads, "Be still and know that I am God" and the bible reads "Be still, and know that I am God". Notice anything different? It is there. The only difference is the comma. Yes, a comma. I never noticed it before, but that comma adds so much to those 8 words. That comma forces me to pause, to be still. That comma separates the two actions. According to Harper's writing center, the purpose of a comma is to indicate to a reader when a sentence calls for a brief pause. This verse has one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how many times I've read this verse and never stopped to think about it in this fashion. As I read, "Be still", I need to be still. I need to pause and let all that God is, sink into me. I need to listen to His voice, see His creation, feel His presence and power, then...then I will know that He "is God". I will never look at this verse again the same way. A comma. A simple comma serves as reminder to pause and see the wonders of our God. "Be still, and know that I am God;" (Psalm 46:10)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-4761970541035480671?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/4761970541035480671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=4761970541035480671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/4761970541035480671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/4761970541035480671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2010/01/did-you-notice.html' title='Did You Notice?'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-6960380334103841105</id><published>2010-01-11T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T06:20:32.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad to Blessing</title><content type='html'>I heard the most amazing thing this past week.  It wasn't something so profound that every person in the world needs to hear, but it made an impact on me at that moment.  While making one of my treks to church, I was listening to the radio.  I wasn't impressed with 97.1 so I was scanning the radio dial.  On one stop, I heard this statement, "I have to thank God for everything.  Even the bad stuff turns out to be a blessing."  Then the radio moved on.&lt;br /&gt;Bad stuff a blessing?  Sure it is.  I have found that when "bad" things are happening in my life, there are other things that helps refocus my faith.  I know that there have been times when I have had the "woe is me" attitude, but then someone or something reminds me that this is a way for me to see the amazing power of our Lord and Savior.  I have seen this happen many times in my life.  Bad things turn out to be blessings.  I grow closer to God through others or through His Word and Sacrament.  I change the focus from me to Him...from bad to blessing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-6960380334103841105?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/6960380334103841105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=6960380334103841105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/6960380334103841105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/6960380334103841105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2010/01/bad-to-blessing.html' title='Bad to Blessing'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-3459512179462272537</id><published>2010-01-05T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T18:14:51.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blessing</title><content type='html'>Tuesday before Christmas was an amazing day for me.  I was at church preparing for Christmas Eve rehearsal, when there was this loud knock at the front door.  As I looked out of the church, I could see this person standing at the front door, pounding their fists against the glass.  As I approached the door, the person waved, pounded some more then motioned at me to open the door.  The gentlemen...well, he was in his mid-40's, well dressed and looked very cold.  So I approached the door and cracked it very slowly.  The gentlemen...was a blessing.  He wasn't there to cause trouble, but he had read about our troubles.  He talked to me about his job, his income, his heart...then he gave me a check.  It was all he could afford to give, but he wanted to give to the church and school to help replace the lost items.  It was enough to cover even one item, but it he wanted to give all that he could afford.  The gentlemen...he was a blessing.  I will never forget that conversation.  With tears in my eyes, I thanked him and offered him a quick prayer and he left.  On that cold night with snow flurries in the air, Living Word was blessed.  I was blessed.  God does work in miraculous ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-3459512179462272537?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/3459512179462272537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=3459512179462272537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/3459512179462272537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/3459512179462272537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2010/01/blessing.html' title='A Blessing'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-5225758228241743309</id><published>2009-12-20T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T16:37:52.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Gift</title><content type='html'>Another Christmas season has come and gone. Some of us got what we wanted and some...well, we will say that we might not have gotten exactly what was on our list. So we made our way back out to the store to return the NSA (aka. Not-So-Awesome) gift. We smile and say thank you then start making plans on returning the gift to find something that we want. We return that NSA gift so we can find that perfect gift we desire.&lt;br /&gt;The perfect gift. During the Christmas season, we are reminded that we have been given the perfect gift. We have the gift that doesn't require that fake smile or that not so sincere "thank you". We have been given the perfect gift...the gift of Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior. This gift never stops, never needs batteries, never breaks...it always is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big thank you to everyone who added with special music and programs throughout the Advent and Christmas season. Living Word was blessed with an ECC and Kindergarten Christmas program, 1st and 2nd grade choir, 3rd-5th grade choir, 6th-8th grade readers, church choir, handbell choir, soloists, Kingdom Quest Christmas Service, sound managers, worship teams...and the list can go on. Each child and adult played an important part in sharing the message of Christ's Birth with all of us. Thank you again for all your time and efforts in preparing and presenting the story of Christ's birth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-5225758228241743309?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/5225758228241743309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=5225758228241743309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/5225758228241743309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/5225758228241743309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2009/12/perfect-gift.html' title='Perfect Gift'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-370055399240814920</id><published>2009-12-16T08:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T13:33:29.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is God's Plan</title><content type='html'>I have had the privilege of serving at Living Word about three years now. There are been struggles, but the positives outweigh the negatives. So as sit and write this music minute, I am contemplating one question..."God, what is Your plan? I know that "in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose." It says it in Romans 8:28. I also know that "it is God who works in you to will and act according to his good purpose". It says that in Philippians 2:13. But do you ever stop and wonder what God's plan is for you? For Living Word? Through all this, I was reminded of the story of Joseph. He went through many struggles in his life. He was hated by his brothers, thrown into a well, sold as a slave, accused by Potiphar's wife of an extra marital affair, thrown in prison, lived through a famine...all to become Pharaoh's second in command. From hardships to riches. From thinking God had left him to knowing that God was always leading him. I'm sure through all the hard times, Joseph wondered what was God's plan for him. But through all his hardship, his struggles, He allowed God to lead and God's plan took shape for him. So what is your famine? What is your imprisonment? What is your well? What is your slavery? Through all the hard times in life, we need to learn from Joseph. We need to put our our trust in God and allow God to lead. Our struggles are nothing for God. He has a plan. He has a purpose for us, for Living Word, for His people. What it is and how it will take place...that is up to Him, not us. We need to have faith and understanding that through Him "all things work for the good of those who love him...according to His purpose."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-370055399240814920?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/370055399240814920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=370055399240814920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/370055399240814920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/370055399240814920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-is-gods-plan.html' title='It is God&apos;s Plan'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-1439052411914518877</id><published>2009-12-15T18:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T05:29:29.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Icy Roads</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp2ha9eYPZA/Syjgk28gMbI/AAAAAAAAADk/g_Pb8bnwrEA/s1600-h/icy%2520roads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 237px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415825475742216626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp2ha9eYPZA/Syjgk28gMbI/AAAAAAAAADk/g_Pb8bnwrEA/s320/icy%2520roads.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has happened again. We have had to drive carefully because of icy roads. On Sunday morning as I was heading to church on Silver Bell, coming over a hill was a Hummer. The road looked ok, but it was still dark. The road looked only wet, but looks can be deceiving. Now we all know that this past Sunday morning wasn't the greatest of road conditions. The driver of the Hummer didn't care until they hit a patch of ice and swerved up an embankment, only to come back on the road safely. No matter what vehicle you drive, icy roads can cause you problems. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How many times are we like the driver of the Hummer? There are times when we live our lives like nothing will ever happen. We think we are protected and indestructible. But the world around us is hard. We are surrounded with temptations that cause us to slip off the path that God intends for us. We see things and assume that nothing can harm us, but when we hit those stumbling blocks we swerve out of control. Thank God that he can steer us back on the right path. He guides us back onto the road so we can continue living our lives for Him. There are a lot of icy patches in our lives. We just need to allow Him to steer us through the icy parts of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-1439052411914518877?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/1439052411914518877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=1439052411914518877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/1439052411914518877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/1439052411914518877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2009/12/icy-roads.html' title='Icy Roads'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp2ha9eYPZA/Syjgk28gMbI/AAAAAAAAADk/g_Pb8bnwrEA/s72-c/icy%2520roads.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-5741556207509224171</id><published>2009-12-02T05:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T05:59:22.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Hear Those Bells?</title><content type='html'>Christmas season is now upon us. It is that time again of the hectic schedules, Christmas programs, Christmas parties, worship services...it is go, go, go! As I was working preparing for the Christmas services, I was listening to the song "I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day" by Casting Crowns. As I was listening I couldn't help but think of the all the things that I knew had to be done before Christmas Eve. All those things started going through my mind until the words "Does anybody hear them?". Does anybody hear the bells on Christmas Day? I find that throughout this Christmas season, I get so caught up in what needs to be done, that I fail to stop and listen. I fail to hear those bells announcing the birth of my Lord and Savior. I work so hard to sharing the message with others, that I don't allow that message to sink into me. The message is clear...the message is exciting...the message is right before me. I know that I have a hectic schedule like a lot of people, but I must stop and hear the those bells. I need to listen and the hear the news of Christ's birth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-5741556207509224171?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/5741556207509224171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=5741556207509224171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/5741556207509224171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/5741556207509224171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-season-is-now-upon-us.html' title='Can You Hear Those Bells?'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-8953605417972119064</id><published>2009-11-23T04:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:10:29.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Thanks</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving has come and passed. We took the day to give thanks for the blessings we have been given. We are thankful for family, friends, home, food on the table, health, life...and the list could go on and on. Thanksgiving is a day, obviously, give thanks. But what about everyday? Shouldn't everyday be a day to give thanks? Scripture says, "Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good; his love endures forever." (Psalm 118:1) We should be giving thanks daily! Each day is a day to celebrate the grace that our Lord has given us. Each day is a day to celebrate the blessings God has bestowed upon us. Each day is a day to give thanks for life and those around us. God does want to hear the rejoicing also, not just on one day of the year, but everyday. "This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it." (Psalm 118:24)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-8953605417972119064?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/8953605417972119064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=8953605417972119064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/8953605417972119064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/8953605417972119064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2009/11/giving-thanks.html' title='Giving Thanks'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-6518014395066367813</id><published>2009-11-17T05:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T05:53:59.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Is Your Focus?</title><content type='html'>Focus...so hard to do sometimes.   Ever find yourself unable to focus while in church?  The people across from you might be moving or have a different hair cut.  The door opens in the back of church and you can see it where you are sitting, so you watch that person walking in.  Focus...staying focused in worship is hard.  Wondering what is on the menu for either lunch or dinner.  What tasks we have to do on this day.  Wondering who gave an offering or if your own offering was given. Focus...where should it be.  Our focus should be on the cross.  Our focus should be on the Word of God.  As we examine our sinful nature and lift it up to the Lord, our focus shouldn't be on the sins of others.  Focus...our focus should be on the forgiveness that Christ gave you as it is pronounced in absolution or as we receive the body and blood of our Lord.  Focus...the focus should be on the message in the music.  