<?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-7492517386075653058</id><updated>2011-10-01T12:54:24.578-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mt. Auburn Youth News &amp; Views</title><subtitle type='html'>"Let us not Love with Words or Tongue but with Actions and in Truth."  -1 John 3:18</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345840005582723435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SYiy8UCo2lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/clAKLDhpyWE/S220/DSCF0036.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492517386075653058.post-1055604073592755286</id><published>2011-07-25T13:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T13:52:12.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can’t Teach A Frog To Fly, So Stop Trying:  By Steve Brown</title><content type='html'>I’ve had a lousy job for most of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, I’m a preacher/pastor and my job description is to keep people from doing what they obviously want to do. I’ve often felt like an overwhelmed police officer at a rock concert charged with keeping the concert goers from using drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a job description like mine, you hardly ever get invited to parties, people are not very honest, and sometimes you feel like a wet shaggy dog shaking himself at a wedding. I tell them that I’m trying to help and that God anointed me to reach out to them, but they simply don’t care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preachers are supposed to keep people from sinning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t been very successful so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I feel like I’m standing by a cliff where people come to dance. “Be careful,” I tell them. “It’s a long way down and the stop will be quite unpleasant.” They look at me. They sometimes even thank me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I keep at it. “Hey,” I say to the next group who approach the cliff, “not too long ago, I saw people go off that cliff and if you’ll bend over and look, you can see the bloody mess they made.” Like everybody else, since I’ve been standing beside the cliff, they seem grateful for my concern. They maybe even say something about my compassion and wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I’m tired of it. In fact, I’ve given up standing by this stupid cliff. I’m tired of being people’s mother. I’m tired of trying to prevent the unpreventable. I’m tired of talking to people who don’t want to listen. And I’m tired of pointing out the obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I determine to leave my position by the cliff, to my horror and surprise…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jump!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you. There is a very human and undeniable proclivity of human beings to sin-to jump off the cliff. We’re drawn to it. We love it (at least for awhile). No matter who tries to keep us from doing it or how much pain it will cause, we are irresistibly drawn to that cliff. Maybe we want to fly. Could be that we have a masochistic streak in our DNA. Could be that our default position is jumping off cliffs. I don’t know. But for whatever reason, we do jump, we do get hurt, and if we survive, we then climb back up the cliff and jump again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a parable (author unknown) about Felix, the flying frog. Even if I mix the metaphor a bit, let me tell you the parable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, there lived a man named Clarence who had a pet frog named Felix. Clarence lived a modestly comfortable existence on what he earned working at the Wal-Mart, but he always dreamed of being rich. “Felix!” he said one day, hit by sudden inspiration, “We’re going to be rich! I’m going to teach you to fly!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felix, of course, was terrified at the prospect. “I can’t fly, you twit! I’m a frog, not a canary!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarence, disappointed at the initial response, told Felix: “That negative attitude of yours could be a real problem. We’re going to remain poor, and it will be your fault.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Felix and Clarence began their work on flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day of the “flying lessons,” Clarence could barely control his excitement (and Felix could barely control his bladder). Clarence explained that their apartment building had 15 floors, and each day Felix would jump out of a window, starting with the first floor and eventually getting to the top floor. After each jump, they would analyze how well he flew, isolate the most effective flying techniques, and implement the improved process for the next flight. By the time they reached the top floor, Felix would surely be able to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felix pleaded for his life, but his pleas fell on deaf ears. “He just doesn’t understand how important this is,” thought Clarence. “He can’t see the big picture.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with that, Clarence opened the window and threw Felix out. He landed with a thud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, poised for his second flying lesson, Felix again begged not to be thrown out of the window. Clarence told Felix about how one must always expect resistance when introducing new, innovative plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, he threw Felix out the window. THUD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is not to say that Felix wasn’t trying his best. On the fifth day, he flapped his legs madly in a vain attempt at flying. On the sixth day, he tied a small red cape around his neck and tried to think “Superman” thoughts. It didn’t help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the seventh day, Felix, accepting his fate, no longer begged for mercy. He simply looked at Clarence and said, “You know you’re killing me, don’t you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarence pointed out that Felix’s performance so far had been less than exemplary, failing to meet any of the milestone goals he had set for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, Felix said quietly, “Shut up and open the window,” and he leaped out, taking careful aim at the large jagged rock by the corner of the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felix went to that great lily pad in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarence was extremely upset, as his project had failed to meet a single objective that he had set out to accomplish. Felix had not only failed to fly, he hadn’t even learned to steer his fall as he dropped like a sack of cement, nor had he heeded Clarence’s advice to “Fall smarter, not harder.