<?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-9892058</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:28:00.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Limited Thinking</title><subtitle type='html'>Thoughts.  Limited by lack of education and years.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>151</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-114046282578725062</id><published>2006-02-20T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T11:13:45.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maiden Voyage</title><content type='html'>Well yesterday I finally took my 'new' single speed out. I say finally since I had a few false starts when trying to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I managed to fix the chain track problem that was related to the No-Railleur by Axiom. Axiom's site was no help on this matter. If anyone is wondering you can remove the small roll pin that would hit the b-tension mount. Then you set it up according to instructions for the &lt;a href="http://www.surlybikes.com/files/NewSingleatorInfo.pdf"&gt;Surly Singleator&lt;/a&gt; (pdf) in pull down mode. This worked much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few notes from my first ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A 32 - 17 gear ratio is too high. It might me alright in the summer, but in the winter while on hills it proved too much for my leg strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I forgot what it was like to ride a rigid bike with skinny tires. A whole new experience all over again. I had more little mishaps yesterday than I have had all winter. That said it was exciting, and at the same time proof positive of what we have gained in technology in the past 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I will be on the search for a 16 tooth rear cog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-114046282578725062?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/114046282578725062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/114046282578725062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2006/02/maiden-voyage.html' title='Maiden Voyage'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-114007099828114051</id><published>2006-02-15T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T22:23:18.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entertainment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/1600/DSCN0390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/400/DSCN0390.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived home tonight and felt the need to do a bit of work in the basement. By the time I was done, I had assembled this bike from the parts bin. Also I installed the front disc brake on the first bike that you see behind the furnace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bike I assembled is an old steel Brodie Catalyst frame, courtesy of my brother. It is put together as a rigid (no suspension) single speed (no gears). It is very light, and tomorrow once I have the bolts to hold the cranks on, I hope to find that it is also very fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-114007099828114051?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/114007099828114051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/114007099828114051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2006/02/entertainment.html' title='Entertainment'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113988602308235740</id><published>2006-02-13T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T19:00:23.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Oprah Either</title><content type='html'>For the money line of the week you have to see &lt;a href="http://www.ctv.ca/servlet/ArticleNews/story/CTVNews/20060213/cartoons_060213/20060213?hub=TopStories"&gt;CTV's interview &lt;/a&gt;with Ezra Levant.  It's the 3:13 second video on the right hand side.  (sorry no direct link, javascript)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113988602308235740?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113988602308235740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113988602308235740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-not-oprah-either.html' title='I&apos;m Not Oprah Either'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113971043836457277</id><published>2006-02-11T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T18:13:58.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Density</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#e0eeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Get a JD (Juris Doctor)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f0ffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatadvanceddegreeshouldyougetquiz/jd.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're logical, driven, and ruthless.&lt;br /&gt;You'd make a mighty fine lawyer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatadvanceddegreeshouldyougetquiz/"&gt;What Advanced Degree Should You Get?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It figures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113971043836457277?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113971043836457277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113971043836457277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-density.html' title='My Density'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113937474685424667</id><published>2006-02-07T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T20:59:06.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Loss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.montesolberg.com/blog.htm"&gt;Monte Solberg&lt;/a&gt; is giving up blogging. I hope that it is only for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss his short to the point posts, along with an amazing wit that always makes me feel better when I leave than when I arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I am willing to give this up for the reasons he states &lt;a href="http://www.montesolberg.com/2006/02/end.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113937474685424667?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113937474685424667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113937474685424667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2006/02/loss.html' title='A Loss'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113925693368454263</id><published>2006-02-06T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T12:15:33.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>History, Humility, and Healing</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;(note:  This is a sermon that I preached yesterday February 5th.  Although the content is specific to my home church, I do believe that it can apply to all that have or are struggling in their home church.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start today I have, for you, a bit of a history lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will start out with an easy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the significance of the following locations, #5 Selkirk St., 32 and 34 Tutshi, 1609 Birch St., 16 Duke St., and 15 Duke St.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit into the history books, but these are all locations that Riverdale Baptist Church has called home since its inception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One that is a bit more difficult,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do the following have in common? The old brown shelf in the choir room, the cross that hangs behind me, Loverna Armstrong and Ursula Heynen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With nothing but the utmost respect for the two fine ladies in this list, these people and things have been integral to Riverdale Baptist Church since the beginning of my memory. As short as that might be, due to my age, it is long enough to note that some people and possessions stand the test of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would indulge a dive into my memory just a bit more I would like to relay a bit of a story, Approximately a year and a half ago, I was sitting at the full end of a thanksgiving dinner in Atlin. (Which some might say would fit into either of the two list I just gave you.) I was listening to Mrs. A relay a story from her youth, it was one of music and revival meetings. One of those revival meetings struck my fancy. It happened in a place dear to me. Juneau. Many years before Riverdale Baptist Church was ever to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past August I was at the visitor reception center in Juneau, and I saw an amazing full wall photo of what Juneau looked like at that time. Suffice to say it, the whole town, was a mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of this may be that important save one fact that amazes me. Although Mrs. A has a name in good standing on the list that I read to you, she has a HISTORY that goes far beyond the life and times of Riverdale Baptist Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not. I have a HISTORY and it is here. I was at Riverdale Baptist Church within weeks of my birth, and I am standing here privileged to occupy this pulpit just a few weeks shy of my 34th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why the message of reconciliation that George and the Elders have discerned as the word for us here in 2006 is so very important. And it is why it is so important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we turn to Philippians we are about to engage in a dialogue of various histories. Ones that I would care to divide into Personal History, Biblical History, and Church History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of multiple sections in which the Apostle Paul gives instruction on humility, we have a basic advisory. In chapter two verses three and four, we have thee point of what we are looking at today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let nothing be done through selfish ambition or conceit, but in lowliness of mind let each esteem others better than himself. Let each of you look out not only for his own interests, but also for the interests of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if anyone has that nailed, you can take the rest of the morning off. Seeing that this is where I am stuck, I cannot offer advise that will go beyond what is here in scripture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If however you struggle as I do with this basic Christian principle, please remain and hopefully as a group we may learn something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an aside, I would like to mention that I do so much struggle with this concept. Much time I sit and wonder why things are not, as I would see, in the best interest. Of course that quickly brings the question, 'in the best interest of whom?' This is a question that never gets answered. At least if I am honest, I never answer it. I do what I suspect most of us do. I go to the next easiest question. 'What can I do to make them see my point of view'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I honestly look at these two verses, I do not see a dichotomy between my way and the other way. I rather see a call to likeness of mind. In verse four it does not present my interest against that of others, it presents a concept of in my interest, but ALSO in the interest of others. More a combined interest rather than separate one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who may think that I am a bit off the map here, I would refer you to verse two of the same chapter. Here it says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;fulfill my joy by being like-minded, having the same love, being of one accord, of one mind.&lt;/blockquote&gt;There we have it. In a succinct form, that is where we are headed. Easy. Now we just have to map the road to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To create this map, we need an understanding of the three histories I mentioned earlier. Or at least we need an understanding of what I am getting at when I mention them. So here we go one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal History. On the surface this simply can refer to who we are, and what our accomplishments and failures have been. A bit deeper it may refer to some of our ancestry. A closer look at personal history, while keeping our eye on the topic for today will let us see far more though. A critical view will show that our personal history is filled to overflowing with memories that become bias to any given situation. It is what makes us either cling to the past and keep tradition close to heart, or disgusts us with poor situations of years past and makes us flee from what we know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither of these are in and of themselves negative or positive. In simple terms, I believe that it is good that most children learn not to touch a hot burner based on the first occasion. Likewise if you quit the first time you fell off a bicycle, you would never know the exhilaration of a mountain bike ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biblical History. Although complicated by old an new covenant or what many refer to as law versus love, the Bible shows us a continuity of thought. The Word. A God that never changes. A God that has always existed and always will. A cornerstone of thought and reason, of faith and truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church History. This is where the previous two intersect. It is also where things get complicated. Suffice to say that in taking what is historically given in scripture, and looking at it with a mind on tradition and personal history you develop a history of the church. A theology if you like. This is where critically important matters are penned, such as creeds and methods of biblical interpretation. Outside theology it can also lead to patterns that are not of such critical importance, such as morning time for worship services, and pews rather than chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that this morning what I really want to do, is to shine a bit of light on the importance of all of these histories, while pointing out some of the failings of others. As an example I would point your attention back to the cross that hangs behind me. A bit of what I would call Church History. In a global sense, the cross itself is a reminder of why we are here. It is a reminder of Christ's death. It is a reminder of the remission of our sin, and the pain that it caused our Lord. It's vacancy is also a reminder of the resurrection of Christ and of the empty tomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what importance do we place on it? Are those two sticks of pine worth the loss of one soul? Do we care for it more than those who worship in front of it every Sunday? Of course not. Yet it can tell us much. To those who are in the know, it reminds us of where Riverdale Baptist Church has come from. It reminds us of 32 Tutshi, and the empty lot next door that supplied those two sticks. It reminds us of the Saints that have worshipped in this body before. To those who may not have been here long, it should say something to you too. Does it not beg the question in your mind, Why two sticks of pine? In a building such as this, the conscious choice of a pine cross says something to all who walk through the doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it worth though? Is it of value? That cross is worth much in the right light, and nothing more than firewood in the wrong light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who are wondering how I am ever going to bring this back to the text for today, you can now relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Apostle Paul was a great man. As Saul he was as great as any Jew could be this side of the Messiah. Yet was this of any value?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is where we gain understanding of the downside of personal history. Paul counted all that he was as a loss in favour of Christ. Nothing of his notable accomplishments added up to more than loss when faced with the Gospel. Anything that he had done to ensure his salvation or place in heaven, was worthless in light of the incomparable salvation offered by the cross. His personal history was useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He put no stock in it toward salvation, or standing in front of God. Did he therefore never use it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that Paul's past had a deep interaction with who he was now. It cannot have been compared to the salvation of Christ, and yet he used it as a tool. One with two edges. I wish to take nothing away from this scripture, and before I continue I must point out that the very primary point here is that the quality of all that Paul had done before meeting our Lord on the road to Damascus was that of rubbish. He new that well, and we need to understand that what we cling to outside the Gospel, has the same value when held up in comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also another dynamic at work here though. Through Paul's intimate knowledge of the Law he is able to write these things. He has an authority that allows him to show how Christ is truly the Messiah. He does this using his understanding of the Old Testament Scriptures. But for him this is a double edged sword. His past gives him the knowledge to teach believers, new and old alike. His past also gives believers a reason to distrust him for he was instrumental in the churches persecution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum up Paul, he has a Personal History, that was useful for teaching, and a millstone for trust. But far beyond that we have the supremacy of Christ. There cannot have been anything more important than that. We have here a direct comparison of quality, and in this case, as in all we come across, nothing compares to the quality of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings us back to chapter two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humility. Christ here shows us the deepest form of humility there is. In verse six we are told that we cannot grasp His equality with God. Therefore we cannot understand how deeply He humbled Himself. In stark contrast to what we have just discussed with regard to Paul, Christ had every reason to put confidence in who He was and what His accomplishments were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YET, He humbled himself. Verse seven says that He emptied himself. Verse eight states that Christ was humble enough to accept death on the Cross. And then in verses nine, ten, and eleven, we read why this was such a great act of humility. He has the name that is above all others and is the one that every one shall bow to. For every tongue shall confess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A continuation for the next four verses explains that 'So then' our actions toward the Lords humbleness is to be done with fear and trembling remembering at all times that what is done in our soul, and the outpouring of the same, is none other than the work of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The obvious question now is, how do I compare myself. What is it that I have to be proud of when I look at my Lord and see such utter greatness, and humility that is likewise nothing short of Godly. Even when looking a the comparison of the Apostle Paul I find myself seriously wanting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A look in the mirror and, do I like what I see? I look to find excuse for clinging to the ways of my past. I desire to find a reason to respect them. But in the light of this scripture is that reasonable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here we have the intersection of histories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us sit here today with a past. There is no reason to believe that the validity of mine is better than any other here. Or to put it in another way, Paul's past included a knowledge of scripture that possibly surpasses that of any person since. His past also includes some of the greatest atrocities committed against the Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul's personal history was an intersection of biblical understanding, and personal action. It made him who he was. A vessel of usefulness to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our church is the personal history of those who sit here, and of those who sat here before, intersected with biblical teaching. It makes us who we are. We are Riverdale Baptist Church. We are followers of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have in the past sat in these pews, and listened to the choir and quartets. We have listened to our young ones play the piano, or sax or violin for offertory. We also have enjoyed countless hours around the campfire singing choruses to the accompaniment of a guitar. As a young child I recall no discussion of the difference of these things. It was musical, and Riverdale Baptist Church loved their music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our church has a full and rich history, even though it is young, it is amazingly so. We are Anglican, Presbyterian, Mennonite, Pentecostal and many others including Baptist. It has always been so. It used to be something that we were proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this mean that in this great intersection of histories that we sacrifice theology for peace? I would say not. If we have learnt anything from what we read in Philippians today, it should be that the ultimate theology, the ultimate intersection between personal history and biblical history is embodied in Christ and his Gospel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather, when we endure this intersection of our own histories and the bibles we emulate that which is presented in the scriptures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quote of unknown origin, although sometimes attributed to Augustine goes like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"In essentials unity, in non-essentials liberty, in all things charity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need this here. It starts with oneself, and although I am the one standing here with these words today, it is a change that my heart needs desperately. I love this church, and desire this change. Will you join me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear the words of Larry Nickel that he wrote based on Philippians one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;May we never cease to pray&lt;br /&gt;that out love might grow in every way.&lt;br /&gt;We proclaim with joy and faith,&lt;br /&gt;"Now for me to live is Christ, and to die is gain"&lt;/blockquote&gt;As a final punctuation this morning, I would like to highlight a few verses in Philippians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ch1:27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only conduct yourselves in a manner worthy of the gospel of Christ; so that whether I come and see you or remain absent, I may hear of you that you are standing firm in one spirit, with one mind striving together for the faith of the gospel;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ch 2:4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not merely look out for your own personal interests, but also for the interests of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ch 2:14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do all things without grumbling or disputing;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ch 3:14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally in closing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ch 4:8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, brethren, whatever is true, whatever is honourable, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is of good repute, if there is any excellence and if anything worthy of praise, let your mind dwell on these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113925693368454263?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113925693368454263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113925693368454263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2006/02/history-humility-and-healing.html' title='History, Humility, and Healing'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113902149453987491</id><published>2006-02-03T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T18:52:03.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Hanna vs Caesar</title><content type='html'>Two more quick thoughts about taxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the &lt;a href="http://www.cbc.ca/gfx/North/clips/tax7.pdf"&gt;affidavit&lt;/a&gt; of the person referred to as, formerly known as or just plain Bob, there is a statement that God created men and women free, and therefore they should not have to live under the law. This when it comes to taxes is in direct violation of the Lord's teaching of rendering unto Caesar. It also becomes a far worse excuse when it comes to crimes of a more violent nature.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I know for fact that Mr. Hanna uses government roads and services. I also know that in order to operate his life there is some sort of merchant exchange that takes place. Did this ficticious person created by the Alberta government do this too, or did the ferrier formerly known as Cliff Hanna do these things. If in fact it was the coporeal being that stood in the court room, my feeling is that he should pay his due.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;On these to points I find offence in what he has done. I hate taxes like most, maybe more since I also have to deal with them from my business, but they are really a fact of life. If everyone took a stance like Mr. Hanna we would be in anarchy. Unless of course the government took that truck that Mr. Hanna registered in his fictitious name, and used it to do the work. Since of course the owner didn't exist!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113902149453987491?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113902149453987491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113902149453987491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2006/02/mr-hanna-vs-caesar.html' title='Mr. Hanna vs Caesar'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113901840891911709</id><published>2006-02-03T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T18:00:34.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death and Taxes</title><content type='html'>What are the two things they say are for sure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet Cliff Hanna now knows that he should have paid attention to the Proverb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This from CBC North.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;As far as he's concerned, the name James Clifford Hanna is "hearsay" to him. He concludes, his name is the property of, and creation of the Crown, a bankrupt entity, with no real money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you wish to collect debt instruments (Canadian legal tender)... may I suggest you send your invoice and demand for performance to the ministry responsible" in Alberta," Hanna's affidavit reads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The justice of the peace didn't bite. Now besides losing his case Mr. Hanna has an indelible mark on his file at the CCRA. And that mark is in the Yukon not Alberta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't beat the Taxman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole story &lt;a href="http://www.cbc.ca/north/story/taxes-name-03022006.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113901840891911709?