The focus should be on meaning of those powerful words of prayer.  The focus should and needs to be God.  So hard to do sometimes.  Where is your focus in worship?  Ever catch yourself not focused on the right things in worship?  I do -- so I take a deep breath...and focus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-6518014395066367813?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/6518014395066367813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=6518014395066367813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/6518014395066367813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/6518014395066367813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2009/11/where-is-your-focus.html' title='Where Is Your Focus?'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-5968905037336243067</id><published>2009-11-09T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T18:41:11.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Simple Smile</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting the back of the church packing things up when I feel this presence standing next to me. I look up and see this bright smiling face. I acknowledge them, but they just continue to smile. After an awkward pause, I thank them for coming. The response...nothing. No words, no head nod...nothing, but a smile. Then they turned and walked away. What a strange experience, but one that was powerful. A smile...a simple smile impacted my day. I wish I could tell you who it was or find that person again and say thank you, but I haven't see that person since. All I can remember is that smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are people with many words. We sometimes feel that we have to say something. We have to respond or we have to be able to speak our mind or feelings. We are a people that sometimes feel we have to say words in order to share the love of Christ to people. But there are times when words mean nothing. All it takes is a simple and meaningful smile. When I picture Christ, I don't see a person who is talking. I don't see someone who is trying to tell me what I have done; good or bad. I see a face...with a smile. I see a loving God who knows when I have done wrong, but looks at me with those loving and tender eyes and smiles. It is the smile that impacts my day. Nothing fancy, it is just so simple. That smile that says, I love you. So I try to do the same...share the love of Christ...and smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-5968905037336243067?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/5968905037336243067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=5968905037336243067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/5968905037336243067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/5968905037336243067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2009/11/simple-smile.html' title='A Simple Smile'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-221789460630587729</id><published>2009-11-02T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T19:14:43.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still In the Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp2ha9eYPZA/Su-faWSIZoI/AAAAAAAAACo/kp_407QAFNs/s1600-h/prayer3-main_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399709753247557250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp2ha9eYPZA/Su-faWSIZoI/AAAAAAAAACo/kp_407QAFNs/s320/prayer3-main_Full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Volleyball season has ended. It was a fun time, but a lot of work. One of the things that the team finally started realizing was that even if the ball wasn't coming directly to them, they were still part of the play. It was their role, their job, to help tell their teammates what was happening on the court. It was their job to help their teammate make good decisions during play. There was no such thing as being "out of the play".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The same is true in the church. You are never out of the play. There are so many opportunities to bring Christ to the people. There are opportunities for you to use your talents help build up the ministry or build up someone. You are always in the play. I know that I'm not gifted in many different parts of ministry, but that doesn't mean I'm out of the play. I still have a major role and so do you. You might not be able to build a float. You might not be able to teach children in Sunday school or VBS. You might not be able to give a lot of your time at church because your schedule just doesn't allow it. But you are still not out of the play. Just like in volleyball, the other players have to help their teammates out. We must do the same. You aren't out of the play because you can help...help through prayer. Yes, you can help by praying. Asking God to bless the ministry. Bless the opportunities. Bless the efforts of His people. You are a vital part of the play. Your work builds up the team and keeps the play going. Stay in the play...just take the time to pray!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-221789460630587729?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/221789460630587729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=221789460630587729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/221789460630587729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/221789460630587729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2009/11/still-in-play.html' title='Still In the Play'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp2ha9eYPZA/Su-faWSIZoI/AAAAAAAAACo/kp_407QAFNs/s72-c/prayer3-main_Full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-2756733168509104517</id><published>2009-10-25T18:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T18:53:06.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Member or Disciple</title><content type='html'>Member...very strange word to use in a church.  I have often wondered why churches call their parishioner "members".  To be a member of something means you are entitled to something.  If you are a member of a country club, you are entitled to use their facilities.  If you are member of an organization, you are entitled to receive their updates and attend their conferences.  Member...is it really a word that a church should use?  Who are the people in the church?  Disciples.  We are all disciples of our Lord.  Our purpose is to bring Christ to others.  Our purpose is to serve our Lord.  You don't have to be a Pastor or a Lutheran School Teacher.  You don't have to be strong in scripture or have the most powerful faith.  You just have to be the way God created you to be.  You have been called to be His disciple.  In your job, you are a disciple.  On vacation, you are a disciple.  In worship, you are a disciple.  God has called you to be His disciple no matter what job or position you have.  Being a disciple is more than just filling a seat in church and expecting the message to be brought to you.  Being a disciple is taking that message out...sharing it...living it...being it.  Member or Disciple...which one are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-2756733168509104517?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/2756733168509104517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=2756733168509104517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/2756733168509104517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/2756733168509104517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2009/10/member-or-disciple.html' title='Member or Disciple'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-5963826622802821922</id><published>2009-10-20T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T19:53:57.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Positive Marks</title><content type='html'>The thing I disliked the most as a teacher was grading papers. I knew that I had to assign homework in religion in order to base a grade on knowledge of our subject, but still, I really disliked grading. I would look at the 150+ papers I had to grade and just cringe. Not because I didn't want to see what the students knew, but because grading papers meant, I had to find what was wrong. I had to look at the negative aspect of their knowledge and there were a few that had a lot of negative marks on their papers. It was the hardest part of teaching for me. Because of the way I ran the class, I wanted to make sure that the positives were pointed out as well. Yes, I graded them. And yes, there were papers with a lot of negative marks -- it wasn't fun at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During hard times in our economy, families, work, etc., we tend to dwell on the negatives. We see where things are messed up or where things just didn't go right. When we talk about our lives, we dwell on what could have been or what is going wrong. It is easy for us to see the negative marks and that is all we share. Negative marks are easy to share with others or easy to ask people to pray about. Negative marks are easy to use as an excuse for lack of service to God or reasons why we might not serve our Lord. Negative marks can bring down a person and a church. It is during the hardest times, that the church is the strongest. We have the opportunity to share and thank God for the things we do have. We have things that God has provided to us. We have the opportunity to worship and praise His name. Why not, share that...share the positive marks. We should be thanking God for the gifts that He has given us. For the food on the table, people who love us, the opportunity to worship, and much, much more. When things are bad, you have to also look at the positive -- you have to be thankful for your blessings. It is positive marks that lift people's spirits and helps refocus our own hearts. It is the positive marks that show our Lord how much we are thankful for the blessings He has given. Yes, negative marks happen, but allow God to show you how He has blessed you and then...thank Him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-5963826622802821922?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/5963826622802821922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=5963826622802821922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/5963826622802821922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/5963826622802821922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2009/10/positive-marks.html' title='Positive Marks'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-8405603551858592584</id><published>2009-10-13T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T20:10:09.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bringing People or Bringing Christ</title><content type='html'>As this volleyball season is starting to wind down, I have had a change of heart of how to coach this team. In the beginning of the season, I was working so hard to make them understand this game and the skills that they need to accomplish in order to play the game. I was focused on teaching them the game in ways that had brought my past teams success. But as the season progressed, I realized that I was coming about this all wrong. I need to teach the game so that they can appreciate it and learn it in their time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so much like the church. We want to share the message of Christ to the world. We want all people, all nations to experience the saving Grace of our Lord and Savior. But many times we come about this all wrong. We want to go out and bring people to Christ, instead of bringing Christ to the people. We should share Christ and allow the Holy Spirit to work in them. This means in all of our professions, in worship, in our free time, in all we do. We need to be bringing Christ to the people by our words, actions, worship and prayer. Then allow the Spirit to work in them. We won't be able to change the heart of people or make them become what we want them to become, but the Holy Spirit can work in their heart and help them understand the grace of Christ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-8405603551858592584?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/8405603551858592584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=8405603551858592584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/8405603551858592584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/8405603551858592584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2009/10/bringing-people-or-bringing-christ.html' title='Bringing People or Bringing Christ'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-7639967887969955355</id><published>2009-10-05T18:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T19:54:56.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Me-nistry Syndrome</title><content type='html'>I've often wondered what the focus of serving in the church is all about.  There are days when I have walked into my office, turned on the computer, sat down, opened my bible and struggled with the purpose of being there.  There are times when I listen to people talk about issues in their lives and that they just can't give up something to serve.  It is truly amazing what reasons people have or where their focus is.  I have even caught myself with the "me-nistry" syndrome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about this.  Each person is part of God's ministry.  The words we speak, the works we do, the attitudes and behaviors we have is all part of ministry for our Lord.  When things don't go the way we want or during this hard time in our country, city, and home, ministry turns into "me-nistry".  We get so caught up in what we "need", what we are "deserving" to have or to do.  When money is down, we don't give to the church, financially or through our talents.  When our schedules are busy, we don't take the time for God in worship, word, or sacrament.  We ask or demand, what is in it for me.  That is "me-nistry".  We only want what is best for me and our focus is on what we want or deserve.  Ministry isn't about us, but Him.  Is "me" getting in the way of Him?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-7639967887969955355?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/7639967887969955355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=7639967887969955355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/7639967887969955355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/7639967887969955355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2009/10/me-nistry-syndrome.html' title='The Me-nistry Syndrome'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-9075570729152691176</id><published>2009-09-29T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T19:40:51.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God is my Strength</title><content type='html'>I’m frustrated. I have to admit, I’m frustrated. Each day is getting harder and harder. The schedule I’m running is getting more and more hectic. I feel like I’m not focused on the opportunity I have to serve and more focused on the things I have to do. There are nights when I can’t sleep because my mind is constantly running through the schedule of what needs to happen the next day. It is frustrating. Yes, that is what I have been feeling the past few weeks. But then today, I was reviewing my song based on Hebrews 15:2. It says…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The Lord is my strength and my song; he has become my salvation.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He is my God, and I will praise him, my father’s God, and I will exalt him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The Lord is my strength. The Lord has given me the ability to continue to work through all these things. He is the one that will guide me. He is the one that will walk with me and even carry me when times are tough. He is the one that will always be there, in good and hard times. The Lord; our strength! Because of His great love for us, because of His strength, I have nothing to do but praise Him…even in frustrating times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-9075570729152691176?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/9075570729152691176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=9075570729152691176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/9075570729152691176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/9075570729152691176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2009/09/god-is-my-strength.html' title='God is my Strength'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-6847580796800771840</id><published>2009-09-21T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T18:35:38.