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing left for Clarence to do was to analyze the process and try to determine where it had gone wrong. After much thought, Clarence smiled and said…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Next time, I’m getting a smarter frog!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A number of years ago, I realized that I was, as it were, trying to teach frogs to fly. Frogs can’t fly. Not only that, they get angry when you try to teach them. The gullible ones will try, but they eventually get hurt so badly they quit trying. And the really sad thing about being a “frog flying teacher” is that I can’t fly either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you a secret. If one is a teacher trying to teach frogs to fly, nobody ever bothers to ask if you can fly. In fact, if you pretend that you’re an expert and tell a lot of stories about flying; if you can throw in a bit of aeronautical jargon about stalls, spins and flight maneuvers; and if you carry around a “Flight Manual” and know your way around it, nobody will question your ability to fly. You just pretend you’re an expert and tell stories, and the students will think you can fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that you become so phony you can’t stand yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’ve repented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just send them to Jesus and try to get out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, if you’re struggling with sin and aren’t getting better, don’t come to me. I like you okay, but that kind of depends on how my day is going. Instead of coming to me, run to Jesus. He’ll love you and maybe even make you better&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492517386075653058-1055604073592755286?l=mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/1055604073592755286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2011/07/you-cant-teach-frog-to-fly-so-stop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/1055604073592755286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/1055604073592755286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2011/07/you-cant-teach-frog-to-fly-so-stop.html' title='You Can’t Teach A Frog To Fly, So Stop Trying:  By Steve Brown'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345840005582723435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SYiy8UCo2lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/clAKLDhpyWE/S220/DSCF0036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492517386075653058.post-1868670380897884981</id><published>2011-07-05T12:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T12:17:24.485-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak with Like... Conviction?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LGAMd-tT6fQ?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LGAMd-tT6fQ?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492517386075653058-1868670380897884981?l=mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/1868670380897884981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2011/07/speak-with-like-conviction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/1868670380897884981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/1868670380897884981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2011/07/speak-with-like-conviction.html' title='Speak with Like... Conviction?'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345840005582723435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SYiy8UCo2lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/clAKLDhpyWE/S220/DSCF0036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492517386075653058.post-3326775435454492415</id><published>2011-06-20T13:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T13:25:05.375-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Philippians 4:13 Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qVLGxmRH9Ak/Tf-B_HBdtCI/AAAAAAAAAIU/da8gmM7SfvQ/s1600/the-young-martyr-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qVLGxmRH9Ak/Tf-B_HBdtCI/AAAAAAAAAIU/da8gmM7SfvQ/s320/the-young-martyr-L.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620353781198599202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a blog post that I read this morning.  Those of you who know my feelings about John Piper and the impact his writing has had on my life should appreciate reading how his book Taste and See, affected at least one other reader...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In spite of all the Halloween decorations popping up in EVERY single retail outlet I’ve been to in the past 3 weeks, today I am not writing about a ghost story or anything paranormal.  In fact, this is about a story that has been haunting my mind ever since I read it weeks ago.  (NOTE:  This is NOT a “light” story by any means.  If you get overly emotional, you may just want to skip this one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started innocently enough…reading through a new book my husband ordered for his men’s group.  Taste and See by John Piper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband had to run into an office supply store for something and I found this short story about this missionary family in Cambodia that has not been far from my consciousness ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story (Chapter 13 in the book) is about a family who knew their days were numbered.  One day, it was time.  They were rounded up by teenage rebels and put to work, digging their own graves.   The family complied.  When it was time for them to be executed, one of the boys in the family panicked and took off running into the bush.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His father stepped in and asked his captors not to chase after his son, but to wait as he called him back.  This man of God called out to his son, asking his son to join their family in the execution, knowing they would all join their Savior in Heaven in just a few moments.   He asked his son not to spend his last hours as a fugitive, running for  his life, but to return and take his place by the graves they’d just finished digging.  Shortly after his father called him, the young man came back, crying, to join his family.  They were executed soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just allow you a moment to let that sink in.  A father, knowing his life on earth was clearly at its end, calls his son BACK to his side to be murdered with his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, to say I was deeply troubled and moved by this story is an understatement.  