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113901840891911709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113901840891911709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2006/02/death-and-taxes.html' title='Death and Taxes'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113898722599624237</id><published>2006-02-03T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T09:20:26.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberals Must be Nervous</title><content type='html'>So now Scott Brison is &lt;a href="http://www.ottawasun.com/News/National/2006/02/03/1423758-sun.html"&gt;threatening&lt;/a&gt; running for the Liberal leadership. This coming soon after &lt;a href="http://www.turncoatbarbie.com/"&gt;Turncoat Barbie&lt;/a&gt; gave indication that she might be looking at a run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have no great like for either of these two. The former batting for the other team, both in public and private would be enough, but when he speaks it pushes me right over the top. As for Miss BS, I wonder if she can appreciate the complicated nature of leadership politics. Of course would I really care who wins this race? Not really. The ship is sinking, and if your dumb enough to tie yourself to it, well.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big concern for the Liberals must be that the two front runners in there uncalled leadership race are former Tories. Scary Tories. Tories, that once they gain power, will become the great Satan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right folks, remember I said it here first. The SB and BS defections are part of a far bigger dark plan of Preston Mannings, to take over the Liberal Party of Canada, and merge it with the Tories. Thus creating the Progressive Reform party, and the biggest majority in Canadian political history of 227 seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. And Scott Brison's straight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113898722599624237?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113898722599624237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113898722599624237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2006/02/liberals-must-be-nervous.html' title='Liberals Must be Nervous'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113890873916866316</id><published>2006-02-02T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T11:32:19.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Natural Law, I mean Natural Governing Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/1600/ccbill%20graham2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/400/ccbill%20graham2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you go, Media bias 101.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought to light by Bob at &lt;a href="http://eitherorr.blogspot.com/"&gt;either orr&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a href="http://eitherorr.blogspot.com/2006/02/no-media-bias-eh.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let hear it for the CP.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113890873916866316?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113890873916866316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113890873916866316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2006/02/natural-law-i-mean-natural-governing.html' title='The Natural Law, I mean Natural Governing Party'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113872721610321544</id><published>2006-01-31T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T09:20:44.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4x4+4</title><content type='html'>Tagged by &lt;a href="http://everydaymusings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/a&gt; for this meme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four Jobs You've Had:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Transportation Assistant (special needs children)&lt;br /&gt;Soundman (live monitor mixing)&lt;br /&gt;Fast Food Manager&lt;br /&gt;Woodcutter&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four Places You've Lived:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riverdale (Whitehorse Yukon)&lt;br /&gt;Edmonton Alberta&lt;br /&gt;Mary Lake (Whitehorse Yukon)&lt;br /&gt;Downtown (Whitehorse Yukon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four Vacations You've Taken&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drumheller, AB (bones)&lt;br /&gt;Juneau, AK (fishing)&lt;br /&gt;Halifax, NS (Christmas with family)&lt;br /&gt;Ottawa, ON (band trip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four Vehicles You've Owned:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1971 Buick Skylark&lt;br /&gt;1976 Ford F350 flat deck&lt;br /&gt;1971 Datsun 240z&lt;br /&gt;1992 Nissan Sentra Classic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four Blogs I Want to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know no one that I can reasonably tag with this, so if you are inclined, please write your response in the comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113872721610321544?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113872721610321544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113872721610321544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2006/01/4x44.html' title='4x4+4'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113868729407164172</id><published>2006-01-30T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T22:01:34.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Find!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/1600/radio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/400/radio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After yesterdays blackout there were a few little shopping bits I needed to get. Replenishing matches and candles that were much used was tops. I also needed white gas for my little back packing stove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was also a large nuisance was the need to run a heater. Fixing that is a little out of budget right now, so I will have to leave it for later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However the other deficiency was a battery powered AM radio. I have many of the FM variety, but AM was either in the car or a 115v unit plugged into my UPS. (uninterruptible power supply) I thought that an AM radio couldn't be all that expensive, so I went for a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheap FM battery powered radios, $5-10. AM/FM battery powered radios, $50. I was about to leave when I saw this, a battery / hand crank radio/light $29.95. Wait there is a sale sign.......... $4.95 SCORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that and it came with instructions that were worth the five bucks. Including the following statements....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the DYNAMO RECHARGING lever is turn slowly, the batteries are not recharged Completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connect an earphone with a mini-plug (not supplied) to the jack the sound from the speaker will not be heard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113868729407164172?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113868729407164172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113868729407164172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-find.html' title='What a Find!'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113858515713781061</id><published>2006-01-29T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T22:25:36.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black out</title><content type='html'>I am not sure why, and it seems from news reports that the electrical company is not sure either, but I am sitting in the middle of a blackout right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power has been out for about 4 hours now.  I am told by the MSM that it will be back on within another 30 mins and that it is on in other areas of town now.  Of course they still don't know why its out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is post is, more than anything, just to say that I blogged in a blackout.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hear it for the UPS and a bit of ingenuity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(update 10:25pm : After a little more than 8 hours blacked out we finally have power.  They cannot tell us for how long or why, although rumor has it that the dam at Ashiak went out.  Maybe we will know more tomorrow.  Till then its rolling blackouts and who knows. Current temp inside 20c outside -22c)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113858515713781061?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113858515713781061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113858515713781061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2006/01/black-out.html' title='Black out'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113850597798030828</id><published>2006-01-28T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T20:08:20.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Comments on Snakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/1600/viper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/400/viper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;I'm a Dodge Viper!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're all about raw power. You're tough, you're loud, and you don't take crap from anyone. Leave finesse to the other cars, the ones eating your dust.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.tomorrowland.us/sportscar"&gt;Which Sports Car Are You?&lt;/a&gt; quiz. &lt;p&gt;ht to &lt;a href="http://magicstatistics.blogspot.com/"&gt;Scott&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113850597798030828?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113850597798030828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113850597798030828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2006/01/no-comments-on-snakes.html' title='No Comments on Snakes'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113850140861440562</id><published>2006-01-28T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T18:24:25.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waporized</title><content type='html'>So, where have I been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One could blame any and all of the following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canadian Election&lt;br /&gt;Sermon Prep (something I only get to do about 2 or 3 times a year)&lt;br /&gt;Canadian Election&lt;br /&gt;Taking a break&lt;br /&gt;Canadian Election&lt;br /&gt;Lack of readership....&lt;br /&gt;Canadian Election&lt;br /&gt;January blues&lt;br /&gt;Canadian Election&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's about it. I will however endeavor to be more active in the coming while due to two main occurrences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. I now have internet at the shop, and at this time of year I am rarely doing anything useful anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. You guessed it, the Canadian Election is over. (I am down to reading Andrew Coyne and buddies once or twice a day)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113850140861440562?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113850140861440562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113850140861440562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2006/01/waporized.html' title='Waporized'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113754477528167530</id><published>2006-01-17T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T16:39:35.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rednecks</title><content type='html'>I am sure that you have heard the phrase, you might be a redneck if...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as noted before there are strange things done in welding shops but if there was any question about how redneck it may get, this photo of my employee Brendan should answer the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/400/100_5657.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In case you think we are too redneck though, here he is in a later photo after his treatment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/400/100_5671.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Which brings to mind some Robert Service...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;There are strange things done in the midnight sun&lt;br /&gt;By the men who moil for gold;&lt;br /&gt;The Arctic trails have their secret tales&lt;br /&gt;That would make your blood run cold;&lt;br /&gt;The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,&lt;br /&gt;But the queerest they ever did see&lt;br /&gt;Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge&lt;br /&gt;I cremated Sam McGee.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Read it all &lt;a href="http://www.wordfocus.com/wordactcremation.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113754477528167530?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113754477528167530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113754477528167530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2006/01/rednecks.html' title='Rednecks'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113747700860496105</id><published>2006-01-16T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T21:50:08.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote for the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Count the cost&lt;br /&gt;And chart your courses&lt;br /&gt;And reach out and take my hand&lt;br /&gt;Because today&lt;br /&gt;Our ship is sailing&lt;br /&gt;From here to the promised land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some will say&lt;br /&gt;That we can't make it&lt;br /&gt;And they will decide to stay&lt;br /&gt;But I say love&lt;br /&gt;Will be a lighthouse&lt;br /&gt;Leading us all the way &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mylon &amp;amp; Broken Heart&lt;br /&gt;Crank It Up&lt;br /&gt;Track #10&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics by Allen, Hardy, Hewitt and LeFevre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I love songs that put me at sea.)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113747700860496105?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113747700860496105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113747700860496105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2006/01/quote-for-day_16.html' title='Quote for the Day'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113745979037882120</id><published>2006-01-16T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T17:03:10.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy</title><content type='html'>I awoke this morning, and read soon afterwards, that the Conservative candidate in my riding, Sue Greetham, is openly stating that she supports the traditional definition of marriage. This is refreshing after the non response that I had some time back from our Liberal MP on the same subject. I am not sure if Sue has a chance in this election, but she just earned one more point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her statement, when I heard it on the radio later, that she believes in God, was a bit on the epileptic side. However I do believe it to be an honest statement, even if it may cost her votes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side, I heard many ads today that were coming from the aforementioned Liberal MP. Curiously, nowhere in the ads does it say that he is a Liberal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cbc.ca/north/story/marriage-election-16012006.html"&gt;The brief news report on Sue&lt;/a&gt;. via CBC North.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113745979037882120?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113745979037882120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113745979037882120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy.html' title='Happy'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113711387738614489</id><published>2006-01-12T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T16:57:57.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Language</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/1600/star.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/400/star.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that Paul Martin is even getting concerned about the few seats up north. In the Yukon it would seem that Larry Bagnell had a lock on his seat for the Liberals just a few short weeks ago. Now we find out that PMPM is giving interviews all the way across the country to small town reporters. It is the usual attack on Stephen Harper, and the bad language is continuing to infiltrate the Big Red Machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Whitehorse Star Online has the headline &lt;strong&gt;'Tories' northern stance 'doesn't make sense'&lt;/strong&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.whitehorsestar.com/auth.php?r=40952"&gt;this page&lt;/a&gt;. But the printed copy that I received in my mail box a few minutes ago states &lt;strong&gt;Tories are 'no damn good' for North: PM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case I guess that nothing is secure in this election, even in the north.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113711387738614489?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113711387738614489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113711387738614489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2006/01/bad-language.html' title='Bad Language'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113703231953892137</id><published>2006-01-11T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T18:18:39.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunscreen</title><content type='html'>Sorry, no album review tonight. I am working on the latest Pat Metheney Group CD and will hopefully be ready to present something next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In it's absence I offer you this fictitious address by Mary Schmich. More about it &lt;a href="http://sree.net/stories/sunscreen.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Yes I know that this one has been around for a while, but I like it, and I just found out it's origin today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;June 1, 1997 The Chicago Tribune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '97:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wear sunscreen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do one thing every day that scares you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stretch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect your elders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run&lt;br /&gt;out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But trust me on the sunscreen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113703231953892137?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113703231953892137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113703231953892137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2006/01/sunscreen.html' title='Sunscreen'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113695770126380305</id><published>2006-01-10T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T17:42:00.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Duffy vs. Duffy</title><content type='html'>In a remarkable turn of events, there is a national reporter with integrity. Mike Duffy (of CTV) laid a deserved tongue lashing on John Duffy (Liberal strategist) on the air live tonight after the french debate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see the ad that is at the center and the lashing &lt;a href="http://www.stephentaylor.ca/archives/000516.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, courtesy of Stephen Taylor. (Thanks Stephen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;Update&lt;/strong&gt;:  Mike Duffy explains what happened in the pre-show &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://angrygwn.mu.nu/archives/151044.php"&gt;&lt;em&gt;here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113695770126380305?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113695770126380305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113695770126380305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2006/01/duffy-vs-duffy.html' title='Duffy vs. Duffy'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113685806135292685</id><published>2006-01-09T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T17:54:21.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote for the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You gave me your love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lifted me up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I'm looking at forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I never thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd ever see that far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You, you're in my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wherever I go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I know right from the start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You love was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Written on my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus One&lt;br /&gt;The Promise&lt;br /&gt;Track #1 Written On My Heart&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics by: Eric Foster / Stephanie Lewis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113685806135292685?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113685806135292685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113685806135292685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2006/01/quote-for-day_09.html' title='Quote for the Day'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113675785440860595</id><published>2006-01-08T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T14:04:14.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashamed of the Gospel</title><content type='html'>(This is a sermon from January of last year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Acts 4:1-22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we start I would like to give you a brief idea of where we are heading this morning. We are going to look at the passage in Acts 4 in a verse by verse manner. Out of this I wish to draw a historical correlation between what Peter has done and what is happening now. Finally I wish to give an application for us all so that we in fact do not become like the recipients of Peter's message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What may be said in the latter parts today may not be comfortable. Don't worry, it's not meant to be comfortable. I want to be clear, there is specific application out of this mornings words and I do not want you to miss it. I do not want to miss it. It makes me uncomfortable. It is through that, I hope to see action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to read to you a paraphrase of words from Timothy 1 and 2 by Steve Camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my son Timothy&lt;br /&gt;I charge you in the sight of God&lt;br /&gt;Preach the Word when it's convenient&lt;br /&gt;Preach the Word when it's not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For there'll come a time when truth is compromised&lt;br /&gt;There will be teaching for itching ears&lt;br /&gt;But You - be sober in all things&lt;br /&gt;But you - endure hardship for the King&lt;br /&gt;But do the work of an evangelist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of preaching in and out of season, convenient and not, the idea of the truth in face of popularity, these were real to Peter and John. They are real to us. I would like if you would put that in your back pocket, because we are going to be bouncing of that concept throughout the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to the text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see in the first three chapters of Acts the beginnings of the church. There is also something curiously missing. Opposition. Up until the fourth chapter the church enjoyed a brief time without persecution. This in itself , complete with the opposition that comes next, raises a parallel to today. We can learn much from how Peter and John stood in the face of the authorities. This transition from unchallenged growth to persecution is historic. It is a first for the early Christian church and it is mirrored throughout history. Lets look how Peter handled it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very quickly we see what the temple leaders problem is. They are disturbed by the teaching of the resurrection of the dead. They are disturbed that they were preaching in Christ. They want to shut Peter and John up. They seize them. I guess there is now opposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to picture this. There is a semi circle of men seated. Seventy one men. Not any men. Men that were educated in the Torah. These were scholars. Leaders of the temple, priests, Sadducees, the high priest Annas, and the family of the high priest. This is what we call the Sanhedrin. Peter and John are standing in the center of this semi circle. They are looking back at the very men that judged Christ approximately two months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The charge, "by what power or by what name have you done this?" Although the Sanhedrin is specifically disturbed by the resurrection of the dead they attack at a different point. At issue is the healing of the lame man from the beginning of chapter three. You remember, " walking and leaping and praising God"? We must note now that Peter responds filled with the Holy Spirit. Although he may be viewed in a James Dean rebel type light, this is not his demeanor. He is respectful. He addresses the rulers with respect. Much as now days in court we would respect the Judge by referring to him as 'your honour' Peter addresses them as rulers and elders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his address he immediately re-frames the question, and the reference to the healing changes from 'this' to 'this act of kindness.' And then quickly moves on to the stinger. He, in his first sentence, preaches Christ. Not only that he preaches resurrection. Now what is it that we said about the Sadducees? This is, as we saw at the beginning of the chapter, at the root of their problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are starting to see a bit of the rebel. What Peter says is not the safe route. As one pastor has put it, if you were hoping to persuade these men in a manner that was comfortable, in a manner that was sensitive to them, you would not mention the resurrection of the dead. And surly not by mentioning it in reference to the one that they had put to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he not only states that, but he adds to the sting. Please turn to Psalm 118 at verse 21. Here we read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will praise you,&lt;br /&gt;For you have answered me,&lt;br /&gt;And have become my salvation,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stone which the builders rejected&lt;br /&gt;Has become the chief cornerstone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now please turn to Luke 20 verse 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell us, by what authority are You doing these things? Or who is he who gave You this authority?