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Bit of Work</title><content type='html'>I guess I'm going to write about volleyball again.  Yes, again I have been preaching (so to speak) to the girls that the volleyball doesn't magically turn and come directly to you so that you can make the pass.  I have been telling them over and over again that they have to move to the ball.  This means, they have to work to beat the ball so that they can make that perfect pass.  I know that volleyball would be so much easier if they didn't have to move for the ball, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, that isn't how the game is played.  So we practice and practice learning the movement.  You know what...when they do move, they can make a wonderful pass.  A little bit of work helps make the game a lot easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of work is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;required&lt;/span&gt; of us in worship.  We can't just walk in to worship and expect it all to be spoon fed to us.  We can't expect the word to always come to us.  No, we have to work at keeping our focus on God; on the message.  I know that there are people who can find things to distract them in worship.  They look to see if others are praying or if people are singing along.  All these things keep them from worshiping.  To worship God, means you have to work to focus on the message.  You have to work to hear and understand the Word.  You have to work so that all the distractions around you won't keep you from the message.  So when you are in worship, don't just sit back and expect it to come to you...a little bit of work helps make the message easier to understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-6847580796800771840?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/6847580796800771840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=6847580796800771840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/6847580796800771840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/6847580796800771840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-bit-of-work.html' title='A Little Bit of Work'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-4180870375343315020</id><published>2009-09-13T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T15:37:13.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Victories Will Happen</title><content type='html'>I have taken on the task this year of coaching high school freshmen volleyball. It has been an eye opening experience. Each girl has their gifts and talents, some of them are better at one skill than others, but each one is very much a vital part of this team. It was the first practice when I came in and starting talking about base position, defense, setter, ready position and other things, that I got that "lost in space" look from them. Many of them never heard of these volleyball terms, let alone even tried them. So the task of teaching has begun, one small step at a time. I have talked to them about "do the small things right and victories will come".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing the small things right and victories will come. How true in our Christian walk. There is a very, very (did I say very) small chance that any of us will save this world. There is a very, very (again, did I say very) small chance than any of us will save Oakland County or even Rochester. Our focus is sometimes on the big things that we should be doing, but if we do the small things, victories will come. Are we treating other with respect or are we talking about them behind their back? Are we willing to pray for someone in need? Are we willing to forgive? Are we willing to spend time in scripture so that our faith walk will grow? It is the small things that we do that will bring about victories for Christ. It will show others what we believe and how we want to live our lives. It is the example of Lord that we share and then...someday, sometime...victories will happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-4180870375343315020?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/4180870375343315020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=4180870375343315020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/4180870375343315020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/4180870375343315020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2009/09/victories-will-happen.html' title='Victories Will Happen'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-1069870221721926635</id><published>2009-09-08T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T19:46:30.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can Keep It Simple</title><content type='html'>I have my hands on my head.  My eyes are closed.  I'm sitting at the computer trying to write this deep thought that would bring about some spiritual sense to people and to myself.  I'm suffering from writers block.  Nothing is clicking.  No deep thoughts come to mind.  So I stand up, walk around, fiddle on Facebook, take a deep breath, anything to bring some deep thought to mind.  But nothing...or is it something.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we get so caught up in trying to have the deepest thought about our faith or try to share some sort of words that would sink deep into the hearts and minds of people.  We try to use big words or make statements that sound "intelligent".  We dig deep into the spiritual meaning of things, when all we need is something simple.  Simple works.  Everyone is at a different spiritual walk in life.  To some, deep and intense thinking is what they are longing for, but for some, simple is best.  Jesus did this.  He spoke deep to those who thought they were the smartest or were higher than others.  He spoke deep to make a point, then, for those who were trying to understand, it was simple.  So as I was pounding my head for a great concept to write about, God was showing me that sometimes the simple message is just as important and makes a great impact.  You can share God's love through the simple things.  It just might be the way to bring others to see His love also.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-1069870221721926635?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/1069870221721926635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=1069870221721926635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/1069870221721926635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/1069870221721926635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-can-keep-it-simple.html' title='You Can Keep It Simple'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-1172326244528354437</id><published>2009-09-01T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T20:26:58.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thunderstorms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp2ha9eYPZA/Sp3l8i0AXrI/AAAAAAAAACE/W8DIJx-V1JA/s1600-h/473920107_b9f018b76b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376706358450085554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp2ha9eYPZA/Sp3l8i0AXrI/AAAAAAAAACE/W8DIJx-V1JA/s320/473920107_b9f018b76b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I attended a meeting for the National Youth Gathering over this past weekend. The meeting was good. I learned a lot and the gathering is taking shape. Sunday was a travel home day for us. I left the hotel and headed to the airport unaware the Atlanta was getting hit by a major thunderstorm. This storm delayed my flight and canceled my connection home. When we finally landed in Atlanta, the airline had already rebooked me to the last possible flight into Flint. But there were 3 flights coming into Flint before that "last flight". So I talked with the airline and tried to get onboard an earlier flight. The lady I spoke with wasn't happy about working, in fact, didn't seem happy about anything. Everyone was in the same boat. Everyone wasn't happy. Everyone just needed to stop and relook at things. A day that was supposed to be smooth turned into a "thunderstorm".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many days that "thunderstorms" play havoc with our lives. We expect life to be smooth. We expect everything to just go as we plan, but God has other plans. Tough situations come upon us and we must deal with them in a way that shows our faith in Christ. There were people yelling at the lady behind the counter to get their flight rebooked. I even caught myself getting frustrated with her, but I never raised my voice. It wasn't her fault, she didn't cause the storm. God's plan didn't really help with our perfectly smooth plan for the day. He had a plan for me to be involved in this. Maybe it was just to say "thank you" to the lady behind the counter as I got my seat on standby? Maybe it was show a calm voice to those who were yelling at her. I don't know why it happened, but it did, all to His glory. I got home, a little later than expected, but safe. Praise God for the "thunderstorm". It makes you stop and think of His power.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-1172326244528354437?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/1172326244528354437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=1172326244528354437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/1172326244528354437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/1172326244528354437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2009/09/thunderstorms.html' title='Thunderstorms'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp2ha9eYPZA/Sp3l8i0AXrI/AAAAAAAAACE/W8DIJx-V1JA/s72-c/473920107_b9f018b76b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-7269702604492226951</id><published>2009-08-25T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T20:16:03.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Serve (1 Peter 4:10)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp2ha9eYPZA/SpSo4BqhaWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Q4s3O3skfhY/s1600-h/serve+one+another+in+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374105935832770914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp2ha9eYPZA/SpSo4BqhaWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Q4s3O3skfhY/s320/serve+one+another+in+love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was mowing the lawn when it hit me. I was given the school year theme of Serve One Another in Love from 1 Peter 4:10. So I started working on a theme song that would best fit the school year and bring out the theme. So I went out to mow the lawn. I do a lot of thinking while mowing. It is my private time. No one bothers me. I get no phone calls or emails. I can just push the mower and allow my mind to think. So I'm thinking and it comes to me and I had to stop mowing before I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Serve (1 Peter 4:10)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serve one another in love&lt;br /&gt;Serve the Father above&lt;br /&gt;Serve with a servant heart&lt;br /&gt;Serve, do your part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serve with gladness everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Father, Spirit, Son.&lt;br /&gt;We all have gifts God provides,&lt;br /&gt;To share His love, Him glorified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach out to others with a loving heart.&lt;br /&gt;Don't complain about doing your part.&lt;br /&gt;It is God's grace that we share.&lt;br /&gt;So take God's love everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So serve the Lord with a servant heart.&lt;br /&gt;So share His word. Do Your part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Special thanks to members of the music ministry team who helped with musical ideas and with the recording of this song! You can check out the song by going to the church website at &lt;a href="http://www.livword.net/"&gt;http://www.livword.net/&lt;/a&gt;. Scroll down and click on the church link. There is a link to the song on the music ministry page.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-7269702604492226951?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/7269702604492226951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=7269702604492226951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/7269702604492226951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/7269702604492226951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2009/08/serve-1-peter-410.html' title='Serve (1 Peter 4:10)'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp2ha9eYPZA/SpSo4BqhaWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Q4s3O3skfhY/s72-c/serve+one+another+in+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-516295665543355608</id><published>2009-08-18T17:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T18:04:04.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guests</title><content type='html'>Just recently I had to make a quick stop at Kroger to pick up a few items.  As I was walking through the store, there stood a young lady who looked very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;familiar&lt;/span&gt;.  I thought nothing of it until she happened into the same aisle I was in.  So I asked if I knew her from somewhere.  She mentioned that we had talked before at Living Word one Sunday morning.  I asked her how she was doing.  She explained that she came to Living Word twice.  Both times, she didn't feel welcomed at all.  The people sitting next to her didn't talk with her, even during sharing the peace.  She didn't attend communion because she just didn't feel like she was part of this church family.  When the service was over, she told me that not one person ever said anything to her, except myself on her first visit.  She mentioned that I was busy on her second visit.  But she didn't feel welcomed by people.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;apologized&lt;/span&gt; for this and invited her back.  She hasn't come back yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have our friends in our church.  We feel comfortable talking with them and at times, seek them out to visit with.  Our ministry is also in this building.  We tend to talk about sharing the Word with those out in the community, but what about in our own building.  We need to step outside of our normal group and welcome those around.  We need to share the love and peace of God with those who step into our building to worship.  We say that everyone is welcome, so we, as a church, need to practice this.  We have been having many visitors in the past months.  It is a blessing to have them worship with us.  We should thank them and welcome them.  The church isn't just our members, the church is everyone.  Each person should feel a part of the family of God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-516295665543355608?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/516295665543355608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=516295665543355608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/516295665543355608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/516295665543355608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2009/08/guests.html' title='Guests'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-4694065655732066048</id><published>2009-08-11T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T20:56:57.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Ready for Some Football</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I will have the honor of watching the Indianapolis Colts play the Minnesota Vikings in Indianapolis this week. I love watching football and love seeing the strategy that goes into playing the game. Now this game is only a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-season game and the first one for both teams, so I know that I won't be watching much of the starting lineups. I'll see the backup players as they try to do the things to impress the coach so they can make the team. These players might not have the household names, but they have the talent and the ability to play the game. You never know watching these games, you might be watching the next NFL pro-bowler or hall of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;famer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are times in our lives when we feel that we are working to impress our coach, God. We do many things to show that we are Christian, but the problem is, we are doing things to &lt;em&gt;show&lt;/em&gt; we are Christians. It has nothing to do with what is right or what God has commanded, it is all about ourselves. We walk around trying to build ourselves up so much that we forget about who we are serving. We work so hard to impress God, to make Him see us, that we forget that we don't have to impress Him at all, only serve. We don't need to work to make the team, we are already on it. All we have to do is follow the play that He has set before us. All we have to do is serve Him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-4694065655732066048?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/4694065655732066048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=4694065655732066048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/4694065655732066048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/4694065655732066048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2009/08/are-you-ready-for-some-football.html' title='Are You Ready for Some Football'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-3722628850217044128</id><published>2009-08-04T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T13:28:45.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garage Sales</title><content type='html'>My wife and I enjoy finding garage sales.  She is what her family calls a "garage sale expert".  She can find deals and things for next to nothing.  She found curtain valances for our family room.  She has found curtains for the dining room and living room.  She found a laptop computer that really works and a basketball goal.  All for next to nothing (in some cases, nothing).  We search the newspapers for garage sales and watch for signs.  It is something we enjoy doing and has turned into a challenging adventure.&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness God didn't search for a deal to save us.  He knew the price He had to pay for us and that was full price...the life of His only Son.   There was no picking around piles to find us.  There wasn't any bargaining or leaving us behind because He thought we weren't worth the price.  He was willing to pay for us in full...no strings attached.  God looked at us and knew that we were something He wanted and He was willing to give it all for us.  He didn't see junk, only something special.  What a precious thing we are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-3722628850217044128?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/3722628850217044128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=3722628850217044128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/3722628850217044128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/3722628850217044128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2009/08/garage-sales.html' title='Garage Sales'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-2112354011728042846</id><published>2009-07-28T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T18:16:44.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Pinch</title><content type='html'>I am currently working on installing a fountain in the flower bed in the front of our house.  I found the pond base at a garage sale and have always wanted to add a water feature to our home.  We went out and purchased a small pump and a large flower pot that I am going to push the water up into.  Everything was going well.  I dug the hole and leveled it.  Then I added the pump, the tubing, and the river rock.  Finally, I got to place the flower pot on top of the rocks.  Then the moment of truth.  I added the water and watched it flow.  Problem...the tubing was pinched so the pressure was cut off and the water wasn't flowing like it was intended.  So I had to remove part of the fountain and fix the pinch tubing.  Amazing how many problems a little pinch in the tubing caused the fountain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the same way in our Christian walk.  We work hard to walk the walk, talk the talk, but the moment there is a little pressure to either share our faith vocally or by action, that little pinch stops us from being the witness that we are called to be.  The pinch effects who we are and doesn't allow God to shine through us.  Thank goodness that God see our troubles and rebuilds us through word and sacrament.  He fixes the pinch so that when the opportunity arises again, the message of God will flow freely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-2112354011728042846?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/2112354011728042846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=2112354011728042846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/2112354011728042846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/2112354011728042846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-pinch.html' title='A Little Pinch'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-3705908405696625897</id><published>2009-07-20T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T06:54:10.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Ministry</title><content type='html'>Ministry. Many people talk about it. Many people share what they think ministry is. Many people struggle to see that they are part of the ministry of God. I love to talk about sharing my love for our Lord through music and worship. It is a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; to lead God's people in worship. It is an honor to worship with everyone. What I do is ministry. But it doesn't stop there. You see, my ministry is more than just my position at Living Word Lutheran Church. My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ministry&lt;/span&gt; extends further than that. God gave me a wife and family. This is part of my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ministry&lt;/span&gt;, to love, support and lead them. God gave me friends. This is part of my ministry, to support, listen and pray for them. God has allowed me to be part of this community. This is part of my ministry, to demonstrate and show Him in all my words and actions. My ministry doesn't stop after the 11:00 worship is over, it continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people don't see that what they do is ministry. The way they treat a co-worker. They way they act in a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;. The way they drive. The way they talk. Everything they do is ministry. When you build up the kingdom of God through what you do...that is ministry. You are and will always be part of God's plan to grow His kingdom. He has you doing what you do for a reason...that is ministry. Live your life like God intended. After all, people are watching, listening and understanding. Do they see a disciple of God? Do they see your ministry?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-3705908405696625897?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/3705908405696625897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=3705908405696625897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/3705908405696625897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/3705908405696625897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2009/07/thats-ministry.html' title='That&apos;s Ministry'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-1009219308140124656</id><published>2009-07-11T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T19:59:55.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All-Star Games</title><content type='html'>I enjoy watching all-star games.  Football, baseball, hockey, basketball, college sports, it is all good.  I really enjoy watching players from different teams, different systems, different coaches come together and play as a team.  During the season, they battle it out against each other.  Then when the all-star game comes about, they together with other players from the same division or conference to accomplish the same goal and that is to win.  Players come together and support and cheer each other on.  For one game, everyone is the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can learn a lot from the all-star games.  We all come from different backgrounds.  Raised in different ways.  Have different ideas of what worship is.  Have different gifts, talents, levels of faith.  We do what we are gifted in.  But when it comes to the church, the body of Christ, we are all on the same team.  This means, we shouldn't be condemning, backstabbing, gossiping, putting each other down.  We shouldn't be acting like we are better than others or building ourselves up at others expense.  We shouldn't be putting down styles of worship or the way a fellow believer worships.  We are all on the same team.  We are all brought together to worship and build up the body of Christ.  Differences should be celebrated, not condemned.  Gifts and talents should be used and be thanked, not put down.  Coming together makes the church stronger and puts our focus on Him.  We are one team for His purpose!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-1009219308140124656?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/1009219308140124656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=1009219308140124656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/1009219308140124656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/1009219308140124656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2009/07/all-star-games.html' title='All-Star Games'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-4552755999589187630</id><published>2009-06-28T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T19:12:15.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Titles</title><content type='html'>I've had many job titles over the past 16 years. It is amazing what a title can get you. When I was teaching in Indianapolis, I would use certain titles for certain jobs. For example, when I was planning choir tours, I would use the title "Director of Choirs". When I was working on student council activities, I would use "Student Activities Coordinator". I had titles that I could use for all sorts of things, from coaching to crisis planning to even working at the ice cream shop. I had a title. Now here, I have a title again. The title helps in knowing what I do, but does the title help in showing who or whose I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the hardest title that I have isn't one for my earthly position. It is my heavenly title of servant. There are times when this title gets in the way. To truly be living up to the title of servant is to put Jesus and others first. That is a very hard thing to do. My ego and earthly desires stand in my way. When you are servant, you aren't getting extra love from God. You aren't getting a bigger and better place in the heavenly kingdom. You are serving...giving of yourself for others, for our heavenly Father. There are times when I don't deserve this title, but God, out of love for us, continues to forgive and stamps that title back on us so we can better His kingdom. So what is the title God is giving you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-4552755999589187630?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/4552755999589187630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=4552755999589187630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/4552755999589187630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/4552755999589187630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2009/06/titles.html' title='Titles'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-8674694283317359639</id><published>2009-06-23T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T19:45:57.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running the Race</title><content type='html'>I just heard a remarkable story about the Boston Marathon.  It was the dream of this lady to run in the Boston Marathon.  Her dream came true as she qualified.  So her and her husband packed their bags and headed for Boston.  As the race began, her husband waved and cheered her off, then after careful planning, he had it set that he could see her at three different points of the race.  At each point, he would yell her name and cheer her on.  At the final point, just before the final turn to the finish line, he arrived and yelled her name and cheered her on.  This gave her the strength to finish the race.  As the story was finishing up, she commented that if it wasn't for him cheering her on, she might not have made it.  His cheering gave her strength. &lt;br /&gt;Our God is cheering us on in our race.  He was there when we started and has many points along the race to cheer you on.  He calls out to you by name, giving you encouragement to finish the race.  Our God doesn't stop cheering, even if we stumble along the path.  He will continue to holler for you to get up and continue forward.  What an amazing God.  He wants us to finish the race; the race to our heavenly home.  Look around, listen, God is cheering you on.  Can you hear him?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-8674694283317359639?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/8674694283317359639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=8674694283317359639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/8674694283317359639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/8674694283317359639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2009/06/running-race.html' title='Running the Race'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-3710713001478438052</id><published>2009-06-16T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T19:43:51.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp2ha9eYPZA/SjhYVQkzJSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/O4tMRXUlg8w/s1600-h/DSCF5054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348121679752275234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp2ha9eYPZA/SjhYVQkzJSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/O4tMRXUlg8w/s320/DSCF5054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My son, Joey, joined the cub scouts. He is starting as a Tiger Scout and is thrilled to be part of this. This last weekend his pack had a camping trip. This was his first official event as a Tiger Scout. So we loaded up and went with his pack and camped. Because it was such late notice for myself, we only spent one night there so I could be back for the weekend worship services. But that one night, those 18 hours were a delight. Joey was excited about everything. Cooking dinner in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aluminium&lt;/span&gt; foil, seeing a racoon in a tree above us, walking and seeing fish in a lake, sleeping in a sleeping bag and tent, the flag raising, and most of all (the main reason why we went) to learn to shoot a BB gun. It was a thrill for him. His face was beaming. He was excited to do what little he got to do. He talked about it to me and had a grin on his face from ear to ear. I loved spending every moment with him. I loved watching him being excited about the little things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the same for us as Christians. We have opportunities to do things, to share the message of Christ, to enjoy the creation He has given us. We have the opportunity to enjoy the moment that God has given us. It isn't always the big things that bring joy, but the small things. Seeing a deer eating by the side of the road, watching the sun set, feeling a gentle breeze on our face. It is those things we can find excitement about what God has given us. God is loving watching us, each moment, each exciting time, each little thing. He is watching, smiling, and loving it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-3710713001478438052?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/3710713001478438052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=3710713001478438052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/3710713001478438052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/3710713001478438052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2009/06/camping-experience.html' title='Camping Experience'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lp2ha9eYPZA/SjhYVQkzJSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/O4tMRXUlg8w/s72-c/DSCF5054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-7879213704839929844</id><published>2009-06-10T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T05:41:09.