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again in Verse 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then He looked at them and said, "What then is this that is written:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stone which the builders rejected has become the chief cornerstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And back to our text Acts 4 verse 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is the stone which was rejected by you builders, which has become the chief cornerstone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Same question to Christ by the same men. Same answer as Peter. Do you think they might be getting it yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing is sure now, they recognize who Peter and John are. They also recognize that they cannot argue with fact. The healed man is standing in their midst. They retreat into a closed meeting and discuss damage control. It is decided that if they cannot argue, they can at least gag. They threaten Peter and John in order to make them silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter and John answer again with respect. And decline. For the power of God is far more then these men. They cannot help but speak. They cannot help but provide the gospel in a manner that is uncomfortable to the audience. FOR THEY ARE NOT ASHAMED OF THE GOSPEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is where this gets uncomfortable. I would also like to note that I, myself, am uncomfortable with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to come up with an understanding of how this passage applies to us today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Peter preached in defiance of what his audience wanted to hear, he did so as the second in a long line of people. It was not new with Peter nor should it be for us. It is the very truth of the Gospel. At any point if not preached in its fullness, we do the Gospel, and our audience a disservice. At any point if the doctrine is not sound we do ourselves a disservice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If what I say here is contrary to what you feel or believe then talk to me about it. Although I am open to discussion about this I do strongly feel that I am supported both biblically and historically. You see there are many, that go before, preaching the whole Gospel. There are many, that go before, that warned the consequences of not preaching the whole Gospel. There are many, that go before, that encouraged others to not be, ASHAMED OF THE GOSPEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many over the centuries have stood in the pulpit ,and in groups, and in persecution. Many have stood fast. Many have preached the unadulterated Gospel. I take comfort in that fact. Although I am very sure that I am not as eloquent I still hope that this encourages you all to a deeper relationship with our Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ himself preached in a manner that was not sensitive to the audience but was, the truth. Pure and simple.&lt;br /&gt;Peter.&lt;br /&gt;The first preacher of the Christian church. As we have shown this morning he made no attempt to shroud the Gospel. He was at the heart of the truth in the first sentence of his sermon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timothy.&lt;br /&gt;Paul encouraged Timothy. First of all he encouraged Timothy to preach sound doctrine, and then later notes that there will be a time that men will not endure it. He then exhorts him again to keep at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Augustine.&lt;br /&gt;In Sixth century Augustine spoke against Pelagius and the doctrine of salvation by works. Bringing to light much of the doctrine that was gripped by the reformation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luther.&lt;br /&gt;The corruption of Luther's day was vast. The sale of indulgences and salvation partly by works was rampant. Luther stood fast against this bad doctrine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spurgeon.&lt;br /&gt;Charles Spurgeon spoke against the candy coating of the Gospel. This for the purpose of not causing offense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Authors and pastors today are renewing the call for sound doctrine. John MacArthur Jr. wrote a book curiously by the name "Ashamed of the Gospel" and a subtitle, "when the church becomes like the world"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, as Christians are different, we are not to be like the world. We need to have sound doctrine. We need to be able to present it respectfully but without apology. We should not have to candy coat it. We should not have to market it. It should be presented with Christ in the forefront. Just as Peter did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this truly what we desire? Is this what we expect? Is this what we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of Spurgeon from over 100 years ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everywhere there is apathy. Nobody cares whether that which is preached is true or false. A sermon is a sermon whatever the subject; only the shorter it is the better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we know when it is ear tickling? How do we discern when what we hear is true? What is the action we must take individually and corporately to insure against apathy? Well to answer this lets look again to the early church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acts 2:42&lt;br /&gt;They were continually devoting themselves to the apostle's teaching and to fellowship, to the breaking of bread and to prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we emulate this?&lt;br /&gt;Before we answer listen to another quote from Spurgeon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" At a certain meeting of ministers and church officers, one after another doubted the value of prayer-meetings; all confessed that they had a very small attendance, and several acknowledged without the slightest compunction that they had quite given them up. What means this? Are churches in a right condition when they have only one meeting for prayer in a week, and that a mere skeleton?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are we at with this? In Acts we read that they CONTINUALLY DEVOTED themselves. What does that mean? In a lifestyle where I think most of us could come up with the rank of, God, Family, Friends. Do we apply it? Most of us spend time in the following allotment, sleep, work, family, friends, church. And I am very guilty of this. I wouldn't doubt that work actually ranks above sleep and that if we discount TV hours, friends outrank family. In the light of this what does it mean "continually devoted?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you with all certainty that if to you, it means coming to church on Sunday, you have missed the boat. Pastor George told us 2 weeks ago that a 20 minute sermon is woefully inadequate. Sunday morning is profoundly important and I would never want to remove that from our view. I am saying that if that is where it stops we are in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you may be saying that you pray and read the bible regularly. This is good and important, but what about the fellowship? What about corporate prayer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past while, I have seen, too many things, that point directly to the need for corporate prayer. At the AGM we heard from many diverse parts of the congregation, an expressed sadness that this, corporate prayer, is not happening. We have heard Pastor preach on this, for many weeks already, this month. Another member has posted a profound article, about the need for prayer on her Weblog. You know what? Starting on February 9 at 7:30 be here at the church. As my friend Pete Harms says, this is when the 'rubber meats the road.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course prayer is a part of this. So is study. Bible study with fellow believers. And this is where we learn the sound doctrine in depth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to point out what a cohesive group, in my bible study means to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I can call on Peter Harms and Kevin Greenshields to help with physical tasks, such as helping others move. I know them so well that I can and have promised their help before asking them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can count on Gerry Ewert for good council and advice in matters of business and ethics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott Gilbreath is an inexhaustible resource when it comes to matters of doctrine and faith.&lt;br /&gt;The women of the group all similarly have positive attributes, I am just amazingly unable to discuss them. (Being an insensitive man)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also we have studied in depth, from what I remember, many sermons, many books, and at least 19 books out of the 66 in the canon. All this and I still am amazed at how little I know, and how much more there is to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot underscore the importance of this enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Important is it? How important do the leaders of your church feel it is? I would like to say that everyone of the deacons from this church have a bible study group. Is it important? You bet it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We read in Psalm 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Blessed is the man who walks not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor stands in the seat of the scornful; But his delight is in the law of the Lord, and in His law he meditates day and night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day and night people! Not just on Sunday. We read on in the rest of the Psalm to gain understanding that this is what roots the believer. It is also by definition what separates us from the ungodly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what do we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need more study leaders, and we need more attenders. Plain and simple. By rough calculation a full 75% of adult population in this congregation, do not go to a Bible Study. It is a sad number and woefully inadequate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am placing a call to those who are leaders. Yes you. I think you know who you are. I am calling you to form bible studies. I am calling all the adults to attend these studies. Yes all of you. And I am calling you to come to prayer meetings on Wednesday evening. What is more, and this is what counts. Do you hear your Lord calling you? Is he telling you, blessed is the man that meditates night and day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have we learned? Peter was devoted to sound doctrine in the light of persecution. The church was devoted to prayer, study, fellowship, and the breaking of bread. Throughout history people have been similarly devoted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are, in the same manner, to be devoted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;br /&gt;Chris Klassen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113675785440860595?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113675785440860595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113675785440860595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2006/01/ashamed-of-gospel.html' title='Ashamed of the Gospel'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113659826680408160</id><published>2006-01-06T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T17:44:26.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Album Review</title><content type='html'>As promised here is my review of The Great Divide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/400/stapp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scott Stapp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Great Divide.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My first experience with Scott Stapp is like for most. Listening to the band Creed. I was introduced to Creed by my brother soon after the release of Human Clay. I had heard the music on the radio a few times but had not really taken on looking any further.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A note about the genre. Hard rock. Leaning heavily to metal/grunge. I recall getting into my brothers car just ahead of my parents. He turned the ignition and Creed came blaring out the stereo. It was an instantaneous panic to turn the stereo off before the folks got in. Followed by a laugh/giggle and a grin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is not music for the faint of heart. Most likely not for classically trained choir directors either. Scott Stapp takes off where Creed ended.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As in a few albums that have been released on Wind Up Records this one has Christian Undertones. Wind Up has released groups that have quite overt Christian lyrics, like those of Evanescence, and others that are more muted like those of the Creed album Human Clay or that of the band formed by the other part of Creed, Alter Bridge. (In short a let down) The Great Divide has lyrics that are probably fit somewhere between the last Creed album, Weathered, and that of Evanescence's. Although I can't say that they carry the impact of either.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;About Scott Stapp's personal Christianity; I read an interview with him that was written about the time of his single release on the Passion 'music inspired by the...' In it he unequivocally states that as a part of Creed, he was asked many times if they were a Christian band. The band was not as a group Christian, and that was reflected in the responses that they gave. He goes on to state that he is quite glad that he was never asked personally about his Christianity. This was followed by an explanation that dwelt on the matter of his witness and lack there-of. A broken marriage later, and his head has turned around. Much to the joy of his Christian Father.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now to the album at hand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The reason for the delay yesterday was my realization that although I had listened to the album many times, the first two songs turned me off, and I was tuned out for the remainder. As I was taking a more critical listen I realized that the rest of the album was better than I had thought, and therefore I should listen a bit closer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The first two songs on this CD are bad pics. They are not really musical and should never had made the cut. Beyond that they are really loud. In a way that does them no favor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The remainder of the album steps back a notch and feels a little slower. Not the kind of slower that came with an 80's hair band playing a ballad, but rather the kind of slower that 90 miles and hour is slower than 110. Its still raunchy but far more palatable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The musicality is far better when it is dialed back a notch. The musicians seem to have a better flow and defiantly sound like higher quality. Stapp himself after the third track sounds better and is more understandable. Nothing outstanding here. Nothing super offensive in most of the later tracks. Just plain hard rock. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I find it unfortunate that the first single release was the title track, The Great Divide. It sounds too much like Creed and Stapp is stuck singing in triplets as he tends to. Its not bad but there are a few that are much better on the album. I suppose that the Creed type sound will sell albums to the general market. If you find after this review that you are waffling a bit, find a copy of the track named Justify. If you like it you will like most of the work. If you don't give it a skip. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Justify to me shows a progression in style, and I hope that as Stapp goes on, that this is the direction he takes his career.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For listening this album is great for working out to. Getting that extra lap or rep will appreciate the lively encouragement. If you are the kind that likes a good 4 shot espresso in the morning, it might fit the bill for the drive to work. DO NOT take that as a license to speed. Which will be the obvious ear to foot reaction while listening.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The recording is at par with those that Creed put out. Good, listenable, not remarkable. It works. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;About the Cover. It has a phrase written on it. As much as it looks like Greek, do not try to translate it. It's Cherokee. I found that out after many frustrating hours. I still have no idea what it says.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Genre: Hard Rock&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: Covertly Christian&lt;br /&gt;Listenability: 90mph and above&lt;br /&gt;Musicality: Hair Band&lt;br /&gt;Recording: Hair Band&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113659826680408160?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113659826680408160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113659826680408160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2006/01/album-review.html' title='Album Review'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113642115239168900</id><published>2006-01-04T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T16:32:32.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Divide</title><content type='html'>I had every intention of posting a review today on the &lt;a href="http://www.scottstapp.com/music.html"&gt;Great Divide&lt;/a&gt;, a new album by &lt;a href="http://www.scottstapp.com/"&gt;Scott Stapp&lt;/a&gt;. (of creed fame) However, in listening to it for the last time before the review, my opinion of certain sections of the album started shifting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of fairness to you and to Scott Stapp, I have decided to give it a couple more listens before passing judgment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully tomorrow I will have something for you, and hopefully it is worth the wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113642115239168900?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113642115239168900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113642115239168900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2006/01/great-divide.html' title='The Great Divide'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113639146916984702</id><published>2006-01-04T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T08:17:49.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did You Miss Your Gift?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/1600/pete.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/400/pete.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; An explanation for the lack of gifts just in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa had transportation problems this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113639146916984702?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113639146916984702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113639146916984702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2006/01/did-you-miss-your-gift.html' title='Did You Miss Your Gift?'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113634157210331857</id><published>2006-01-03T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T18:30:12.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Right Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/1600/Alberta%20Oil%20Field%20Cameo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/400/Alberta%20Oil%20Field%20Cameo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alberta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In continuation&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;of the series of artwork that I have show &lt;a href="http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/11/from-right-side.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/12/from-right-side.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, this is the third piece out of five.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It seems that this particular one grabs the attention of many people. I am not sure if that is because it is instantly recognizable, or maybe certain people longing for the flat land. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;For those less acquainted with the prairies in Canada, the figure along the land is what we, as kids, referred to as an oil donkey. It is a pump that is used to draw oil out of the ground. It's head moves up and down on a counter weight and is attached to a piston that pumps the oil. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This piece is now the property of My sister and her family. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113634157210331857?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113634157210331857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113634157210331857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2006/01/from-right-side.html' title='From the Right Side'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113633813074679015</id><published>2006-01-03T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T17:28:50.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 3rd Sex</title><content type='html'>It appears that Matel would like to remove the gender gap completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/1600/barbiepoll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/320/barbiepoll.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having two daughters that enjoy the Barbie website, this poll that they posted concerns me more than a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the &lt;a href="http://www.worldnetdaily.com/news/article.asp?ARTICLE_ID=48177"&gt;World Net Daily Article&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113633813074679015?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113633813074679015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113633813074679015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2006/01/3rd-sex.html' title='The 3rd Sex'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113633745802747158</id><published>2006-01-03T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T17:17:38.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberal Attack Ad Remix</title><content type='html'>In what appears to be a remix of old ads, the video that you can find on &lt;a href="http://www.stephentaylor.ca/archives/000508.html"&gt;Stephen Taylor's &lt;/a&gt;blog is quite pointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch closely and note at the end who it is sponsored by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113633745802747158?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113633745802747158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113633745802747158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2006/01/liberal-attack-ad-remix.html' title='Liberal Attack Ad Remix'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113624403990531126</id><published>2006-01-02T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T15:21:51.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote for the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the silence falls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Through the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hear the echo of Your call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's no cheering of the crowd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's no bright lights allowed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just this heart inside of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And in the darkness You're all I see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mansfield, Howard, Kaiser&lt;br /&gt;Into the Night&lt;br /&gt;Track #6 It's Only You&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics by Larry Howard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113624403990531126?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113624403990531126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113624403990531126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2006/01/quote-for-day.html' title='Quote for the Day'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113608796145334712</id><published>2005-12-31T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T20:07:26.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advocate Judges</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(The following is a letter written by a local Whitehorse resident that was published in our local paper. He has consented to allow me to place it on Limited Thinking.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's another blow to the fundamental unit of Canadian society: the home, by undermining the binding properties, upon which the foundation rests the cohesion and continuance of family life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Supreme Court of Canada has ruled that group sex among consenting adults is neither indecent or a risk to society, and, therefore, lifted a ban on "swingers" clubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one instance, the court agreed that "criminal indecency or obscenity must rest on actual harm or a significant risk of harm to individuals or society."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, it adds to the comment that the establishments are not necessarily socially harmful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further, saying that "attitudes in themselves are not crimes" and "the autonomy and liberty of members of the public was not affected by unwanted confrontation with sexual activity in question."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, stating that individuals and couples are now free to exercise their "fundamental rights".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are words of fools: those who do not understand the principles of family, of social and personal integrity and the Constitution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whereas Canada is founded upon the principles that recognized the supremacy of God and the rule of law..." states the preamble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone consult God on the matter? Does doing whatever one wants constitute freedom to exercise one's fundamental rights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What, in truth, is the familial, individual and social impact of such permissiveness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It denies the sanctity and unity of the home and the union of both husband and wife as an inseparable bond. The individual is free to choose his or her activities whether or not most Canadians disapprove of the activity, say the judges. Is this democracy in action?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People live together under rule of law for the express interests of the common good. When a few have rights contrary to this principle, society erodes, chaos ensues, anarchy reigns, unity is dissolved and a nation collapses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexual freedom puts pressure on our social programs, like health care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When, not long ago, pressure was put on the health care program of Canadian society from smokers, great action from government and anti-smoking activists was the attention across our nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will not all this sexual activity put the same pressure on the program? Will not the increase of sexually-transmitted diseases burden the health care program?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further, will not unwanted pregnancies increase, unwanted children be born, and, in turn, will not a burden be put on social services programs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People need to take a stand for that which is right; does not righteousness exalt a nation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The courts need not to wait until the problem arises before they take action. If morality is not at the centre of legislation - then what do we legislate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God calls group sex "sin"; the Supreme Court judges call it "fundamental freedom".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the wiser?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ken Besler&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113608796145334712?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113608796145334712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113608796145334712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/12/advocate-judges.html' title='Advocate Judges'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113608478356567342</id><published>2005-12-31T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T19:06:23.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Jacob</title><content type='html'>As I promised earlier this month, I am posting photos of the ornament that I made for this Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/400/star%20in.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is it in the packaging that they all were shipped in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/400/star%20out.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And what they looked like outside of the package.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/400/process.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And lastly a shot in the process of finishing, along with two of the churches listed in &lt;a href="http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/12/from-right-side_27.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The verse that I wrote that was on the card contained in the packaging follows.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Out of Jacob&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Numbers 24:17&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a time appointed by the Father, there appeared a star. As it might have been known in such a small group, this was a miracle. It was the fullness of time. The Messiah had arrived. It was a sign to all, and a guide to some. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not chasing rainbows, but in search of a treasure for all of mankind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Savior, Jesus Christ.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113608478356567342?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113608478356567342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113608478356567342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/12/out-of-jacob.html' title='Out of Jacob'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113579966975068076</id><published>2005-12-28T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T22:18:09.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Album Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/1600/Jamie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/400/Jamie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Jamie Cullum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Catching Tales&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The infamous third release. It seems that in this day and age there is a typical first three releases. The first being an unheard of indy release, followed by an immensely successful release number two on a well known label. This is followed by a number three release that is a bit of a departure from what most of the public refer to as the 'first one' which is of course the first major label release. The reason that I say infamous, is that the release in its departure from the status quo is not really well accepted. &lt;em&gt;(note: this is actually his fourth release if you include a first that was limited to 600 pressings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well does this release pass that test? That is what I am here to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first flush I would have been quick to say no. I have to say that originally this album didn't sit well with me. It had one really important thing though. It had a hook. At first when I plugged it in, the hook on track one had me. It was about the only thing that brought me back to listen to it the second time. By then it was the off the wall interpretation of 'I only have eyes for you.' Once I had been through the album three or four times it was starting to stick. A bit longer than his 'first major label release' which I was into from the first note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now glad that it kept me for the long haul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie Cullum has an amazing ability to interpret classic in a new way, a way that is not offensive. It is a way that is fresh yet respectful, and gives me hope that some of the music that I have heard over and over and over and over again, may just have life in it this side of the elevator. Whether it is Hendrix, Radiohead, or the classic aforementioned ' I Only Have Eyes For You,' Jamie has the ability to make it new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is more, the numbers that are original, blend with the classics. This may be because he has put his own jazz/pop stamp on the old stuff and his new creations, or simply because he is really good. More than likely it is a bit of both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrically there is a big plus here. You can understand them without a cheat sheet. First time through. More than that, they speak. Sometimes deep as in the lament ' Oh God' and other times a little lighter like in 'Photograph'. It is a good thing that you can understand them, since the liner notes are as poor as they come. At least when it comes to the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick note on the liner notes. There is written here a very comprehensive dialog on each song and the thoughts behind it. I am not sure how much I like this. From one perspective it is a window into the artist. In another perspective, it takes away the magic of the music. For me I would skip it and spend more time tightening the written lyrics to five or less fonts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The musicality is the thing that makes all, of what this album is, work. It of course doesn't happen in a vacuum. Every song has input from multiple members, and every song has multiple instruments. They work well together. Jamie Cullum himself is an accomplished pianist. That coupled with the previously mentioned song writing/interpreting ability makes the long term effect, a lasting production. Harmonies that run a little beatlesque and keys that run a little toward traditional jazz trio makes the sound signature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie's voice is the last piece. I can't say I fell in love with it instantaneously. I have learned to find it enduring. Of course I am quite sure that if Van Morrison came out sounding like he does on 'Brown Eyed Girl' today, we may all take a step back. That said, all the elements of a key note voice is there. Its different. Its unaltered. It has a hint of heart, and of husky. At moments you almost wonder if he is using a tube mic, just slightly overdriven. But that's not it. Its just that little bit raspy. Curiously, when he turns up the heat, it clears out. I hope this is a sign that he can keep his sound and mature it, rather than being at a point that he has blown it out already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this, and did I mention that he is only 26.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recording, at first blush is quite decent. A more critical listen starts noticing differences in reverb at many occasions during single tracks. It is not that this cannot be used artistically, but in this case it is not. Further, it is just below the edge of being distracting. It appears that Cullum has not yet developed the consummate studio sound that an artist of his caliber should have. This may be a difficulty seeing he is trying to bridge two genre's. It would be nice to hear a more consistent recording. Even the changes between songs are far too abrupt. His long liner notes suggest that he had a hard time arriving on a track order. Maybe this is a result of not really recording all the tracks in a similar fashion. I am not sure what the answer is here, but it is a juggernaut that he needs to resolve to move into the realm of the truly great brits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a doubt or hesitation, this album is a buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genre: Jazz/Pop&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: Clear&lt;br /&gt;Listenability: Fun and Enjoyable&lt;br /&gt;Musicality: Fresh, Enlightening&lt;br /&gt;Recording: Freshman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113579966975068076?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113579966975068076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113579966975068076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/12/album-review_28.html' title='Album Review'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113572233860872925</id><published>2005-12-27T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T14:25:38.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch.. Ch.. Changes</title><content type='html'>A few house keeping changes around the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Permanent links for all of my regular features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something I have been wanting to do for sometime. I have checked them all and they all seem to be working. Look at the sidebar and you should find the categories as well as the links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No reason really. I just saw one and thought that it would be a neat addition. The time of course is that of Whitehorse Yukon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113572233860872925?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113572233860872925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113572233860872925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/12/ch-ch-changes.html' title='Ch.. Ch.. Changes'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113571990020344104</id><published>2005-12-27T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T13:45:00.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Right Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/1600/church.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/400/church.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year as gifts for my family I produced five of these churches. This represents a slight departure for me in my artwork. Up until now most if not all of what I have done from the right side has been two dimensional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The move to a three dimensional form is a bit different. This was a somewhat basic move for me since I work in three dimensions for most of the fabrication that I do. That said, I tried to stay with something that was relatively simple. Seeing that it worked out as well as it did, it may spur me to further look into multiple dimensional works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113571990020344104?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113571990020344104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113571990020344104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/12/from-right-side_27.html' title='From the Right Side'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113571819875566080</id><published>2005-12-27T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T13:16:38.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote for Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Sorry that this is a day late!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;dull as dirt&lt;br /&gt;you can't assert the kind of light&lt;br /&gt;that might persuade&lt;br /&gt;a strict dictator to retire&lt;br /&gt;fire the army&lt;br /&gt;teach the poor origami&lt;br /&gt;the truth is in&lt;br /&gt;the proof is when&lt;br /&gt;you hear your heart&lt;br /&gt;start asking, "What's my motivation?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and try as you may, there isn't a way&lt;br /&gt;to explain the kind of change&lt;br /&gt;that would make an Eskimo renounce fir&lt;br /&gt;that would make a vegitarian barbeque hamster&lt;br /&gt;unless you can trace this about-face&lt;br /&gt;to a certain sign...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newsboys&lt;br /&gt;Going Public&lt;br /&gt;Track #2&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics by Steve Taylor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113571819875566080?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113571819875566080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113571819875566080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/12/quote-for-yesterday.html' title='Quote for Yesterday'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113547309963703862</id><published>2005-12-24T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T17:11:40.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/1600/girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/400/girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Although there may be much discussion about everthing from the date of Christmas to the political correctness of Christmas, tonight my family is celibrating the Incarnation of the Messiah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Balaam's Last Oracle Blessing Israel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I see him, but not now; I behold him, but not near: a star shall come out of Jacob and a scepter shall rise out of Israel; &lt;em&gt;Numbers 24:17&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Merry Christmas To You and Yours From The Klassen Family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113547309963703862?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113547309963703862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113547309963703862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113537658401260984</id><published>2005-12-23T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T14:23:04.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet Peeve</title><content type='html'>As most who know me already know, I am not opposed to trade with other countries. International trade is very important, and in a way much of my income is of the international flavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say however that buying local is something that I find keeps the economy in our small town rolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I find this slightly humorous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/400/cg%20up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a wristband from the Canada Games Centre in Whitehorse. It is a place that I and my family spend much time at.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When you turn the wristband over, this is what you find. (look carefully the print is light)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/400/cg%20down.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Interesting!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There may be none available in Canada, or they may be supplied by a local store, but boy does it look bad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113537658401260984?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113537658401260984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113537658401260984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/12/pet-peeve.html' title='Pet Peeve'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113530368507784317</id><published>2005-12-22T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T18:11:27.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Right Side, Extra Edition</title><content type='html'>Last year I started what I hope to be a yearly tradition. I made Christmas ornaments. Last year's was called Simeon's legacy, and contained an abbreviated version of &lt;a href="http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/12/simeons-legacy.html"&gt;this writing&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/400/simion%27s%20legacy.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/400/simeon%20pack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were limited to twenty. This year I have limited the ornaments to twenty-four. I am not showing them at this point yet though. They are not all distributed. So you can always hope that you are on the list for the last few!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hint though, they are called 'Out of Jacob.' I will tell you more a little after the 25th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113530368507784317?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113530368507784317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113530368507784317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/12/from-right-side-extra-edition.html' title='From the Right Side, Extra Edition'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113521881644308410</id><published>2005-12-21T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T20:22:51.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Album Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/1600/John%20Mayer%20Trio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/400/John%20Mayer%20Trio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John Mayer Trio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Try&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The liner notes say much in the first few words. And I quote: "Guitar, bass, and drums. Three guys, nowhere to hide. When it works...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any teeny bopper with a grade 8 education (much of his popular clientele) could read the liner notes on any other John Mayer CD and come to the conclusion that he is influenced by the blues. Any true blues lover could listen to the CD and they would be able to tell you that he is strongly influenced by the blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I heard about this album I couldn't wait to hear it. I would class myself in the latter group of people, and had wondered for a while what would happen if one could listen to John play his passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that this CD is live? Recorded at the House of Blues in Chicago. That alone should give it enough pedigree to warrant a listen. As I was running this afternoon listening to this, I was overcome with an image of the past. Myself, probably a bit too young in a bar that I shouldn't have been in, there to hear the blues. Live. Eyes closed, drinking Guinness. I realized as I ran that closing my eyes may lead to a little more than a small problem on the track. I tried real hard not to. I had semi success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bulk of this CD is pure blues. There is a bit of pop sprinkled in. More on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics are the blues. Not much to elaborate on there. Songs of lament. Quite interestingly the most pop like song on the album also has the most bluesy lyrics. That would be Something's Missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you handle this album? As for listening, I could easily lose myself in this one. It was good enough on the first listen to hook me in. Beyond that, it has what I consider to be the best attribute of any album...... &lt;strong&gt;The more I listen, the more I want to listen&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Even the quirky little things that John usually does live, have been mellowed enough that they are at the least not distracting, and for most not noticeable at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musicality. Where do I start. Steve Jordan on the kit and Pin Paladino on bass. What a rhythm section. Good doesn't begin to describe them. Consummate live performers. The rhythm is something makes me want to keep time on my thigh, just to make sure I'm not loosing it. At enough occasions the bass comes together with either the kick or the snare, so that you know that it isn't just pretty good and a bit lucky. This is really good, and pro. The timing reminds me somewhat of what occurs on Led Zepplin's 'Presence' album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John shines here, and it is obvious that he is home. Blues works for him. He works with the Blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray Charles' "I Got A Woman" stands out. They are in the zone and you can't help but getting dragged along with them. Lots of original music here too. "Vultures" shows that these musicians can write and play. Talented bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was any question of the talent the beginning of "Something's Missing "would answer that. The drummer picks the beat. The guitar player then pics the song. I have seen this tactic live, when working as a soundman. Anytime it works, it shows that the musicians are tight. Anytime it doesn't it's a grand flop. In this case the simple words, "IT ain't your TV" let the others know what song they have been playing up until that point. Of course the drummer and the bass have there fun changing the beat timing on the guitar enough so that it takes some care to navigate to lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song itself is a little on the poor side for a three piece blues band. Rhythm and lead guitar seem to be important parts. John try's to cover for the lack of pieces by switching modes, and throwing in a some phase shifting. Leave this one for the pop crowd. The full band does an excellent job of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other cover of his pop stuff is "Daughters" which slides beautifully into the genre. A bit surprisingly so. But it works enough so that your not longing for the original. In stark contrast one would assume that this is the way it was always to be played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That just might be the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any matter, it is good that he has a few familiar tunes so that those teeny boppers that show up at the House of Blues have something to sing along with when they realize the boy/man that they have a crush on, is far more three dimensional then they thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that this album does for blues what Harry Connick Jr. did for swing, and Diana Krall has done for Jazz. Those teeny boppers will need something to listen to after real life takes hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genre: Blues&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: Blues&lt;br /&gt;Listenability: Dark Highway at Night&lt;br /&gt;Musicality: Consummate&lt;br /&gt;Recording: Live&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113521881644308410?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113521881644308410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113521881644308410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/12/album-review_21.html' title='Album Review'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113514061962503635</id><published>2005-12-20T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T20:50:19.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Right Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/1600/advent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/400/advent.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our Advent wreath. Like almost everything else I make, it is steel. Cold rolled mild steel to be exact. The method on this one was MIG welding as opposed to the brazing that I most commonly use now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wreath came quite a few years ago, and I have since made a few more for friends and family. The Celtic Cross that sits in the center for the Christ candle, came a year later. Both gifts to my wife.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113514061962503635?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113514061962503635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113514061962503635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/12/from-right-side_20.html' title='From the Right Side'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113512926840983321</id><published>2005-12-20T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T17:41:08.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Told Them So</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/1600/200-greely-peace-protest1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/320/200-greely-peace-protest1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ago September a teacher from one of our local schools showed his AMAZING STUPIDITY, by taking students across the border to a military installation in Alaska. Not for any good reason mind you. The purpose was to attend a demonstration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it was quite apparent to all but the MSM and this teacher and possible the parents of the students, just how utterly blind you have to be to do such a thing. Especially in the USA these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it has now happened. They now realize that they have been but on a list that considers them a risk, by the US defense department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you surprised?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the following article suggests though, the teacher is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again this fact does not surprise me either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read about it at &lt;a href="http://www.cbc.ca/north/story/protestthreat201205.html"&gt;CBC North&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113512926840983321?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113512926840983321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113512926840983321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-told-them-so.html' title='I Told Them So'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113502521972291105</id><published>2005-12-19T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T12:46:59.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote for the Day</title><content type='html'>It seems that for numerous reasons, the tragedy of September 11, 2001 has been on my mind a little more lately than usual. The opening track on what has commonly become known as the September 11 album, of Sting's is Fragile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are not in the know, Sting along with many of Europe's top recording artists recorded "....all this time" on 911. It is live, and the emotion of the day is captured to this day. The choice of Fragile to open is fitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one&lt;br /&gt;Drying in the colour of the evening sun&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away&lt;br /&gt;But something in our minds will always stay&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this final act was meant&lt;br /&gt;To clinch a lifetime's argument&lt;br /&gt;That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could&lt;br /&gt;For all those born beneath an angry star&lt;br /&gt;Lest we forget how fragile we are&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sting&lt;br /&gt;...all this time&lt;br /&gt;Track 1 Fragile&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: Sting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113502521972291105?