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-Centered</title><content type='html'>When my children were younger, they would need help doing things.  I thought that this was the greatest part of being a parent.  They would ask, "Daddy, I need help" and I would help.  Once the task is accomplished, they would run and tell Mommy.  But when they did that, they would say, "Mommy, look what I did" or "Mommy, I did this...".  They never mentioned that they had help accomplishing the task.  They were excited about themselves and proud of what they accomplished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange, but we still do this even as we are getting older.  We tend to look only at the "I" and fail to look at who really helped us through things.  Sometimes our focus in life isn't about God and His love for us, but on what "I" can do or what "I" can say.  We fail to spend time in prayer. We fail to spend time in God's word. We fail to focus our lives on God.  "I" can be a very dangerous word when it comes to our lives and what blessings we have been given.  "I" can be a very selfish word when it comes to sharing the message of Christ.  "I" isn't showing our Father to others.  We can be very self-centered.  When that happens, we need to re-evaluate who our focus in on. Everything we do, everything we have, we do it for Him, not for ourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-7879213704839929844?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/7879213704839929844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=7879213704839929844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/7879213704839929844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/7879213704839929844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2009/06/self-centered.html' title='Self-Centered'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-5640025163293197432</id><published>2009-06-02T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T19:06:30.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Description</title><content type='html'>I have had an opportunity to work in a few different jobs besides teaching and music.  For a year, I managed an ice cream shop.  I know that seems strange, but it started as a part-time summer job. Within a month the manager went on maternity leave and I found myself as the acting manager.  So I ran an ice cream shop.  It was a fun job, at times, a lot of work, but fun.  One evening I was closing the shop along with an employee who was closing on his 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; day of work.  He was still in training.  As we were closing, I showed him the check list of what needed to be done.  He read through the items and proceeded to tell me that cleaning bathrooms was something he refused to do because he was not told in his interview that he had to clean them as part of the job.  It wasn't part of his job description.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is on our job description as Christians?   What is it telling us to do when it says in Matthew to "go therefore and make disciples of all nations"?  Just because you might not carry the title of Pastor doesn't mean that you can't or shouldn't share the Word of God to those around you.  Living a life for Christ is our job description.  What we say and do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;exemplifies&lt;/span&gt; the love of God to those around us.  It shares, not only who we are, but who we believe in.  Our lifetime job description is to share the love of Christ and be a witness for Him.  We shouldn't "refuse" like the young man in the ice cream shop, to witness because we might not feel like we are trained to do so.  All it takes is a smile, a hello, holding the door, helping someone out, saying thank you.  Being a witness for Christ; that is in all of our job description's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-5640025163293197432?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/5640025163293197432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=5640025163293197432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/5640025163293197432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/5640025163293197432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2009/06/job-description.html' title='Job Description'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-9076010424601260112</id><published>2009-05-26T18:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T18:51:33.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words and Meaning</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago, I had the opportunity to talk with people in the hallways. It was the typical "good morning" and "how are you doing". But on this day, asking "how are you doing" took a different spin. You see, on this day, the response by one person wasn't really what they were saying. On this day, "how are you doing" took on a different meaning. It was obvious that this person was trying to hide the hurt, the fears, the stress of their life. Once they shared a little of what was going on, my question back was "so how are you doing".  It was then, only then, that the wall came down and that they could share what was on their heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever gotten so caught up in the question and expect a response that you fail to really listen? We tend to do this everyday. It is so imporant that we really listen. Could you imagine if God just expected a typical response and that he didn't really listen to what is on our hearts? He doesn't do that. He listens...to every word, every meaning, to everything. We need to try to do the same. Don't ask a question, unless you really want to hear a response. When you do ask, listen...not only to the words spoken, but to the true meaning. Your listening could really help make someone's day or even their week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-9076010424601260112?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/9076010424601260112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=9076010424601260112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/9076010424601260112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/9076010424601260112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2009/05/words-and-meaning.html' title='Words and Meaning'/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981035110626844548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-5905118153461866733</id><published>2009-05-18T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T18:54:28.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Personal Soapbox</title><content type='html'>Last week, I received an email from a former college classmate of mine.  He is now serving God as a pastor in a Lutheran church.  He questioned what I now do for Living Word.  He was telling me that what I did wasn't part of the Lutheran confessions.  He was telling me that the music I share isn't part of the Divine Service set up by the Lutheran Church Missouri Synod.  He was telling me that there is no place for contemporary worship or music in the church and that the pure music for worship is from the hymnals.  He told me that I was leading people astray. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I was taken back by this, but not really angry, just hurt.  When David was leading the Ark of the Covenant and was dancing, I believe he was dancing for the Lord.  I like to think that when the Psalms tell us to praise the Lord with cymbals or drums or trumpets, that it is telling us to praise the Lord using any means we can.  Music is just one part of the worship experience.  Word and Sacrament play a big part in our spiritual walk.  It isn't what I do, it is what God is doing through me and through the worship teams that enhance worship.  There are so many different ways to worship our Lord, that no one way is correct all the time.  Worship comes from the heart.  Worship is how you praise, thank, confess, ask, respond to God and His glory.  Worship is you giving back to God.  Some people like a more traditional, some like contemporary, but whatever the style, if it is focused on our heavenly Father, it is worship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-5905118153461866733?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/5905118153461866733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=5905118153461866733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/5905118153461866733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/5905118153461866733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-personal-soapbox.html' title='My Personal Soapbox'/><author><name>Music Minute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996255587770202996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEREUowJJAE/SStxb5zXNYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RcQUX5nWgZY/S220/IMG_8555.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-4001797613440922356</id><published>2009-05-12T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T09:43:11.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Allergies</title><content type='html'>It is allergy season! Some of us are suffering big time because of the tree pollen and mold. Soon other things will be in the air to cause allergy sufferers to have big puffy watery eyes, runny noses, sneezes, coughs, etc. My son and I suffer from allergies. His are a lot worse than mine. He is on medication in order to help control it (at least the best we can) so that he can play outside and not have puffy eyes and a runny nose all the time. Without the medication, he wouldn't be able to see clearly. His eyes would be watery and red. His nose would be running constantly. He would be miserable. Allergy suffers, you completely understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Christians, there are many "allergies" that keep us from living our lives like God would want us to. The stress of a busy day, unexpected events, other people's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;attitudes&lt;/span&gt;, our schedules, all these "allergies" and more keep us from living our life as God would expect. They keep us from seeing, hearing, and focusing on God. We need to combat these things with a daily prayer, daily devotions, getting into the word, worshiping together and coming to the Lord's Supper. We need to use these things to regain our focus. Sometimes when we don't see things clearly or when the "allergies" of our lives take over, stop and refocus. Allow the power of God to help you see who He is and how we should be living for Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-4001797613440922356?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/4001797613440922356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=4001797613440922356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/4001797613440922356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/4001797613440922356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2009/05/allergies.html' title='Allergies'/><author><name>Music Minute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996255587770202996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEREUowJJAE/SStxb5zXNYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RcQUX5nWgZY/S220/IMG_8555.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-7545540953083548178</id><published>2009-05-05T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T18:13:06.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dissappointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEREUowJJAE/SgDkErqqWBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/U0yOhJItzO8/s1600-h/rainforest+cafe.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332512727898937362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEREUowJJAE/SgDkErqqWBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/U0yOhJItzO8/s320/rainforest+cafe.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past Sunday was my son's birthday. He had been talking about where he wanted to go out to eat since last September, maybe even earlier. He wanted to eat at the Rainforest Cafe. So the big day finally came. After my daughter's 5:00 soccer game, we headed to the Rainforest Cafe for his birthday dinner. When we arrived, it was closed. It closed at 6:00, the same hours as the mall it is in. Disappointment filled his face. I felt terrible for him. Something he wanted to do, something he was looking forward to for a long time, wasn't going to happen on his birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are many disappointments in our lives. It almost seems like we expect only good things to happen to us. At least, good from our point of view. Disappointment isn't something we long for. We spend a lot of time asking God to fix things; to make things right. We spend time praying for things we want to see, we want to happen, then...disappointment hits. But are they really? God answers us in the way he knows is best for us. He knows what will work. He knows how to answer and promises to answer "our daily bread" prayer. God supplies us with what we need, not what we want. We, on the other hand, may see some of our "no" answers from God as disappointments. The challenge is to look at it, not from our eyes, but from God's. Look and try to understand that he is taking care of us, that his will is being done. Then, things that seem to be a disappointment, are truly an opportunity. So the Rainforest Cafe was closed on Sunday, we went Monday. But on Sunday, we ate at Joe's Crab Shack. A new restaurant for us. It was a new experience that we all enjoyed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-7545540953083548178?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/7545540953083548178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=7545540953083548178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/7545540953083548178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/7545540953083548178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2009/05/dissappointment.html' title='Dissappointment'/><author><name>Music Minute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996255587770202996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEREUowJJAE/SStxb5zXNYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RcQUX5nWgZY/S220/IMG_8555.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEREUowJJAE/SgDkErqqWBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/U0yOhJItzO8/s72-c/rainforest+cafe.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-6980234297269434482</id><published>2009-04-28T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T19:20:18.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gymnastics Is Not My Gift</title><content type='html'>My oldest daughter is a gymnastics nut. She has been active in gymnastics since age two. As she got better, she started competing in gymnastics. In Indiana, she placed in many meets and her first year in Michigan, she was 6th at the state meet in her age group on beam. She works hard to be the best she can be. She has a gift in gymnastics. Now I can do a cartwheel and a summersault, but ask me to do what they do and you would get a good laugh. Gymanstics is not my gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have all been blessed with gifts. Some people have the gift of teaching. Some have the gift of music. Some have the gift of sharing, caring, praying, listening, reading, etc. Each person has a gift from God in a certain area and each gift is vital to the kingdom of God. There is no such thing as a small gift, if used for God's glory. We can volunteer to help clean a house. We can sing songs. We can lead children in sunday school. We can...you fill in the blank. Your gift can benefit the kingdom of God. All you have to do is use it. I'm not strong in many areas, so I use what God has given me to be a witness for Him. You can do this also. Use your gift for God's glory. It might be a kind smile, a small hug, a simple prayer, but that gift, when used to build up His kingdom, is powerful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-6980234297269434482?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/6980234297269434482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=6980234297269434482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/6980234297269434482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/6980234297269434482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2009/04/gymnastics-is-not-my-gift.html' title='Gymnastics Is Not My Gift'/><author><name>Music Minute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996255587770202996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEREUowJJAE/SStxb5zXNYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RcQUX5nWgZY/S220/IMG_8555.