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113502521972291105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113502521972291105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/12/quote-for-day_19.html' title='Quote for the Day'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113494586523084590</id><published>2005-12-18T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T14:44:25.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love My Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/1600/DSCN0343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/400/DSCN0343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ability to go for a walk in the afternoon and look at this. This is one of the special things that make this not Saskatchewan! (sorry flatlanders)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113494586523084590?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113494586523084590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113494586523084590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-love-my-town.html' title='I Love My Town'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113494209307913574</id><published>2005-12-18T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T11:34:32.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth Advent</title><content type='html'>Today was a different fourth advent. Today we had a children's Christmas play. In all honesty I am not greatly into children's plays. That may be as a result of not really liking them when I had to be in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of that, there was a highlight in the play. It showcased musical talents of the teens at several points. There was a young lady vocalist by the name of Emma. I was wowed. I closed my eyes and was no longer at a play. It was a breath of fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one other thing that stood out more than a little. We had two baptisms this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glen and Daniel. I am sorry that I do not have decent photos. The ones of Dan are so-so, the ones of Glen are worse. I find excitement in both of these baptisms, since I know both young men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel has been an employee of mine for the last two summers and it is a pleasure to see him in the waters of baptism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/400/DanB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dan and Pastor George.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/400/Danwet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dan all wet!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Update:  Daniel has agreed to let me post his testimony.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;My name is Daniel Harms, I'm currently in grade 12 at Vanier School, and I have decided to be baptised today. First, I'll tell you a little bit about me. I was raised in a Godly household. Christianity therefore, was something that I grew up with. However, it seemed more like a routine and not the personal way of life that it should be. When I was around 8 years old I had gone to Camp Yukon and there I gave my life to Christ. This was one of the first steps that I took towards making Christianity a personal decision. Because I had been home schooled until I began public school in grade 10, Christianity had been the only religion that I had really learned about. My greatest struggle that I encountered occurred over that whole first year at Vanier as I wrestled with the reasons for why I believed in Christianity. I was in a mandatory religion class that studied various world religions and soonthere seemed to be more options than just the one. I began to doubt Christianity and struggled over which one religion was right or true (because they all couldn't be right). Eventually, near the end of that school year, I believe that God opened my eyes because I could accept Christianity as being the only way, as truth and as a personal commitment. I am now being baptised to show that I believe that there is only one way to heaven and that it is through Jesus Christ, who died on a cross for my sins, and then rose from the dead. I want to show others that I am willing to give my life to Christ and live for Him.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113494209307913574?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113494209307913574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113494209307913574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/12/fourth-advent.html' title='Fourth Advent'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113492562746636158</id><published>2005-12-18T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T09:07:07.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo How a Rose ‘er Blooming</title><content type='html'>Song of Songs 2:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To quote Spurgeon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The exceeding delightfulness of Christ is suggested to our mind by his declaration ‘I am the rose, and I am the lily.’ And first he is in himself the delight of men."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As this song informs us, this rose is from Jesse’s lineage. This rose was foretold by the prophet Isaiah, and this rose was sung about by men of old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find comfort in the fact that as we look forward to Christ’s birth on this fourth advent, we look forward with many throughout history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rose I have in mind?&lt;br /&gt;This rose is Christ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113492562746636158?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113492562746636158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113492562746636158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/12/lo-how-rose-er-blooming.html' title='Lo How a Rose ‘er Blooming'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113489010592883812</id><published>2005-12-17T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T23:15:05.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday's Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/1600/DSCN0332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/400/DSCN0332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Project was to finish the outdoor Christmas lighting at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there are a few other things that were done but you know the time of year and all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that I was a little dismayed at the difference in colour of the led lights that are around the door. I guess white isn't always white.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113489010592883812?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113489010592883812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113489010592883812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/12/saturdays-project_17.html' title='Saturday&apos;s Project'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113468012617479103</id><published>2005-12-15T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T12:55:26.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And a Very Old Man Was He.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/1600/DSCN0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/400/DSCN0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nixon is a very old man. He turned 11 this November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was born outside at -40c in the Yukon wilderness. We brought him home 11 Christmas's ago. He lived outside. Unless it was below -40c, then -35c, then -30c, then.... you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 15 months ago Nixon decided he wanted out of the dog house, and that he was now an inside dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is an old man in every way. This picture is how he looks 90% of the time. That is followed by eating, and brief stints of thinking that he is still a puppy. He is grouchy like an old man too. He knows what he wants, and you will too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW he is the consummate inside dog. I have no idea how that happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113468012617479103?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113468012617479103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113468012617479103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/12/and-very-old-man-was-he.html' title='And a Very Old Man Was He.'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113467822282037768</id><published>2005-12-15T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T12:23:42.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracious Living</title><content type='html'>I just finished listening to a sermon that touched me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sermons on giving seem to be few and far between. Most that I hear don't really speak to me in a manner that I haven't heard before. This is the exception. It is the second in a two part series, and although I do not wish to belittle the first one, I found far more here. (that might have been due to sweating profusely during the first one as I was running)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate David Short's speaking manner, and find him captivating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stjohnsshaughnessy.org/files/20nov05.mp3"&gt;Download it!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find more sermons from St. John's Shaughnessy Anglican Church &lt;a href="http://www.stjohnsshaughnessy.org/downloadcenter/downloadcenter.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113467822282037768?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113467822282037768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113467822282037768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/12/gracious-living.html' title='Gracious Living'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113461727696169727</id><published>2005-12-14T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T19:40:49.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Album Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B000B7BRMM.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B000B7BRMM.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diana Krall&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Songs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right off the top, I have to admit that I am a long term Diana Krall fan. I own all her albums, save one DVD. From the first time I heard her sing 'Peel Me a Grape', I was hooked. Without a doubt, she has had many fine albums. Her last effort out was the stellar 'The Girl in the Other Room'. In my opinion an album where she out did herself, simply because we saw HER. It was gutsy and truthful. Fresh and appealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have been living in isolation for the past 10 years you may not know that Diana Krall's specific genre is Jazz. More specifically trio or quartet jazz. She has done some launches into grand orchestrated numbers, but we all listen to her for the basics. Rich voice, impeccable keys, outstanding bass and guitar, and sometimes the kit. It is always a tight sound, and if that is what you are looking for in a Christmas album, look no further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The album cover has Diana looking all girly and pretty. The back has a far more sassy look for her, and anyone who has heard any interviews with her would know that, this is far more who she is. I guess one must give Kudos here for using the actual word 'Christmas' in the album title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a perusal of the songs, I am instantly disenchanted. In this day and age I am quite used to Christmas albums that have a certain amount of secular music on them. Even on those that come from a 'Christian' band. In this case though, there is not a single sacred song in the mix. Very sad. What is more, the mix of music reads like the what's what of department store music. Save for two tracks, (What are You Doing New Year's Eve, and Count Your Blessings Instead of Sheep.) I am not sure how many more renditions of White Christmas I can handle, before I start deleting them off of my hard drive play list. One saving factor is the lack of 'The Little Drummer Boy' which is beginning to be more over used than the McDonald's drive through. Of course that is a sacred song and therefore is in no danger of finding it's way onto this album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The listenability is good. Not exceptional, not great. Good. You can put it on in the background and it will add the ambiance that a good jazz album always should. Nothing pops. Nothing on this album to me says fresh and different in a way that I could suggest that it is a must have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The musicality of what is done here is as I alluded to before, the tight workings of a fine machine that one would expect. It does not falter and for all my complaints will be played as background music in my home for many years to come. One really key point. It seems that all the contemporary and jazz Christmas albums that I have, err in one way. Vocal intonation. I have to say that the intonation on this production is impeccable. That in itself makes this an addition to my collection that I do not regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for recording, it is off the rack. No glaring errors. Nothing that stands out. This is not Steely Dan. That said, I suppose that in the genre, you are not really after anything other than an unobtrusive passive recording. That is what 'Christmas Songs' has in spades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't hate it, you wont regret the purchase, but neither will you miss it greatly if you skip it. For the fan, buy it. For the penny pincher give it a skip. For the coffee bar it will work just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genre: Jazz&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: Secular&lt;br /&gt;Listenability: Coffee Bar, Background at the Party&lt;br /&gt;Musicality: Tight, In Tune&lt;br /&gt;Recording: Off the Rack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113461727696169727?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113461727696169727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113461727696169727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/12/album-review_14.html' title='Album Review'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113458694742637433</id><published>2005-12-14T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T11:02:27.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naw Really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.narniaquiz.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.narniaquiz.com/banners/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While quick to anger and perhaps a little hostile to strangers, your heart is in the right place! People will trust what you say, partly in fear of what you'll do if they don't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jamiefrost.co.uk/narniaquiz/"&gt;Take the Quiz!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113458694742637433?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113458694742637433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113458694742637433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/12/naw-really.html' title='Naw Really?'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113450798935966362</id><published>2005-12-13T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T13:06:29.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truckin'</title><content type='html'>I don't really want to generalize, but it would seem that those that do not hold a high school diploma, may just want to go into an industry that may involve driving. It may be what is right for them. Ontario seems to think otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ontario high school students who drop out won't be allowed to get their driver's licenses under a law to be introduced Tuesday.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This seems much like the government taking away the licenses of dead beat dad's, so that they cannot work or get to work. This insures that they will think more about their children. While they sit at home wondering why they can't get to work to pay the child support that they should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cbc.ca/story/canada/national/2005/12/13/20051213-nolicence.html"&gt;The whole story at CBC.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113450798935966362?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113450798935966362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113450798935966362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/12/truckin.html' title='Truckin&apos;'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113445579080032582</id><published>2005-12-12T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T22:36:30.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote for the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;The summer sun has come to stay&lt;br /&gt;Bikinis, tans, outrageous legs&lt;br /&gt;They're all retarded and they all look the same&lt;br /&gt;And Barbie's body's melting down&lt;br /&gt;On her face a big fat frown&lt;br /&gt;Because "Mr. Cellulite" just moved into town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys they come here&lt;br /&gt;With expectations for the summer&lt;br /&gt;And I refuse to take any part in this barbaric ritual&lt;br /&gt;Because God has given me a mind&lt;br /&gt;That I will use from time to time&lt;br /&gt;And I got more on my head than&lt;br /&gt;what's made by Paul&lt;br /&gt;Mitchell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kendall Payne&lt;br /&gt;Jordan's Sister&lt;br /&gt;Track 2 Supermodels&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics by Kendall Payne and Ron Aniello&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113445579080032582?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113445579080032582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113445579080032582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/12/quote-for-day_12.html' title='Quote for the Day'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113435961260456124</id><published>2005-12-11T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T19:55:21.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Other Side of the Lamppost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/1600/ChroniclesOfNarnia_300x298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/200/ChroniclesOfNarnia_300x298.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A review of the movie, &lt;em&gt;The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a quick view of a side discussion of theology see my &lt;a href="http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-side-of-lamppost.html"&gt;previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who want to take their children to this movie, stop right now. Dust of the book and read it to them. You and they will be ever so happy that you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not believe that I ever really truly understood C.S. Lewis' statements about appealing to man's intellect and man's fantasy, before I saw this movie. The opening scene of the movie transported me to the land of a man compelled to do radio shows, presenting his Lord to his nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure that the vivid images that I have in my mind of 1940's England is more due to the writings of Lewis, or from Robert Ludlam's 'The Tristan Betrayal.' (I read Ludlam at the same time as the last time through Mere Christianity and it is set in WWII.) What I can say without a doubt, the contrast in the movie from this side to the other side of the lamppost brought great light to me as to why one might need such fantasy during such a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the movie the landscapes are dreamy. The colours are vivid. More importantly the images did not conflict with those in my head. To me that is chief, and also indicates to me that the portrayal of Lewis's imaginary world is true to his writings. All I can say on this is well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that looked a little funny to me, was the fur coats in an environment of sentient animals. It is a little obtuse, although the idea of hunting non sentient animals is broached by Lewis in a later book, it is made light of here, when Peter threatens to make beaver into a hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last image that I found striking was that of Aslan talking to Edmund after his return to the fold. It was Aslan and Him. That was all it took to be sufficient to not rehash the matter with the other three. I saw an image of Edmund being brought back, not of his own desire, but out of the direction of Aslan. It was to me a statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy stole the show. When she smiles, frowns, weeps, laughs.... she is enchanting and an amazing pick for the part. As for the others, although at first they appear weak in their roles, it becomes evident as the movie progresses that they are cast well. Edmund walks with the guilt convincingly. Susan made me see the older sister sick of the younger and all too right in everything, much better than I ever have. Peter, slowly changes and steps up to the plate. All in all believable. At least as much as a movie with a talking beaver can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;unfortunately the show is rushed, even at 2h4m. The transitions are abrupt, and I would have liked to dwelt in a few scenes longer. It did however keep my attention and that of the six year old, and that is in itself impressive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its intensity is lower than I expected, but that suits me fine since it is for the kids, and the kid inside. Take your children. They will love it. Mine did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the technical side:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The green screening is way too obvious and crisp. The theater I went to had the volume to low. The battle scenes global rather than individual. (lowering intensity) All, I am willing to live with for the sake of seeing Shasta and Bree.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113435961260456124?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113435961260456124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113435961260456124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/12/other-side-of-lamppost.html' title='The Other Side of the Lamppost'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113435624610843722</id><published>2005-12-11T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T19:53:59.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Side of the Lamppost</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A preface to a movie review.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to preface my comments on this matter. First, I have seen this movie &lt;a href="http://stevenjcamp.blogspot.com/2005/12/from-front-rowmy-review-of-enchanting.html"&gt;used as a tool&lt;/a&gt; to question anything and everything that C.S. Lewis wrote thought or did. I will not be doing this. If you do not think that Mr. Camp's review is all that bad (because it's not) a look through the posts preceding it you will know what I am heading at. The attack would almost be humorous if it was not so &lt;a href="http://stevenjcamp.blogspot.com/2005/11/top-ten-turkey-awards-of-2005the.html"&gt;judgmental&lt;/a&gt; and pompous. A barely theologian, attacking a great apologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have but three more things to say on that topic before I get to the matter at hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I myself have barely a laymen's understanding of the ideas of ransom atonement, penal substitutional atonement.... My wife has a little less, my 10 year old daughter has no idea what the conflict is or what the concepts are, and as you can guess my 6 year old daughter is as far away from even knowing the word atonement. That said I find no basis in the movie for Mr. Camp's objections.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I read and learn from great Christian Teachers such as Augustine, Calvin, Spurgeon, Lewis and MacArthur. I also vehemently disagree with them all when it comes to certain topics. They all disagree with each other at times too. Do we need a drag him out, throw out all his knowledge diatribe on Augustine? You do know his lifestyle was less than stellar!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In direct relation to C.S. Lewis, I believe that John G. Stackhouse said it best in the acknowledgement section of his book 'Humble Apologetics' &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Among authors, I am chiefly indebted to C.S. Lewis, the twentieth century's most popular apologist. After discovering Lewis in my teens, I flattered myself briefly (I am ashamed to say) that I had "gotten beyond him" in graduate school. Returning to his work once I became a professor, I have found over the successive years endless riches in his thought and expression. Lewis isn't right about everything, of course. But he is right about so many things, and suggestive about so many more, that I have found him an inexhaustible resource"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I have nothing to add to that.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113435624610843722?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113435624610843722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113435624610843722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-side-of-lamppost.html' title='This Side of the Lamppost'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113433705506976181</id><published>2005-12-11T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T13:37:35.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard</title><content type='html'>Mom in less than a charitable mood is giving blunt instructions to the 6 year old setting the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Put the napkins on!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes Sir!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom even more intensely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MA'AM"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(gotta go, it's lunchtime)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113433705506976181?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113433705506976181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113433705506976181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/12/overheard.html' title='Overheard'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113433634098057665</id><published>2005-12-11T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T13:25:40.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simeon’s Legacy</title><content type='html'>From Luke 2:25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And behold, there was a man in Jerusalem whose name was Simeon, and this man was just and devout, waiting for the consolation of Israel, and the Holy Spirit was upon him. And it had been revealed to him by the Holy Spirit that He would not see death before he had seen the Lord’s Christ. So he came by the Spirit into the temple. And when the parents brought in the Child Jesus, to do for him according to the custom of the law, he took Him up in his arms and blessed God and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord, now You are letting Your servant depart in peace, According to Your word; For my eyes have seen your salvation Which You have prepared before the face of all peoples, A light to bring revelation to the Gentiles, And the glory of your people Israel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O that we should be able to recognise, this season, the Salvation of the World. You see Simeon continues on and informs us that this Child would be a sign, that would be opposed. He did not see and easy path. I believe that as Simeon looked at the Babe he saw the cross. Not maybe specifically, but in a manner that, we now, all, understand to be the cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quote, from a choral work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Forgive us, Lord, and grant us eyes to see in every Christmas Calvary; implant it in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord please implant it in our Hearts. Just as in your in servant Simeon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113433634098057665?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113433634098057665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113433634098057665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/12/simeons-legacy.html' title='Simeon’s Legacy'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113423876484282026</id><published>2005-12-10T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T10:29:17.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prepositions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/1600/bro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/200/bro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The following is something that my brother Steve wrote, and has graciously allowed me to post. I guess one could call it a guest blogger!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had some recent thoughts on the use of prepositions within the church today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has always been a special language that distinguishes "Christians" from the rest. This proprietary dialect keeps out the unwanted and creates a nice tight clique where we can dialogue with each other. Past sentences that might have been heard but not understood could include: God showed up during my quiet time and gave me a fresh vision on our worship time for the body. Say what??? Or how about the confusion surrounding communion with the elements representing the body and blood of Christ. That must sound pretty strange to onlookers who know nothing about the specific metaphor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in today's age, how are we doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not exactly an English scholar but I do know that some of what I hear is clear butchery of the language. Most of the problem surrounds the unusual misuse of prepositions. You know, those little words for, into, to, about etc. Take this recent sentence that I've heard many times: I want to pray God's healing into your life. Just what does that mean?? Or, I want to speak truth into this situation. What's wrong with these seemingly strange thoughts? Plenty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Holy Spirit is the only thing that can come into our lives in such a personal way. We cannot enter into each other's lives in the same way. We can only speak to each other and allow God to do the work that involves the into part, otherwise we wouldn't need Him for anything except maybe a rubber stamp. My filter that works on all the to's and only allows passage of specific into's is called judgment. It's a good, God given filter and of course, I don't need it when the Holy Spirit is doing the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have something to say, I say it to the person. When I have a load of junk, I put it into your truck. When I have some food I put it into your cupboards. These all make sense, but just how do you put God's healing into someone? First of all, we have no control over God and what he does with His healing or anything else. Secondly, isn't it a bit presumptuous to think that we can appropriate God's traits whenever we feel like it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to the point, if I am sick then speak to me and invite God to do a the healing in me. God is the only one able to work or do anything into my very essence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about speaking to a topic? I find this quite confusing since I am not a topic, so it must not be for me. It is now time to leave the room until someone actually wants to speak to me about a topic. "All the best in your efforts to speak to that topic", I say on my way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given the poor state of grammar in this country you would think the church could help. Unfortunately, in it's recent efforts to become more "relevant", the christianese has just gone to a new level, not to mention the poor Theology it represents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We care for people, speak to people, put food into their cupboards, and ask the Holy Spirit to do work in their lives. Apparently that concept is to 'far out' for some relevant folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113423876484282026?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113423876484282026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113423876484282026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/12/prepositions.html' title='Prepositions'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113419752847755520</id><published>2005-12-09T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T22:52:08.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairy Dust and Elf Names</title><content type='html'>It would appear that &lt;a href="http://everydaymusings.blogspot.com/2005/12/round-sphere-again_09.html"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/a&gt; and I are related!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;!--TD.elfcontent { padding-left:5px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-right:5px; padding-top:2px; font-size: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000; }--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;table width="300" height="120" bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="1" border="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table  background="http://extimg.jokesunlimited.com/whitedot.gif" width="100%" height="100%"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=3&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center class=elfcontent&gt;&lt;img src=http://extimg.jokesunlimited.com/elfnames/smallelf.jpg&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=center class=elfcontent valign=center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Christmas Elf Name&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;My Christmas Elf Name is&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=center class=elfcontent&gt;&lt;img src=http://extimg.jokesunlimited.com/elfnames/smallelf.jpg&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=3 align=center&gt;&lt;table cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right class=elfcontent&gt;&lt;img src="http://extimg.jokesunlimited.com/elfnames/firstnames/27.jpg"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=left class=elfcontent&gt;&lt;img src="http://extimg.jokesunlimited.com/elfnames/secondnames/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=3 align=center class=elfcontent&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jokesunlimited.com/christmas_elf_name.php"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Get your Christmas Elf Name at JokesUnlimited.com&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113419752847755520?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113419752847755520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113419752847755520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/12/fairy-dust-and-elf-names.html' title='Fairy Dust and Elf Names'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113418238617398601</id><published>2005-12-09T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T18:41:28.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Ashes</title><content type='html'>Midnight Sun Coffee Roasters &lt;a href="http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/11/fire-of-wrong-kind.html"&gt;burned to the ground &lt;/a&gt;last month. Yesterday, exactly one month to the day after that very tragic event the new roasting location started operating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late this afternoon I happily took a phone call from Zola, the owner, to let me know that my dark roasted coffee was ready. &lt;em&gt;(and it is the first dark roast to come out of the new premise) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a photo essay of what happened next.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;(yes I know it technically is not espresso roast but I could not resist)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/1600/before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/320/before.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/1600/Grounds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/320/Grounds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/1600/DSCN0317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/320/DSCN0317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/1600/DSCN0318.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/320/DSCN0318.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/1600/DSCN0319.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/320/DSCN0319.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers! I am quite happy to enjoy this fresh cup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best in the new endevour Zola. By the way it tastes excellent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113418238617398601?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113418238617398601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113418238617398601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/12/from-ashes.html' title='From the Ashes'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113400329177820594</id><published>2005-12-07T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T19:45:45.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Album Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/1600/B0002NRRAG.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/400/B0002NRRAG.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Madeleine Peyroux&lt;br /&gt;careless love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madeleine Peyroux. &lt;em&gt;(pay-roo) &lt;/em&gt;A name that I heard for the first time while in a up scale French restaurant. I was having a special dinner in a private room with my wife. The music was dreamy, smoky and from another era. I had to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I managed to find out that night was her name. Nothing more. I was so surprised as I started a search for a CD. It was new. She is young. She is American. How can it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ends up that this CD was released in late 2004. When Madeleine was 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With some patience I finally received my copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Genre is Jazz. Female vocal jazz. Like that of Billie Holiday. A sound reminiscent of Louis Armstrong, in his French days. You know 'La Vie en Rose' and all that. So impressively so, that you lose mind of the decade you are in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that this is a rare exception that the package so amazingly transcends the parts, that I really don't know the lyrics. The reason I say that this is rare, is that I &lt;em&gt;ALWAYS &lt;/em&gt;listen to lyrics. I tend to over examine them. Perhaps the fact that they are not supplied with the album may have made me not dwell on them. In anycase, they are there, and they fit the music. I cannot say much more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The listenability of this album is where I must dwell. Although you may find it enjoyable in many circumstances, to me it fits one to a 'T'. In my mind this album is to be listened to in a semi darkened living room late at night. No other distraction than close intimate company to talk of life and times. In your hands, a glass of wine or scotch. Maybe a bit cooler outside, but warm indoors. A candle, or a fire to punctuate the ambiance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel relaxed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this instance the musicality is inseparable from the recording. As I have alluded to earlier, this album is one that sounds from a different time. This is in part the music, and in part Madelein's throaty voice. AND in part the recording. Is the musicality good? Sure it is. It is outstanding, even when you consider the incongruous elements of 1/2 a century old sound mixed with a wurlitzer. Even when you consider music written by the likes of Leonard Cohen, WC Handy, Bob Dylan and Hank Williams. If you get the idea that this album is not quite as traditional as I have led you to believe, perish the thought. It is Classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recording is dirty, in a very clean dirty kind of way. It does not exemplify what could be achieved in cleanliness today. It shouldn't. This wouldn't be even half the album if it had that cleanliness to it. That said I would say that quite possibly modern equipment made this new old sound possible. Amazing times we live in. If you are looking for a Steely Dan perfect recording look elsewhere. If you are looking to be transported to another time and place, give Careless Love a listen. You wont be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genre: Jazz&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: n/c&lt;br /&gt;Listenability: Quite Night, Glass of Wine&lt;br /&gt;Musicality: Classic&lt;br /&gt;Recording: Old Vinyl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113400329177820594?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113400329177820594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113400329177820594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/12/album-review.html' title='Album Review'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113400280218516517</id><published>2005-12-07T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T18:28:52.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Powerful</title><content type='html'>I came back from lunch yesterday to a strange smell. The office at the shop smelled like burning plastic. Since it is a welding shop this may not be as unusual for me as some, but the smell was very strong. After making sure that nothing in the shop was burning, I spent some time looking around the office to see if I could find the source. My search was to no avail. The electric heater was working fine, the fridge was too, and the water cooler was unplugged. All computer related items, and the phones were all ok too. At a loss I opened both doors in order to vent out the horrible smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 5 minutes the smell did not seem to be dissipating. I started looking a bit more carefully. This is what I found!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/400/101_5666.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One simple lesson. DON'T BUY THE $10 POWER BAR. It was glowing red. I am so thankful that it was after lunch and not 4 hours later. I am so thankful that there was nothing combustible right near the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be visiting the retailer where I purchased it tomorrow. I am quite interested in the reaction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113400280218516517?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113400280218516517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113400280218516517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/12/powerful.html' title='Powerful'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113392059443405511</id><published>2005-12-06T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T17:56:34.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote for the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;What do you say&lt;br /&gt;When it's all gone away?&lt;br /&gt;Baby I didn't mean to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;Truth spoke in whispers will tear you apart&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard you resist it&lt;br /&gt;It never rains when you want it to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You humble me Lord&lt;br /&gt;Humble me Lord&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my knees empty&lt;br /&gt;You humble me Lord&lt;br /&gt;You humble me Lord&lt;br /&gt;Please, please, please forgive me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norah Jones&lt;br /&gt;Feels Like Home&lt;br /&gt;Track 9 Humble Me&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics and Music by Kevin Breit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(This song comes to mind on hard days, like yesterday. It holds a truth that has been, even in the early writings of David, right through to today. &lt;strong&gt;It never rains when you want it to&lt;/strong&gt;.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113392059443405511?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113392059443405511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113392059443405511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/12/quote-for-day.html' title='Quote for the Day'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113391919680675762</id><published>2005-12-06T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T17:33:16.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mistake</title><content type='html'>One week in and I can't get it straight. Yesterday I posted From the Right Side, when it should have been Quote of the Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will make amends to this by posting a quote today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113391919680675762?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113391919680675762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113391919680675762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-mistake.html' title='My Mistake'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113391899700072530</id><published>2005-12-06T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T17:29:57.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Thief!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/1600/square.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/400/square.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Svend Robinson Gives a big thumbs up to Liberal Ethics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113391899700072530?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113391899700072530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113391899700072530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/12/stop-thief.html' title='Stop Thief!'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113383179928977347</id><published>2005-12-05T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T21:39:46.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Right Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/1600/Ontario%20Loon%20Cameo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/400/Ontario%20Loon%20Cameo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/11/from-right-side.html"&gt;As promised last Tuesday&lt;/a&gt;, I would continue showing a series of artwork that was created for my family last Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weeks piece is a Loon from Ontario. It happens to be the representation that was hardest to arrive on, as I have spent little time in Ontario. My sister lives in Ottawa and therefore was the reason for an Ontario piece. This item was given to our parents and hangs on the diningroom wall. As they live in the same city as me I am able to see it often. I really like the way this one turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Next week I plan on showing a bit of what I have made that is a bit more Christmassy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113383179928977347?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113383179928977347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113383179928977347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/12/from-right-side.html' title='From the Right Side'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113383101327610458</id><published>2005-12-05T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T18:20:10.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iffish Things</title><content type='html'>So my brother sent me the links to two sites. Disturbing sites. &lt;a href="http://www.dokimos.org/ajff/"&gt;The first one&lt;/a&gt; is a bit more than appalling. If you have the guts go to the link that is in the door. It is more subdued than the home page but evermore so appalling. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Warning, this site is not epilepsy approved!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/1600/23099703_F_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/320/23099703_F_tn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.larknews.com/december_2005/"&gt;The second link&lt;/a&gt; is more of a spoof. Definitely check out the 'for visually impaired section' The T-shirt at the right is a sample of the 'high quality' products from the store!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113383101327610458?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113383101327610458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113383101327610458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/12/iffish-things.html' title='Iffish Things'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113373181844436193</id><published>2005-12-04T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T13:30:18.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Doxology</title><content type='html'>From Luke 2:12 - 16, and 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And this will be the sign to you: You will find a babe wrapped in swaddling cloths, lying in a manger." And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God and Saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, goodwill toward men!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was when the angels had gone away from them into heaven, that the shepherds said to one another, "Let us now go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has come to pass, which the Lord has made known to us." And they came with haste and found Mary and Joseph, and the Babe lying in a manger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the shepherds returned glorifying and praising God for all the things that they had heard and seen, as it was told them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Matthew 2:9 - 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they heard the king, they departed; and behold, the star which they had seen in the east, went before them, till it came and stood over where the young child was. When they saw the star, they rejoiced with exceedingly great joy. And when they had come into the house, they saw the young Child with Mary His mother, and fell down and worshipped Him. And when they had opened their treasures, they presented gifts to Him: gold, frankincense, and myrrh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why the Doxology? This was my lesson in Greek this week: The word Doxology is formed from two words Doxa and Logos. Doxa means a good opinion, or praise. Logos means a statement or a word. So what we have here is a word of praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very fact that it was angels, wise men and shepherds who were praising is not coincidence. It is of divine design. In representation of creation, We have the heavenly host from above. We have the highest of society in the wise men, and we have the lowly shepherd. Truly a complete cross section of creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113373181844436193?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113373181844436193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113373181844436193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/12/doxology.html' title='The Doxology'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113365694638338088</id><published>2005-12-03T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T16:42:26.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday's Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/1600/office.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/400/office.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today's project for me was far less exciting than some that I take on normally. But cleaning the office is a fact of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the after picture, and those who know me the best will be well aware that it is quite the improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will not be showing a before photo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is as exciting as it gets today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I off to lift weights, and then hopefully play basketball.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113365694638338088?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113365694638338088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113365694638338088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/12/saturdays-project.html' title='Saturday&apos;s Project'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113359133656491224</id><published>2005-12-02T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T22:28:56.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Tools</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/1600/DSCN0309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/320/DSCN0309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this little item at the local hardware store. Cheap too, it came in at about $5. Yes it is a lighter, which may not be all that exciting to you but the flex head and the refillable nature makes it perfect for .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/1600/candle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/320/candle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are candle holders that I made for the pews at my local church, and they are a little difficult to light. Never mind that the hurricane glass is very delicate and hard to find replacements for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ushers have always been a little apprehensive dealing with them, and this made the job a whole lot easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I cannot remember the brand name but the lighter was purchased at Home Hardware.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113359133656491224?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113359133656491224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113359133656491224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/12/cool-tools.html' title='Cool Tools'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113340227134840405</id><published>2005-11-30T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T14:21:18.