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-433189214763473363</id><published>2009-04-19T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T19:11:02.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interference</title><content type='html'>Most people know that I am wired up for worship services. I have a wireless mic and a set of wireless &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ear buds&lt;/span&gt;. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ear buds&lt;/span&gt; give me a more precise sound of all the instruments and vocalists. But not everything with the wireless systems works the way I would like it. You see, technology is way ahead of my system. Many cell phones now are connected to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; or have these fancy personal computers in them. During church, I hear or know when people are receiving text messages, voice mails or looking at their emails. How do I know, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ear buds&lt;/span&gt; go out or I hear in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ear buds&lt;/span&gt;, people faintly talking or static as the phone rings or text message comes in. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;interferes&lt;/span&gt; with my system causing, at times, it to completely stop all sound coming to me through my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ear buds&lt;/span&gt;. I have to pull a bud from an ear in order to hear and refocus on what is happening musically around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things that completely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;interferes&lt;/span&gt; with us listening to our Lord. We come to church. We sit, we stand, we sing, we participate in everything we are asked to do, but the message is never heard. We might be thinking of work or what we are doing after church. Sometimes we might be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;focusing&lt;/span&gt; on past events or the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt; or worry of something upcoming. Things cause interference in our lives and we can't hear the message from our Lord. There are many times I catch myself in this. Many times it is because I'm thinking of the timing needed for the next song or remembering the chord progressions. It causes interference with me hearing the Word. When that happens, I have to stop and refocus on what is going on. I have to refocus on the Word. We need to work on putting all the things that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;interfere&lt;/span&gt; with worship aside so the message, the Word, the desires of our Lord, will be our focus. The interference from the phones, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;pda's&lt;/span&gt;, blackberry, etc could easily be prevented. With a little work we all could put aside our personal interferences from the Word of God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-433189214763473363?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/433189214763473363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=433189214763473363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/433189214763473363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/433189214763473363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2009/04/interference.html' title='Interference'/><author><name>Music Minute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996255587770202996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEREUowJJAE/SStxb5zXNYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RcQUX5nWgZY/S220/IMG_8555.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-3314163481885048636</id><published>2009-04-14T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T12:19:07.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always Remember</title><content type='html'>The pain and suffering of giving something up during Lent is over. At least, that is what one person said. I know people who gave up certain drinks, certain foods, certain words, certain items. Now that Lent is over, they were excited to partake in those things again. That "pain" and "suffering" is now over for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True, the tradition of giving something up for Lent is now over. The suffering of living without something is now done. But as I shared with one person, shouldn't we be remembering the suffering, death, and resurrection of our Lord and Savior daily? The Lenten season might be done on the calander, but it should never be done in our hearts. Each day is an opportunity to share and to reflect on the death and resurrection of Jesus. Each day gives us a chance to rejoice in our salvation. Each day gives us the joy knowing that our sins are forgiven. Each day, each time we confess our sins, each time we take the Lord's Supper, we are celebrating Lent and Easter over again. To give something up for Lent is fine, if it is something you do, but never stop refecting on the purpose of Christ death and resurrection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-3314163481885048636?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/3314163481885048636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=3314163481885048636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/3314163481885048636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/3314163481885048636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2009/04/always-remember.html' title='Always Remember'/><author><name>Music Minute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996255587770202996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEREUowJJAE/SStxb5zXNYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RcQUX5nWgZY/S220/IMG_8555.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-1931524022870681061</id><published>2009-04-07T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T12:25:05.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEREUowJJAE/SdtbhkVw_0I/AAAAAAAAABo/S7fbye3Eygc/s1600-h/DSCF4428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321948016917151554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEREUowJJAE/SdtbhkVw_0I/AAAAAAAAABo/S7fbye3Eygc/s320/DSCF4428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week, I flew back from Florida so I was ready for Palm Sunday weekend. As I boarded my connection in Atlanta, the flight attendant got on the intercom. Her voice was very stern and almost in a derogatory way, reminded all of the passengers that we needed to sit down and buckle up because we were on an airplane. She didn't leave it at that, she said it three times. Each time reminding us that we were on an airplane. To tell us that we were on an airplane was a reminder that we really didn't need to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God reminds us every day of who He is. As I'm typing this, I look outside and see snow falling in April. While we were on the airplane waiting for our turn to take off, a heavy downpour came and you couldn't see the tip of the wing. Sometimes it's the sun shining, a certain song playing on the radio, a bible passage coming to mind. All these things are reminders of who God is and His &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; power. Sometimes we take so much for granted that God gives us an obvious reminder, like the flight attendant's reminder that we were in an airplane. Other times, the reminders aren't so obvious and it takes time for us to realize what God is telling us. As we celebrate Easter, God is once again reminding of His victory over death and the devil. We need to refocus hearts and minds on what Easter is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; about. Reminders from God are everywhere. He is telling us that He is here with us. Our part is to look, listen, and focus on Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-1931524022870681061?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/1931524022870681061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=1931524022870681061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/1931524022870681061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/1931524022870681061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2009/04/reminder.html' title='Reminder'/><author><name>Music Minute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996255587770202996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEREUowJJAE/SStxb5zXNYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RcQUX5nWgZY/S220/IMG_8555.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEREUowJJAE/SdtbhkVw_0I/AAAAAAAAABo/S7fbye3Eygc/s72-c/DSCF4428.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-953364971037848951</id><published>2009-03-30T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:27:53.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Forgotten...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEREUowJJAE/SdFxlJLpLhI/AAAAAAAAABg/XEgVcgIBT9U/s1600-h/DSCF4422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319157517835120146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEREUowJJAE/SdFxlJLpLhI/AAAAAAAAABg/XEgVcgIBT9U/s320/DSCF4422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunsets. I have to admit, I had forgotten how awesome they look. As the sun goes down, the colors in the sky radiate. I had really forgotten what they looked like. I'm on vacation in Pensacola, Florida. The day brings about playing on the beach, hunting hermit crabs, eating shrimp, a little golf, playing in the water and relaxing. It is a vacation. But when the sun sets, things seem to slow down a little for me. To watch the sun slowly exit from the sky and see those deep colors, it is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we get so caught up in the business of life that we fail to slow down and see the beauty God puts around us. We tend to focus on the activities we must do. Run to the store, go to work, drive kids around, cook dinner, pack lunches, etc...all those things in our daily routine that have our focus. But when do we slow down and see the things that God has so blessed us with? Our family, friends, home, His creation...sunsets. I have seen His glory through His creation. It is my prayer that you have a moment to slow down and see the beauty around us. Take a moment from the business of life to see what God has put around you. His creation is amazing. Maybe you will have the opportunity to see the sunset. I have slowed down...I have seen the beauty of the sunset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-953364971037848951?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/953364971037848951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=953364971037848951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/953364971037848951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/953364971037848951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-forgotten.html' title='I Have Forgotten...'/><author><name>Music Minute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996255587770202996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEREUowJJAE/SStxb5zXNYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RcQUX5nWgZY/S220/IMG_8555.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEREUowJJAE/SdFxlJLpLhI/AAAAAAAAABg/XEgVcgIBT9U/s72-c/DSCF4422.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-1396811545472462685</id><published>2009-03-24T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T11:42:30.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What To Say</title><content type='html'>I received an email today.  It wasn't the kind of email I expected to recieve.  In fact, I was in total shock.  I sat and read it.  Then I had to read it again.  It said..."Dear Terry,  I know that this will completely shock you, but I had to tell you this.  I was just told that I have cancer and it is rapidly moving throughout my body.  I can't tell anyone about it.  I can't tell my husband, my kids, my family.  I needed someone to tell, so I sent this to you.  I feel that I could tell you because of how you talked with me at the National Youth Gathering.  I'm so scared that I might die.  I have been taught that Christ loves us and will not give us more than we can bear.  I have always been taught not to fear death but rejoice in the reward.  When the Doctor told me I had cancer, I cried.  Yes, I'm afraid to die.  I don't want to leave my family.  I love them so much.  I'm angry that I have cancer.  I'm angry that I might not see my children grow up.  I'm angry that I may not have the opportunity to continue to share who God is to them.  Who will tell them of the love of God if I would die?  What should I do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response...tears and prayers.  I couldn't really give an answer.  I could only stop and pray.  I will respond.  How, I'm not sure, but I know that the Lord will put the right words in my heart.  But for now, I'm praying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-1396811545472462685?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/1396811545472462685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=1396811545472462685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/1396811545472462685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/1396811545472462685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-to-say.html' title='What To Say'/><author><name>Music Minute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996255587770202996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEREUowJJAE/SStxb5zXNYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RcQUX5nWgZY/S220/IMG_8555.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-5436144668549303909</id><published>2009-03-16T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T15:43:52.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Juggling Made Easy</title><content type='html'>I have never figured out how to juggle.  I'm in total awe of people who can.  When I was younger, I tried.  I even checked a book out at the library to teach me how.  So I grabbed bean bags and started to learn the art of juggling.  I figured if I could juggle, then  I could be like those people on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; who could juggle chainsaws or axes.  I read the book, learned what to focus on and decided it was time to start learning.  I tossed the first bean bag and then the second and then the third and...they fell to the ground.  So I tossed them again.  One first, then the second, then the third and...they fell again.  So again I tried and again they fell.  Again and again my attempts to juggle didn't work.  To this day, I can't juggle or can I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my life, I have to juggle many things.  Like you, I have to juggle my job, family, my faith, my personal time and the list goes on and on.  Juggling is something that we all must do.  We do something for our family and we feel that the job suffers or we do something for the job and we feel that our family suffers.  We get so caught up in juggling our job and family that our faith suffers.  We keep trying to juggle everything, but then it all falls.  We struggle with our juggling.  But we have help.  If our focus is on him, the juggling act becomes a lot easier.  God has to be first.  He has to be what we focus on.   In juggling, the focus has to be on the right object.  In juggling our life, our focus has to be on the right place.  It has to be on God.  He is the one that makes juggling our lives easier.  Juggling made easy...Keep God first!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-5436144668549303909?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/5436144668549303909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=5436144668549303909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/5436144668549303909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/5436144668549303909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2009/03/juggling-made-easy.html' title='Juggling Made Easy'/><author><name>Music Minute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996255587770202996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEREUowJJAE/SStxb5zXNYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RcQUX5nWgZY/S220/IMG_8555.