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Album Review</title><content type='html'>As promised I plan on a regular feature for every day. Wednesday it is the album review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I will tell you what it is not. It is not confined to one genre. (I listen to almost everything) It is not confined to only Christian music. It is not always going to be a super current release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for what it will be: It will include an analysis of the genre, lyrics, listenability, musicality, and recording quality. And without further ado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/400/B000645UPA.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alison Krauss and Union Station&lt;br /&gt;Lonely Runs Both Ways&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first encounter with this group and this album was just over a year ago. It was the Tonight Show with Jay Leno Thanksgiving Episode for the troops. In simple terms, I was so impressed with the caliber of musicianship on that Thursday night, I tuned in the next night when they were playing again. I am not sure of one song they performed, but the other was the final cut from this album. A Living Prayer. It was at the least touching, but more moving. The single mic performance with Alison singing and then stepping out of the way so that the stringed instruments could huddle closer to the mic for instrumental sections, showed control, and ultimately musicianship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought this CD the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Genre is Bluegrass. Plain and simple. Classic, clean, and unadulterated. Bluegrass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics are quite simply meaningful. You can listen and plug this album as background music, or listen at a critical level to the lyrics and it holds up. As I listened to it, I realized over many months that the lyrics are more overtly Christian than I had thought when I bought it. Which in turn made me look into one of the writers and band members. Ron Block, a Christian man and a thinker. From time to time I quite enjoy reading his &lt;a href="http://www.ronblock.com/writings/index.html"&gt;writings&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For listening, you could plug this one on repeat all day and it would become the simple hum of the household. As well it suits laying on the couch on a Sunday afternoon, and immersing yourself in what it has to offer. (without outside disturbance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The musicians are top drawer. Something that is layered deep enough that I still find neat little bits when I listen to it now, a year later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for recording quality, it passes the Sunday Afternoon couch test. Which in my level of thinking is only one step below testing sound system equalization. Quite respectable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds glowing doesn't it? It should. One complaint. Alison's clothing choice on the Album cover is one knotch below blush for me. Although they don't overtly claim Christian in their title, it is something that could be looked at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genre: Bluegrass&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: Thought Provoking&lt;br /&gt;Listenability: Background, or Quiet Time.&lt;br /&gt;Musicality: Eric Clapton&lt;br /&gt;Recording: Couch Test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113340227134840405?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113340227134840405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113340227134840405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/11/album-review.html' title='Album Review'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113331399525281479</id><published>2005-11-29T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T17:26:35.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Nothing On</title><content type='html'>How many TV channels do you need before you realize that anything on Saturday night is lousy. It seems that Al Jessup hasn't figured that one out yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;The last time he counted, he received more than 5,000 channels. He has stopped counting since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I think he needs less dishes and maybe a lawn mower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.register-herald.com/siteSearch/apstorysection/local_story_331233330.html"&gt;Read about it Here!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113331399525281479?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113331399525281479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113331399525281479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/11/still-nothing-on.html' title='Still Nothing On'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113331319976930957</id><published>2005-11-29T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T17:13:19.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Right Side</title><content type='html'>As I have mentioned before, I love to engage my brain in the process of creativity. It is one of few things that consistently brings me pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I have not mentioned is that it is my new found intention to put some structure into at least one basic post a day. Tuesday's will be specifically for those things that come from the right side of my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/400/Yukon%20Miner%20Cameo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yukon Miner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This particular piece is part of a five piece set, that was sent to close relatives. Each piece depicts a characteristic from one of the provinces or territory that those five relatives reside in. As the title suggests, this depicts what is a very familiar image to those who dwell in the Yukon. In fact the miner is present on our license plate, and quite a stir occurred when there was a suggestion of removing it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Purposefully this piece went to my brother who dwells in southern B.C. It is my intent that as each one in our family view their piece, they will be reminded to pray for the others in the family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The next one, next week. From Ontario..... Any guesses what it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113331319976930957?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113331319976930957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113331319976930957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/11/from-right-side.html' title='From the Right Side'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113322873812100826</id><published>2005-11-28T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T17:46:34.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote for the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Randy and Danny Ray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They'll show back up any day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's the one thing you can count on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But sometimes they'll be long gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I'd rather be hunting."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Hooked on fishing."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Read it on their T-shirts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you don't believe it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I live in my own mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ain't nothing but a good time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No rain, just sunshine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Out here in my own mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyle Lovett&lt;br /&gt;My Baby Don't Tolerate&lt;br /&gt;Track 4 In My Own Mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I want to live where Lyle does!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113322873812100826?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113322873812100826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113322873812100826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/11/quote-for-day_28.html' title='Quote for the Day'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113322802211346885</id><published>2005-11-28T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T17:33:42.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire!</title><content type='html'>Well the Government fell today. Strange, still feels like it did with a Government. Just a little more hope that my pockets wont be picked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The usual came out right afterwards. NDP claiming that its ideals have been served. The liberals accusing anyone other than self, followed by flowery interpretation of the last 12 years. And the conservatives..... Yes the conservatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much to my disappointment, Steven Harper's speech was a little on the lackluster side of things. The one bright spot was him likening the Liberal form of Government and Campaigning to a thief that shouts fire in a restaurant and then in the pandemonium empties the cash register.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good comparison Mr. Harper. You keep watching that till, and I'll keep voting for truth rather than corruption.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113322802211346885?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113322802211346885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113322802211346885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/11/fire.html' title='Fire!'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113313302116091337</id><published>2005-11-27T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T15:12:48.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday's Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/1600/DSCN0297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/320/DSCN0297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In typical Baptist fashion, when we met at the church to decorate it for Christmas, some worked, and some drank coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/1600/DSCN0307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/320/DSCN0307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The finished product turned out quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113313302116091337?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113313302116091337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113313302116091337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/11/saturdays-project_27.html' title='Saturday&apos;s Project'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113277954993384200</id><published>2005-11-23T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T12:59:09.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Rebecca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since I have&lt;a href="http://everydaymusings.blogspot.com/2005/11/novembers-theme-thankfulness_23.html"&gt; batteries in my camera&lt;/a&gt;, and have already taken a picture, I thought that I would post it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/400/DSCN0292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rebecca forgot to mention the incredible amount of ice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113277954993384200?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113277954993384200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113277954993384200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/11/for-rebecca.html' title='For Rebecca'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113277892151949714</id><published>2005-11-23T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T12:48:41.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warmer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/1600/DSCN0229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/400/DSCN0229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember this photo? It was taken on November 5th this year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/400/shed%20nov%2023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what it looks like today. Of course it has been above freezing for days, and today the wind picked up even more, and the sun is out! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113277892151949714?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113277892151949714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113277892151949714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/11/warmer.html' title='Warmer'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113271139918389147</id><published>2005-11-22T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T18:03:19.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Read</title><content type='html'>Those who know me, understand that I have no time for Brian Maclaren. He is to me, the poster child for what is wrong with doctrinal teaching today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve Camp has a post that without a doubt captures the essence of what I feel in this matter. He writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;McLaren prefers the use of “community” in describing the One Triune God: “a Divine community of Father, Son and Spirit." Preexisting in an "eternal, dynamic, glorious and holy fellowship of love.” Did you hear that? This is foolishness beloved. Why not speak of a divine village? A quaint spiritual township? A beautiful nook in the eternal woods where They (the Trinity) communed in a gentle mutually beneficial spirit of harmonius love and holy nurtured relationship? I am not trying to be sacrilegious, but see how utterly absurd this is to describe the eternal Godhead of Father, Son and Holy Spirit in such sentimental, romantic, transient terms?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have only 15 or 20 minutes to read this week, &lt;a href="http://stevenjcamp.blogspot.com/2005/11/reinventing-calvinismthe-gospel.html"&gt;read brother Steve's post&lt;/a&gt;.  You will not be disapointed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113271139918389147?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113271139918389147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113271139918389147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/11/good-read.html' title='Good Read'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113262297228860697</id><published>2005-11-21T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T17:29:32.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PC at its best</title><content type='html'>If there was any question whether political correctness had gone to far, this has to put the lid on the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The National Ledger has a list of the top 10 PC and un PC phrases. Such as # 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Deferred Success as a euphemism for the word ‘fail’. The Professional Association of Teachers in the UK considered a proposal to replace any notion of failure with ‘deferred success’ in order to bolster students’ ‘self-esteem’.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;There are many more that point, in a fashion negativly on Christian tradition. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nationalledger.com/artman/publish/article_27261748.shtml"&gt;Read them all.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113262297228860697?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113262297228860697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113262297228860697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/11/pc-at-its-best.html' title='PC at its best'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113262174820373621</id><published>2005-11-21T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T17:09:08.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scott and Gerry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/1600/brisonletter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/400/brisonletter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/11/liars.html"&gt;As mentioned before&lt;/a&gt;, Scott Brison smeared the NCC. What I didn't mention was that the NCC followed up further and was looking for a better apology. &lt;a href="http://gerrynicholls.blogspot.com/2005/11/brison-eats-crow-again.html"&gt;Now here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113262174820373621?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113262174820373621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113262174820373621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/11/scott-and-gerry.html' title='Scott and Gerry'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113260697916035820</id><published>2005-11-21T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T13:03:56.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday's Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/1600/DSCN0281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/320/DSCN0281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job this past Saturday was to put this motor, (a turbo charged and super charged Volvo diesel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into this hole, (engine bay, not the one in my brother in law's head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/1600/DSCN0283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/320/DSCN0283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/1600/DSCN0290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/320/DSCN0290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Which is in this boat. ('76 Bayliner 30')&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/1600/DSCN0286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/320/DSCN0286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Success! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now it's only 6 months until the water isn't hard!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113260697916035820?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113260697916035820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113260697916035820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/11/saturdays-project.html' title='Saturday&apos;s Project'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113252013194496488</id><published>2005-11-20T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T12:55:31.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Creed</title><content type='html'>Strangers in a strange land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I awoke this morning to the ringing of the phone. The usual daily conversation ensued. It’s not that I want to be bored with the whole thing but this is how my morning starts everyday. These calls with my friend from Mercury are all the usual stuff. He lets me know of any odd solar events that are about to occur. I let him know how the information he gave me yesterday was good, we have a few exchanges of pleasantries and that is it for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I suspect and hope that all of you know that I am of course joking. I must be. This would be for many reasons. We of course all know that there is no life on Mercury. We also know that there is no communication to Mercury. And last but not least for the deeper thinking ones here, that there is not enough of a time span, light speed wise, between here and Mercury for early warning to be of much help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is that I woke up this morning and spoke to the Creator of the universe. I read information in his word that was helpful and relevant to my day, and I thanked him for the blessings of yesterday. Not only this but as far as the world can see my conversation was as committable as the fictitious one with my alien friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond that it is about as explainable as the alien conversation too. You see when we get right down to it we believe many things. We believe them for many reasons. We may be able to explain some. We may not be able to explain others. We may be able to rationalize some with logic and able to be flexible about others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say before we dive into the Creed that I do not want to represent it as authoritative or as a part of the Canon. It is not the Lord’s Prayer or the Ten Commandments. But as the Presbyterian confession of faith states; [it is] agreeable to the word of God, and anciently received in the churches of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we look at the Apostle’s Creed we find a group of statements that are as much to the core of who we are as anything. We do not flex on these things. We may be able to rationalize some, and may not be able to even explain to ourselves others. But we believe them with wholeness of heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the early church these basic statements of faith and truth have not been open to question. And as much as they are not questionable they are utter foolishness to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The statement: I believe in God, the Father Almighty, can get by most people but it is not the end of the statement, He is of course the Creator of heaven and earth, and here we are already in trouble and at odds with the world. A complete and sovereign being who made it happen. Not Darwin. Not balanced forces of good and evil, or yin and yang, not the power of man not an independent bang. CREATOR OF HEAVEN AND EARTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see what we really have here is a litmus test. We as Christians accept the authority of the Bible. We live and die by it. At either the onset or somewhere along the way all in the world fall away from these statements. They are not based on the clever thoughts of man rather they are based on the Nature of God, and based on the book he provided. They are what he has revealed to us of his character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this first statement we conclude with: and in Jesus Christ, His only Son, OUR LORD. And the completion of the first sentence clears out the other faiths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Psalm 100 we read: Know that the Lord, He IS God: It is he who has made us and not we ourselves; We are his people. Now some may have been asking how I ever would have linked the Psalm and the Creed into one. But as I pointed out the Sovereign nature of God is paramount to our understanding of the Creed. I cannot claim authorship of this comparison. It is on this comparison that I was compelled to the Topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a song written by Rich Mullins about the Creed that I saw this. In his words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I believe what I believe, is what makes me what I am.&lt;br /&gt;I did not make it, No it is making me.&lt;br /&gt;It is the very truth of God and not the invention of any man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once again incase you missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I believe what I believe, is what makes me what I am.&lt;br /&gt;I did not make it, No it is making me.&lt;br /&gt;It is the very truth of God and not the invention of any man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t that the truth. You see these are not just the statements that define who God is. They are the defining statements that shape who we are. Our Holy Spirit implanted desire to become more Christ like is a process that involves emulation, and emulation is also worship. In our thought process the dwelling on the Sovereignty of God brings about a change. We see God’s Holy nature and it affects us. It changes us. Not once but in an ongoing fashion. These truths of God outline for us a focus on his character and by result our interrelationship to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was conceived of the Holy Spirit,&lt;br /&gt;born of the Virgin Mary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ah, How does that work? Can you explain it? I know that I can’t. I also can verify the truthfulness of the statement. We say take it on faith. Not convincing but again at the core of our beings as Christians we know or should know that it is true. It is the very truth of God. Not the invention of any man. This is a characteristic of much of what we believe. It is a characteristic of much of the creed. I cannot explain the virgin birth. I cannot explain the Trinity, and I cannot explain the resurrection. I know the truth of all of them. I have an implanted belief. As a matter of proof I have the Faithfulness of God. Again not convincing to one outside of Christ. But very compelling to all in the Body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it is followed by something not only explainable but reasonably believable. Isn’t it curious how the most understandable and possibly provable statement in this whole creed directly reflects mankind’s darkest hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suffered under Pontius Pilate,&lt;br /&gt;was crucified, died, and was buried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to understand this from two points. One is from the point noting Christ’s undeserved punishment. Understanding that He fulfilled all that was prophesied about him. That he went to the grave. That he went to the grave unjustly. Two is that we are the ones that put him there. This phrase denotes again Christ’s faithfulness to us. But it also denotes our culpability in the act of his crucifiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We now come to what I have, in the past, found to be the most incongruous statement in the Creed. I should first let you know that I have spent much time over many years wondering about the next phrase. I also believe that in the minds of the forefathers that penned these words they had a specific meaning in mind. When I read through all the other statements I see the very truth of God. I am led to believe that although the Creed is not canonical, it is unlikely that an actually incongruous statement would have made the cut, and survived all these years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘He descended into hell.’ Calvin writes in his ‘Institutes of the Christian Religion’ for four pages on these four words. Although there is more than one way of looking at it I feel that the important question is this; Have you heard of the phrase he’s been through Hell? Well I would submit to you that Christ being wounded for our transgressions and bruised for our iniquities is a Hell of its own. It is being forsaken by the Father in a way that we cannot comprehend. What we are saying is that He bore the weight of divine severity since he experienced all the signs of a wrathful and avenging God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Calvin writes: This is our wisdom: duly to feel how much our salvation cost the Son of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the exciting stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an image in my mind brought to me buy a certain recording of the Rich Mullins song I referred to earlier. You have all heard the phrase, And the crowd goes wild. On this recording they do. When we speak the words: The third day He arose again from the dead. Do we go wild. Do we feel a leap in our hearts? VICTORY! For the Messiah has fulfilled his mission and has set the captives free. The game is won. He has Set US free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ascended into heaven&lt;br /&gt;and sits at the right hand of God the Father Almighty,&lt;br /&gt;whence He shall come to judge the living and the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again we are shown the ultimate Sovereignty of God. This image is one of an all powerful God that demands our worship. Our worship in humbly seeing that he has bought and paid for us. And now is overseeing his purchase from his rightful throne. Not as a bystander but through the loving guidance of his comforter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in the Holy Spirit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this we thank and worship him. How? We thank him and worship him in private and in, or with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the holy *catholic church,&lt;br /&gt;the communion of saints,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do this in the manner of Psalm 100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a joyful shout to the Lord all you lands!