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-6509400292715870132</id><published>2009-03-07T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T18:18:07.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Had to Look and Listen</title><content type='html'>I was sitting in my office looking out the window and suddenly it happened. I couldn't believe it. It happened right in front of me. My eyes were widen, my heart thumped louder. I was so amazed that it happened in front of me that I sat with my mouth wide open. So what happened? Stop leaving us hanging. What happened? I saw God's glory. Yes I did. You see, the sun was shining. That is nothing new. The traffic on the road was moving. Nothing new. The wind was blowing and clouds were moving across the sky. Nothing new. But I did see God's glory. For one moment, you could see the sunbeam from the sky. It looked like it hit the ground just outside of the window. In my mind, I saw God's glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an amazing thing. I just happened to be getting a little frustrated at that time. I was trying to find music to fit the theme of a worship service. I was paging through scripture. I was grabbing songbook after songbook looking for the right song to share the message. I was working frantically. I stopped, looked out the window and there it was, God's glory! Through all this planning, my planning, I was forgetting to stop and let God talk. He was showing me all along what to pick. He placed the songs in my heart. All I had to do was listen to the still small voice from God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-6509400292715870132?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/6509400292715870132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=6509400292715870132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/6509400292715870132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/6509400292715870132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-just-had-to-look-and-listen.html' title='I Just Had to Look and Listen'/><author><name>Music Minute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996255587770202996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEREUowJJAE/SStxb5zXNYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RcQUX5nWgZY/S220/IMG_8555.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-6244286275792671345</id><published>2009-02-27T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T09:26:28.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Promise To Keep My Shoes On</title><content type='html'>I have a problem. Yes, it is a problem that I'm not proud of, but I have it. The best part about this is that there are a lot of people who also have the same problem that I have, so I'm not alone in this. You see, I suffer from stinky feet. Yes, my feet stink at times. I wash them with soap to make the smell nice, but when the day is over, look out! There have been times when I have taken off my shoes and socks and the smell over takes the room. I have tried baby powder in the shoes and that helps a little bit, but yes, after a while, this too fails. Changing socks, changing shoes, not wearing shoes, I have tried it all, but still I suffer from stinky feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christians also suffer from stinky feet. We suffer from sin. We confess our sins and are made clean again, but after a day, hours, minutes, the stink comes back. There are times when we try to mask our sin. We think that if we cover up the stink, the sin, it will go away. We don't try to confess it, because we don't want to admit it. We try to hide it, to make it smell better, but after awhile, the stink comes back. But because of the love of our Lord and Savior, our stinky feet are gone. It is his love for us, his forgiveness that our stink is made clean. As we confess our sins, God takes takes it away and makes us clean. He does this, not because He had to, but because He wanted to. He did this because of his love for us. All it takes is for us to admit our sinful nature, our stinky feet, and it will be made clean. Our feet will smell like roses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-6244286275792671345?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/6244286275792671345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=6244286275792671345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/6244286275792671345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/6244286275792671345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-promise-keep-my-shoes-on.html' title='I Promise To Keep My Shoes On'/><author><name>Music Minute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996255587770202996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEREUowJJAE/SStxb5zXNYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RcQUX5nWgZY/S220/IMG_8555.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-4616484322673981983</id><published>2009-02-21T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T18:20:45.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Different Ways</title><content type='html'>I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; always wondered why weathermen can’t seem to agree on the weather forecast. This has crossed my mind a lot. Since moving to Michigan, no weatherman on any television channel gives the same forecast. Now today (Saturday, February 21, 2009) they all agree that there is going to be snow. Yes, they all agree that there is a winter storm warning (because the National Weather Service has issued it). What gets me is that one channel says 2-4 inches. One channel says 3-6 inches. In fact, one channel says 4-8 inches and they feel that we will actually see up to a foot of snow. It is hard to believe that all the weathermen in the Detroit area can’t seem to agree. They all look at the same weather maps. They all see the same radar. They all get the same information from the National Weather Service. So why can’t they agree, they all see the weather in different ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same can be said about scripture. The words are written. The message is there. So why can’t we all agree? I’m not talking about the different &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;denominations&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm talking about here, in our own church.  Why can’t we all agree on the meaning of scripture? It is because we all see the Word of God in different ways. God speaks to us in ways, depending on the things happening in our lives. He knows what concerns we have in our hearts. He listens to our prayers. He knows, plain and simple. Then, out of love for us, He answers. He speaks to us, each individually. One verse speaks in one way to one person, but that same verse might speak to others in a different way. No way is wrong, but it is the way that God speaks to each of us.  He shares His Word at the right time for the right reason.  We need to read and listen, God is speaking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-4616484322673981983?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/4616484322673981983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=4616484322673981983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/4616484322673981983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/4616484322673981983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2009/02/different-ways.html' title='Different Ways'/><author><name>Music Minute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996255587770202996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEREUowJJAE/SStxb5zXNYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RcQUX5nWgZY/S220/IMG_8555.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-2604591270711723771</id><published>2009-02-18T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T06:28:45.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Right Tool</title><content type='html'>When we bought our house, we had visions of finishing the basement.   We envisioned a bathroom, a bedroom, a family room and adding some storage.  These visions started becoming a reality over the long weekend.  But in order to make this happen, I needed someone who knew what they were doing.  I could envision the building process and how it was suppose to look, but really, I had no idea of what had to happen.  I had a book that shared how to stud a wall, but I didn't own the right tools and was kind of frighten that I might mess it up.  So my Father-in-Law came up this weekend and in one day, the basement is studded and we are preparing for the next step.  He had the knowledge and the tools to do it.  Me, well, I had the vision, but building a wall, you can say, isn't my strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have been given gifts by God.  These gifts are given to us to be used.  According to Ephesians 4:12, we need to use these gifts &lt;em&gt;"to prepare God's people for works of service, so that the body of Christ may be built up&lt;/em&gt;".  Let's think about this.  I could try to build a house, but will it stand?  My gifts are not in building homes.  I needed someone to come and use their gifts to help.  But together, my father-in-law and I built those walls.  He had the knowledge and the tools to do it.  I had the opportunity to work along with him.  Our church is in need of people to stand up and share their gifts.  We know that we are all not gifted in the same way, but each gift is unique and can help build up the body of Christ.  You may have the gift of speaking, others don't.  You may have the gift of teaching, other's don't.  Some can build walls, some can make banners, some can teach Bible Class, some can share with complete strangers the gospel.  Now is not the time to hide these gifts; now is the time to use them.  As you use them, others will work side by side with you.  God has blessed Living Word with so many talented people in so many ways.  Take the time and pray for God to help lead you to share your gifts or to help show your gifts.  Together, the body of Christ will be built up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-2604591270711723771?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/2604591270711723771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=2604591270711723771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/2604591270711723771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/2604591270711723771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2009/02/right-tool.html' title='The Right Tool'/><author><name>Music Minute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996255587770202996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEREUowJJAE/SStxb5zXNYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RcQUX5nWgZY/S220/IMG_8555.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-5213669789776090910</id><published>2009-02-10T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T18:36:35.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where the dogs walk</title><content type='html'>I guess you can say that I am a little paranoid about homes that have dogs. When I know that a home has a dog, I walk a little differently. When a home has a dog and I'm not walking on the sidewalk or their driveway, I'm looking down. Yes, my eyes are looking down. When I see the gift that the dog leaves behind, I tell others so they don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt; find that gift also. When we walk in parks or other areas that dogs might have been allowed to run, guess what, I'm looking down. I'm very concerned when my children run ahead. If I'm following and see that gift left in the grass, I pray that my children didn't find it also. Yes, this is a little strange. If you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt; step on that little surprise, it not only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;flattens&lt;/span&gt; on your shoe, but it goes into the cracks on the bottom. You have to scrape, wipe and wash to get it off. Even then, there still may be a hint of the stench and you have to start the cleaning process again until it is gone. This is why I'm a little paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time we sin, we create that stench around us. When we sin, we didn't listen or heed the warning of God who is watching out for us. It is that sin that if not cleaned will drive people away from us. It is those unkind words, the rumors, the unkind actions, unkind thoughts, it is all these things that will keep people away. We must ask for forgiveness, not only from those we hurt, but from God. God will wash us clean. He won't ignore us. God hates the stink. He can smell it even before we do. It is beccause of His Son, Jesus Christ that the stench is gone. Jesus is the one that cleans us from our sin, from our stench all out of love for us. Sure we still have to watch where we walk and heed the warnings of God, but when we slip up, He will make clean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-5213669789776090910?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/5213669789776090910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=5213669789776090910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/5213669789776090910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/5213669789776090910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2009/02/where-dogs-walk.html' title='Where the dogs walk'/><author><name>Music Minute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996255587770202996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEREUowJJAE/SStxb5zXNYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RcQUX5nWgZY/S220/IMG_8555.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-1863909641601273675</id><published>2009-02-03T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T19:14:40.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing with Christ</title><content type='html'>Last week, I was in New Orleans with the National Youth Gathering meeting. It was a chance to discuss the theme of the gathering, to prepare ideas, to connect. A lot of work but also a chance to enjoy time with each other. The team I'm serving with went to dinner on Friday evening at a place called Mulates. It is known for Cajun cuisine and Cajun music. As a music person, I didn't know that there was a such thing as Cajun music, now I do. This restaurant has a dance floor. We were seated next to it. During dinner, many people got up and danced. Some had rhythm while others, well, let us just say that they are movement challenged. As we were enjoying our dinner, a couple comes up and starts dancing. They moved with grace. Their movements flowed together. They were outstanding. When the song was done, people clapped. The next song played and they were up again dancing. Again, true grace. They floated along, spinning, shuffling their feet, totally smooth. Again clapping when the song was done. Each time they got up, people stopped eating, stopped talking, stopped doing what they were doing and watched that couple glide across the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when we forget to allow Christ in our life. We fail to keep the beat, we fail to move together, we struggle, we become movement challenged. People might look, but then they turn away for there is nothing good to see. Christ isn't seen in us. When Christ leads, we move along like that couple. Our movements are smooth, our steps in beat, we move together. People stop and look, they notice something different about us. We show Christ. Our words, our actions, our life portrays Him in us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-1863909641601273675?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/1863909641601273675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=1863909641601273675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/1863909641601273675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/1863909641601273675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2009/02/dancing-with-christ.html' title='Dancing with Christ'/><author><name>Music Minute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996255587770202996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEREUowJJAE/SStxb5zXNYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RcQUX5nWgZY/S220/IMG_8555.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-8264947057985707451</id><published>2009-01-26T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T11:02:35.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is on your report card?