&lt;br /&gt;Serve the Lord with Gladness:&lt;br /&gt;Come before his presence with singing.&lt;br /&gt;Know that the Lord, He is God.&lt;br /&gt;It is he who made us and not we ourselves;&lt;br /&gt;We are his people and the Sheep of his pasture.&lt;br /&gt;Enter into his gates with thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;And into his courts with praise.&lt;br /&gt;Be thankful to Him and bless his name.&lt;br /&gt;For the Lord is good:&lt;br /&gt;His mercy is everlasting.&lt;br /&gt;AND HIS TRUTH ENDURES TO ALL GENERATIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the forgiveness of sins,&lt;br /&gt;the resurrection of the body,&lt;br /&gt;and life everlasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are of course the promises to us. Not deserved but lovingly bestowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the point. The point is this. We are strangers in a strange land. Aliens. What we believe is foolishness to the wise. But what we believe is everlasting. There is a fundamental difference between us and the world. The world knows it. So should we. We should hold fast to the truths in the Creed for these truths are the ones that are making me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113252013194496488?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113252013194496488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113252013194496488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/11/creed.html' title='The Creed'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113243229103386540</id><published>2005-11-19T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T12:31:31.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk on Water</title><content type='html'>Now you too can walk on water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on the Nuclear Bubble&lt;a href="http://us.gizmodo.com/gadgets/gadgets/inflatable-human-beach-ball-138380.php"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113243229103386540?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113243229103386540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113243229103386540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/11/walk-on-water.html' title='Walk on Water'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113242399713621477</id><published>2005-11-19T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T10:13:17.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote for the Day</title><content type='html'>Let's wash our hands as we throw little fits&lt;br /&gt;Let's all wash our hands as we curse hypocrites&lt;br /&gt;We're locked in the washroom turning old tricks&lt;br /&gt;Deaf&lt;br /&gt;And joyless&lt;br /&gt;And full of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Steve Taylor's Squint album. &lt;br /&gt;Track 5 The Finish Line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113242399713621477?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113242399713621477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113242399713621477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/11/quote-for-day.html' title='Quote for the Day'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113242339489188173</id><published>2005-11-19T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T10:03:14.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry Virginia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/1600/tombstone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/400/tombstone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113242339489188173?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113242339489188173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113242339489188173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/11/sorry-virginia.html' title='Sorry Virginia'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113242227355672137</id><published>2005-11-19T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T09:44:33.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Lost Friend</title><content type='html'>No, I am not referring to my conspicuous absence from blogging in the last few days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am referring to a band that I have heard little from in the last 10 years. In truthfulness I had literally forgotten about them. Their name is Fleming and John. It seems that just recently they have decided to make themselves known again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that the fascination that I have with them is from one song that I heard released on an obscure album that was a tribute to Steve Taylor, namely I Predict a Clone. They covered Steve's &lt;u&gt;Harder to Believe Than Not To.&lt;/u&gt; It was Flemings soaring vocals that hooked me. They were reminiscent of a punk band that I used to listen to called the Sugar Cubes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad fact is, that is all I heard from these talented people up until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any leaning at all toward alternative music, take 8 minutes of your time and look at the video on &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/flemingandjohn"&gt;their site&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think that you might have heard these type of sounds before, the list of there contributions to modern music is long including:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Folds Songs for Silverman, Super D, Speed Graphic, Sunny 16, Rockin' The Suburbs, Reinhold Messner, Whatever and Ever Amen&lt;br /&gt;Trail of Dead: Worlds Apart, Source Tags and Codes, Relative Ways&lt;br /&gt;Spoon:&lt;br /&gt;William Shatner: Has Been&lt;br /&gt;Lynne Me Your Ears: Jeff Lynne Tribute&lt;br /&gt;I Predict a Clone: Steve Taylor Tribute&lt;br /&gt;Vietnam, a Musical Retrospective&lt;br /&gt;John Mayer: Room for Squares&lt;br /&gt;Train: Drops of Jupiter&lt;br /&gt;Jars of Clay: The 11th Hour&lt;br /&gt;Sixpence None the Richer: Sixpence None the Richer&lt;br /&gt;Lee Ann Womack: Something Worth Leaving Behind&lt;br /&gt;DC Talk: Jesus Freak, Free at Last&lt;br /&gt;GRITS: The Art of Translation&lt;br /&gt;Indigo Girls: Swampophelia&lt;br /&gt;Nanci Griffith: The Flyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A more complete description of this is available &lt;a href="http://flemingandjohn.8m.com/discography.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://flemingandjohn.8m.com/othercredits.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113242227355672137?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113242227355672137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113242227355672137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/11/long-lost-friend.html' title='Long Lost Friend'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113210555543619548</id><published>2005-11-15T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T17:45:55.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Papal Greetings</title><content type='html'>Understandably the Cuban Catholic community seems upset, that the Pope gave greetings to Castro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It was like a slap in the face to Cuban Catholics when Cardinal Tarcisio Bertone, Archbishop of Genoa, visited the "island prison" known as Cuba, Oct. 3-10, during which time he had an interview of two hours with the communist dictator Fidel Castro. Adding insult to injury, the Archbishop extended a "special" greeting to Castro on behalf of His Holiness Benedict XVI. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find the whole thing absurd if not totally unlikely. It seems that this may not be the facts at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"It is difficult, not to say impossible, to suppose that Cardinal Bertone traveled to Cuba without the knowledge of the Office of the Vatican Secretary of State, and even of His Holiness Benedict XVI himself, judging from the information of the press, not contradicted up to the present that the Archbishop of Genoa was a bearer of a "special" greeting of the Pontiff to the dictator," said Valladares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the Pope may never say that this was not his message. I find that assuming if he does not object that he is complicit, is at the least a bad argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.canadafreepress.com/2005/cover111505.htm"&gt;The whole story.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Via &lt;a href="http://www.canadafreepress.com/"&gt;Canada Free Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113210555543619548?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113210555543619548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113210555543619548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/11/papal-greetings.html' title='Papal Greetings'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113210486374694185</id><published>2005-11-15T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T17:34:23.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/1600/relgion_free.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/400/relgion_free.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not quite sure if this is supposed to be like Pepsi Free or Coke Zero, or if it escaped from Engrish.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news comment is a little quizzical too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(For those who may not know, what should have been said was region free. This denotes that the player will play DVD's from all regions no matter what region they are encoded for. ie Europe, Japan, North America. A machine like this is completely illegal.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113210486374694185?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113210486374694185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113210486374694185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/11/what.html' title='What?'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113201674378701203</id><published>2005-11-14T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T17:05:43.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Audio Advancement?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.phoneyworld.com/images/home/141105/mic_mute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.phoneyworld.com/images/home/141105/mic_mute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am not sure exactly why one would need this, but it seems to me that it might be useful for those who are inept when in comes to controlling feedback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are wondering, this is a soundproof microphone. You simply hold that cone over your face, and talk into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all likelihood one would hope that the sound proof nature of this would make it impossible to hear the brilliant individual that is using it. Alas that is not the case. It is meant to insulate the mike from noise that occurs around you, leaving only the rich tones of your voice to be amplified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are after the other effect, we would suggest returning to the original plan. The handyman's secret weapon, Duct tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for those of you that think it just might be worth a cheap laugh, to see the worship leader at your church with the audio equivalent of a cabin pressure mask. Purchase one of these and an elastic band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this fun and only $65 us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any success let me know. Mike stands are expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More information @ &lt;a href="http://www.phoneyworld.com/newspage.aspx?n=1566"&gt;PhoneyWorld&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113201674378701203?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113201674378701203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113201674378701203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/11/audio-advancement.html' title='Audio Advancement?'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113191728685875043</id><published>2005-11-13T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T13:28:06.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trickster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/1600/DSCN0259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/400/DSCN0259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Native tradition refers to these birds as tricksters. I am not sure how tricky they are being here, but I will say it took me the better part of two days to get a photo of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is really happening here is a tradition of another sort. In November in this neck of the woods, it is very usual for hunters to head up north to the Dempster Highway to bag caribou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This meal for the Ravens is one of the end results of that hunt. In this case, the outcome of my neighbor's hunt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113191728685875043?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113191728685875043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113191728685875043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/11/trickster.html' title='The Trickster'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113176396255710542</id><published>2005-11-11T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T18:52:42.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outdoor Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/400/DSCN0246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since everyone else, (everyone being &lt;a href="http://magicstatistics.blogspot.com/2005/11/winter-has-arrived.html"&gt;Scott&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://everydaymusings.blogspot.com/2005/11/november-colours.html"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/a&gt;) is posting pictures of the dreary outside today, I thought I should point my camera out the window too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113176396255710542?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113176396255710542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113176396255710542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/11/outdoor-pictures.html' title='Outdoor Pictures'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113174277383886258</id><published>2005-11-11T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T13:03:07.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Tools 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/1600/DSCN0244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/320/DSCN0244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been looking for a simple tool of this kind for a while now. My laptop is very old, and yet I still desire to be able to transfer photos to it for viewing while I am out of town. Not to mention also transfering files to and from my PDA. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/1600/DSCN0243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/200/DSCN0243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A multicard reader is bulky and comes with cables. This simple SD to flash drive converter by IOGear is simple, light, compact, and best of all really cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have found need to have such a drive when I am over at friends places (that are in the dark ages) and would like to transfer photos to their computers, from an activity that we have just finished.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/1600/DSCN0241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/200/DSCN0241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I purchased the drive at Staples for the small amount of $15 on sale. $20 regular. Cheap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113174277383886258?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113174277383886258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113174277383886258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/11/cool-tools-3.html' title='Cool Tools 3'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113174082699428888</id><published>2005-11-11T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T12:27:07.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ozzy and Sharon</title><content type='html'>Although the show and the media have taken great pains to show Ozzy as harmless and cuddly, I can't get over the Black Sabbath days. Statements like Sharon's latest show far more about their real nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.contactmusic.com/new/xmlfeed.nsf/mndwebpages/osbourne%20blasts%20mother%20teresa"&gt;Read it for yourself.&lt;/a&gt; (rude as it is)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113174082699428888?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113174082699428888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113174082699428888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/11/ozzy-and-sharon.html' title='Ozzy and Sharon'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113169600993824815</id><published>2005-11-10T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T00:00:09.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks</title><content type='html'>I am thankful to the Lord for my home fellowship group. It has over many occasions, recent and long ago, provided the support that has helped my family through tough times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate the members of it, and understand the distinct nature of what they bring when we meet. They are my close friends, and I understand that they are all a gift from my God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to them, and thanks to Him for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113169600993824815?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113169600993824815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113169600993824815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/11/thanks.html' title='Thanks'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113158649385792272</id><published>2005-11-09T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T17:38:46.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Veterans</title><content type='html'>In fine fashion, the city councilor that I agreed with &lt;a href="http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/11/food-for-fines.html"&gt;yesterday&lt;/a&gt; is already on my bad side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave Stockdale thinks that it would be too much to give veterans free parking. As he states...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I appreciate what (veterans) have done but I don't think (providing free parking) is appropriate"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't know about you, but his sound blatantly ignorant. If we give free parking to tourists and the like, why can't we do it for those who stood up for our country. The men and women that gave, so that we might have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I have a clue what battle is like, or worse what it was like in the past, but I am at least capable of understanding that those that stood for the 'True North Strong and Free' deserve to be able to park their cars wherever they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I donate to their parking fund?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the &lt;a href="http://www.whitehorsestar.com/auth.php?r=40123&amp;amp;arc=1"&gt;Whitehorse Star Yourself!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113158649385792272?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113158649385792272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113158649385792272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/11/veterans.html' title='Veterans'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113156600724818468</id><published>2005-11-09T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T17:06:39.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire of the Wrong Kind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/1600/100_5662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/400/100_5662.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dear friend of mine, and a friend of many coffee lovers in Whitehorse, has suffered a great loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning there was a fire in the building that houses &lt;a href="http://www.midnight-sun-coffee.com/"&gt;Midnight Sun Coffee Roasters&lt;/a&gt;. It is a tragic loss. The owner Zola Dore is sure to be spinning right about now. My prayers are lifted up for her today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only does this affect the one shop, it also affects her other retail outlets, as well as the many businesses that purchase their coffee from her. This was her only roasting location and I would suppose that the logistics in setting up will be extremely time consuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zola has been, and is a philanthropist. She has at many times helped out various organizations throughout the north. I know. I have personally been the recipient of this graciousness. As well as my church, and a few other clubs that are also dear to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only hope that those who have received help and support from Zola over the years will reciprocate with support for her at this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please remember her in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More information @ &lt;a href="http://www.cbc.ca/north/story/coffee-fire-09112005.html"&gt;CBC North's Website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;Update&lt;/strong&gt;: story in the &lt;a href="http://www.whitehorsestar.com/auth.php?r=40134"&gt;Whitehorse Star&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113156600724818468?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113156600724818468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113156600724818468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/11/fire-of-wrong-kind.html' title='Fire of the Wrong Kind'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113151407754389221</id><published>2005-11-08T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T21:27:57.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for Fines</title><content type='html'>In an amazing stroke, that shocks me, our local city council came up with a good idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea is that in place of parking fines, during a two week period at the end of November, they will take food donations of equal or greater value. These in turn would be placed with a local food bank. However, it instantly became contentious when one of the councilors pointed out that is was a logistical nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a rare case where I agree with this councilor. Which is surprising since I really feel that there is quite a need for this in our community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think quite simply that the City should take cash donations, and then send the lump sum to the food banks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll never work though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too Simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cbc.ca/north/story/parking-ticket-food-08112005.html"&gt;Read the whole story.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Via &lt;a href="http://www.cbc.ca/north/"&gt;CBC North&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113151407754389221?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113151407754389221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113151407754389221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/11/food-for-fines.html' title='Food for Fines'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113150070513026744</id><published>2005-11-08T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T17:45:05.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Shop, Dumb Ideas 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/1600/000_0220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/400/000_0220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As said before, in my line of work from time to time we get to do things that are a little out of the ordinary. And get paid to do them. In this case we built a couple of dolly's for a customer. The specifics of which are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aluminum Construction&lt;br /&gt;BMX Wheels&lt;br /&gt;Hydraulic Disc Brakes &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/1600/000_0224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5255/740/320/000_0224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say that this called for a run off the roof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honest we're not all nuts in the Yukon, but if you live here long it's kind of hard to tell. Mind you I've lived here way to long and I wouldn't take my word for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113150070513026744?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113150070513026744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113150070513026744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/11/dark-shop-dumb-ideas-2.html' title='Dark Shop, Dumb Ideas 2'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892058.post-113133277148058276</id><published>2005-11-06T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T19:06:11.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb it Down</title><content type='html'>It is sad that I do not find this surprising. In a effort of glowing stupidity, someone has decided to make a buck selling the I Love Lucy Bible Study. I can't really say much that hasn't been said by our brother &lt;a href="http://stevenjcamp.blogspot.com/"&gt;Steve Camp&lt;/a&gt;. In his apt review of this &lt;strike&gt;game&lt;/strike&gt; study he states:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;As you can plainly see from our Lord's words above, that parables were used by Him to prohibit the message from those whose hearts were hard and unbelieving--not as a means to reveal truth to unbelievers. Once again, in someone's zeal and desire to communicate the gospel to unbelievers, they actually act unbiblically and dumb-down the very message that is motivating their hearts in serving the Lord. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://stevenjcamp.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-love-lucy-bible-studyentertainment.html"&gt;Read the whole article.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9892058-113133277148058276?l=limitedthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113133277148058276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892058/posts/default/113133277148058276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitedthinking.blogspot.com/2005/11/dumb-it-down.html' title='Dumb it Down'/><author><name>Christopher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/8193/640/blogpic.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