</title><content type='html'>It is that time again. The most dreaded time for a lot of students in school. Right now, that time has come again for my children. What is this event, you might be asking? It is report card time. Yes, that dreaded time when a lot of kids worry if they will have their freedom after their parents take a close look at their grades. Yes, that dreaded time for a lot of kids wondering what comments their teachers made about them. Yes, oh yes, some parents look at that report card with big eyes wondering if their child will still get into Harvard or if they will ever become something, like President of the United States. The dreaded time is here. So I open the report cards from my children and...I'm happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now imagine if we had to receive this dreaded report card about how we lived as a Christian? What if God gives us a report card about how we handled ourselves in tough situations? What if God gave us a report card about our thoughts or words about others? What would be on your report card? It is a pretty scary thought. But we do receive a report card. Yes, believe it or not, we do get one. God looks at us and how we live our lives and grades us. He looks at you and me, looks at our behavior, our actions, our words, our thoughts, everything. But He takes our report card and gives us all A's. That is right, we all get A's. Why? You might be asking what you did to deserve an A...an A from God. The answer is...nothing! God sent his Son to die on the cross, to wash away all those bad behaviors, bad actions, bad words, bad thoughts, bad...everything. Because of His death and resurrection, because He washed us clean, our report card just has A's on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-8264947057985707451?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/8264947057985707451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=8264947057985707451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/8264947057985707451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/8264947057985707451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-is-on-your-report-card.html' title='What is on your report card?'/><author><name>Music Minute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996255587770202996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEREUowJJAE/SStxb5zXNYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RcQUX5nWgZY/S220/IMG_8555.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-7178793435003217919</id><published>2009-01-19T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T05:24:35.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We May Wobble</title><content type='html'>I have no idea why this came to mind, but I was sitting in my office on Thursday. I was review music for the weekend and it hit me. I couldn't believe it, but I caught myself singing the jingle to the tv commercial, weebles wobble but they won't fall down. Over and over, I was singing this jingle. I still have no idea why or what made me start the jingle. Weebles wobble but they won't fall down. I remember playing with them and you know what I tried to do, it was a challenge, it was my quest, my destiny, my goal in life (at that time). I was going to make the weebles wobble and fall down. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't do it. I would lay them down and they pop back up. I would throw roll them and they would pop back up. Drop them to the ground and they would pop back up. Next to breaking them, every thing I did, the weebles popped back up. Weebles do wobble and they don't fall down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about us? When the tough times hit, do we just fall down and stay down or do we pop back up? When we sin, do we just say down or do we ask for forgiveness and pop back up? As Christians, we need to realize that we are just like weebles. Because of our sinful nature, we wobble.  Satan tries to knock and keep us down.  It is through the grace and love of Christ Jesus, through His forgiveness that we receive, that allows us to pop back up.  Just like to weebles, we may wobble but we won't fall down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-7178793435003217919?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/7178793435003217919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=7178793435003217919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/7178793435003217919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/7178793435003217919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-may-wobble.html' title='We May Wobble'/><author><name>Music Minute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996255587770202996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEREUowJJAE/SStxb5zXNYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RcQUX5nWgZY/S220/IMG_8555.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-3641221436439880415</id><published>2009-01-11T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T05:04:56.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheering Us On</title><content type='html'>My daughter, Becca, plays indoor soccer. I have the opportunity to watch most of her games (if they don't interfere with Saturday worship services). She loves it when I come to her games, not only to watch her, but to offer her support. When she does something good, she can her me tell her "good job" or "way to go". When something doesn't go right, I offer her encouragement or to help her prepare for the next play. Whatever the situation, Becca can pick my voice out from the crowd. She knows I'm there to support her and her team. If she can, she will take the little peek over the stands to see if I'm watching and get that extra sense of comfort. There are times after a game when she asks me how to do something or she just wants to share what happened in the game. Even if I saw the play, to see that excitement brings joy to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Christian walk is like this. We are out in the world striving to do what is right. We are out in the world trying to make the play. As we work on playing the game of life the way God wants, He is there, cheering each one of us on, watching what we are doing. Sometimes He is telling us "good job", other times, He is encouraging us and preparing us to do the next play. When the play is done, talk to God about it. Talk to God about the day and he listens. We ask Him what we need to do and He responds. Even though He knows what we did, telling Him brings a sense of love and excitement to His heart. What a wonderful God. Look around you. Look and see that He is there. He is the one who is cheering you on. He wants you to play the game the best you can. Look and listen...can you hear Him?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-3641221436439880415?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/3641221436439880415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=3641221436439880415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/3641221436439880415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/3641221436439880415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2009/01/cheering-us-on.html' title='Cheering Us On'/><author><name>Music Minute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996255587770202996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEREUowJJAE/SStxb5zXNYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RcQUX5nWgZY/S220/IMG_8555.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-3991833752762460783</id><published>2009-01-01T05:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T14:57:09.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a Resolution, but an Opportunity</title><content type='html'>It is 2009! A new year. A new attitude. A new feeling. People want to make things new.  Henceforth, a New Year's Resolution.  I have been asked what my New Year's Resolution will be.  Honestly, I never make one.  I get a lot of gasps, dirty looks, the "oh my...", or the "well mine is..." responses just because I don't make a New Year's Resolution.  I just don't make one.  Plain and simple.  Why?  Because I would start it and then stop or forget about it after a month or so.  I see people get so caught up in making these resolutions.  They are going to change something.  They are going to make life better in some way, shape, or form.  It is a promise that they make to themselves and they intend to keep it.  Very few do, most don't.  People are so caught up in making this resolution and then after a while, they forget about it, break it, or just make excuses to not keep it.  It is hard to keep a New Year's Resolution all year.  So I don't make a resolution because I know that I would break it sometime or give up on it or just forget that I made it.  But I do take the time to refocus on how I should live my life.  I do take the time to ask God to help me remember to make Him first in all I do and say.  I do ask God that throughout this year, I would be a better servant and work to better His Kingdom.  I don't like calling it a resolution, but a opportunity.  An opportunity to bring someone closer to the Kingdom of God.  An opportunity to serve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-3991833752762460783?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/3991833752762460783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=3991833752762460783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/3991833752762460783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/3991833752762460783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-resolution-but-opportunity.html' title='Not a Resolution, but an Opportunity'/><author><name>Music Minute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996255587770202996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEREUowJJAE/SStxb5zXNYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RcQUX5nWgZY/S220/IMG_8555.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-8131491284655835581</id><published>2008-12-26T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T17:07:24.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>The Christmas services are over.  What a awesome time.  Great message, great music, great people involved.  So I would like to take this time to thank those who were part of the Christmas Eve and Christmas Day services.  To the soloists, awesome job.  Each one of you shared your gift to uplift our hearts this Christmas.  To the Choir Members, thank you.  Your message was great and powerful.  To the Bell Ringers, wow!  You did great (that week off didn't effect you at all).  The bells added to the message.  To the kids who sang on Christmas morning,  what a touching moment.  Thank you.  To those who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stepped&lt;/span&gt; in and sang an extra verse for me while my voice is "leave".  Thank you for the quick fill in and your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;willingness&lt;/span&gt; to help.  And to the guitarist, thank you for strumming the same pattern over and over again.  I know that it wasn't the most exciting part, but very meaningful.   It took everyone, not only the musicians.  It took the sound managers, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;powerpoint&lt;/span&gt;, readers, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jr&lt;/span&gt;. ushers, communion assistants, ushers, greeters, and pastor to make these services meaningful.  Thank you.  The message, the music, the meaning -- all was there.  What a wonderful ministry Living Word has.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-8131491284655835581?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/8131491284655835581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=8131491284655835581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/8131491284655835581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/8131491284655835581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2008/12/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Music Minute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996255587770202996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEREUowJJAE/SStxb5zXNYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RcQUX5nWgZY/S220/IMG_8555.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-6856877688448206732</id><published>2008-12-22T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T19:53:16.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Get to Just Listen</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning and realized that my voice wasn't working in its normal way. It was a little raspy. My throat didn't hurt but I could tell that my voice wasn't its normal self. I had rehearsal tonight for this weekends worship. Now my voice isn't close to being normal. So what does that mean, well, it means that I won't be doing a lot of talking for the next few days. I get to be quiet and listen. To just listen is really going to be nice. I have an opportunity to listen to the congregation sing Christmas carols. I have the opportunity to listen to the giggles and excitement of my kids opening presents. I have the opportunity to listen to the Word being read about the birth of our Savior. I get to just listen. I don't want to miss out being part of this season, but I'm finding out that if I listen, I capture the true meaning of the Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-6856877688448206732?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/6856877688448206732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=6856877688448206732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/6856877688448206732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/6856877688448206732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-get-to-just-listen.html' title='I Get to Just Listen'/><author><name>Music Minute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996255587770202996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEREUowJJAE/SStxb5zXNYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RcQUX5nWgZY/S220/IMG_8555.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710618247088749367.post-7176501509085464278</id><published>2008-12-19T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T06:58:08.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day</title><content type='html'>The white stuff is falling.  Falling fast and blowing around.  So what does this mean today, on this wonderful Friday.  Snow Day!!!!!  Yes, the call came this morning a little after 5:00 am.  Snow Day.  Snow days are great, at times.  The kids can sleep in.  You aren't rushing around getting cleaned up, dressed and ready for school.  You aren't watching the clock to make sure you are out of the door by a certain time.  A snow day is a morning to sleep in, hang out in the pj's and allow our mind to focus on other things and not on what is happening this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the Christmas season, we need a snow day.  We are so caught up in getting things done.  Our focus is on what needs to be done instead of what was done.  We have to be here or there.  We have gifts to buy.  We have wrapping to do.  We have family traveling or we are preparing to travel to family.  We are busy, busy, busy.  During this time, we need a snow day.  We need time to slow down and look at the big picture.  We need to refocus on Jesus, who came to this world to "seek and save" the lost.  We need to take a close look at the manger and then the cross.  During this Christmas season, slow down.  Clear your mind of all the stuff that keeps your focus away from Jesus.  Look at the manger and have a mental snow day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4710618247088749367-7176501509085464278?l=tbaughman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/feeds/7176501509085464278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4710618247088749367&amp;postID=7176501509085464278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/7176501509085464278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4710618247088749367/posts/default/7176501509085464278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbaughman.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day'/><author><name>Music Minute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996255587770202996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEREUowJJAE/SStxb5zXNYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RcQUX5nWgZY/S220/IMG_8555.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