My husband and I both wondered if we, in their situation, would have encouraged our son to run faster and harder, thinking it the Lord’s will that he escaped.  And I truly don’t  now what my reaction would be…and hope I never have to face such a gut wrenching scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as haunting as this story is, it is equally as humbling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humbling to have the insight of this missionary father, knowing his son would likely live his remaining days constantly looking behind his shoulder, wondering when he’d be captured and knowing that he could join his family in being face to face with their God in just a handful of minutes…and how much better that would be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you even imagine?  Seriously…can you?  I simply cannot.  Nope.  Can’t hardly wrap my finite mind around this.  And then the son…knowing his father was right and, in one last act of submission and obedience to his father, comes back to die beside his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach was in knots when I read it and is in knots as I type.  And then I ask…do I have that kind of faith?  Would I be given that kind of strength in a situation like that?  It’s at times like these that I have to lean on Scriptures that remind me, “I can do ALL things through Christ who strengthens me.”  Phillipians 4:13(emphasis mine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the passengers on Flight 93 who KNEW they were destined to die and faced the hijackers to thwart their plans and saved the lives of probably hundreds or thousands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the young woman who was martyred at Columbine High School because she would not deny her faith in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or countless other Christians who face death E-V-E-R-Y stinkin’ day just for being Christians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, forgetting about myself for a moment, am I raising my CHILDREN to have Phillipians 4:13 strength?  Can I demonstrate such an unwavering reliance on the Lord that my children can see this strength in action?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows I fail miserably and on a consistent basis.  Sheesh.  The Christian walk is far from easy.  Feels a lot more like a hike up Everest in the winter sometimes, but at least I know my Guide knows the way and will pick me up when I can’t take another step".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Susan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492517386075653058-3326775435454492415?l=mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/3326775435454492415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2011/06/philippians-413-faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/3326775435454492415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/3326775435454492415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2011/06/philippians-413-faith.html' title='Philippians 4:13 Faith'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345840005582723435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SYiy8UCo2lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/clAKLDhpyWE/S220/DSCF0036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qVLGxmRH9Ak/Tf-B_HBdtCI/AAAAAAAAAIU/da8gmM7SfvQ/s72-c/the-young-martyr-L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492517386075653058.post-649901524389249874</id><published>2011-06-02T09:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T09:30:07.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Ways to Make Your Kids Hate Church</title><content type='html'>1. Make sure your faith is only something you live out in public&lt;br /&gt;Go to church... at least most of the time. Make sure you agree with what you hear the preacher say, and affirm on the way home what was said especially when it has to do with your kids obeying, but let it stop there. Don’t read your Bible at home. The pastor will say everything you need to hear on Sundays. Don’t engage your children in questions they have concerning Jesus and God. Live like you want to live during the week so that your kids can see that duplicity is ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Pray only in front of people&lt;br /&gt; The only times you need to pray are when your family is over, holiday meals, when someone is sick, and when you want something. Besides that, don’t bother. Your kids will see you pray when other people are watching, no need to do it with them in private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Focus on your morals&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you insist your kids be honest with you. Let them know it is the right thing for them to do, but then feel free to lie in your own life and disregard the need to tell them and others the truth. Get very angry with your children when they say words that are “naughty” and “bad,” but post, read, watch, and say whatever you want on TV, Facebook, and Twitter. Make sure you focus on being a good person. Be ambiguous about what this means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Give financially as long as it doesn’t impede your needs&lt;br /&gt;Make a big deal out of giving at church. Stress to your children the value of tithing, while not giving sacrificially yourself. Allow them to see you spend a ton of money on what you want, while negating your command from Scripture to give sacrificially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Make church community a priority... as long as there is nothing else you want to do&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you are a church-going family, right? I mean, that’s what you tell your friends and family anyways. Make sure you attend on Sundays. As long as you didn’t stay up too late Saturday night. Or your family isn’t having a big barbeque. Or the big game isn’t on. Or this week you just don’t feel like it. Or... I mean, you’re a church-going family, so what’s the big deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.theresurgence.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492517386075653058-649901524389249874?l=mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/649901524389249874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2011/06/5-ways-to-make-your-kids-hate-church.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/649901524389249874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/649901524389249874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2011/06/5-ways-to-make-your-kids-hate-church.html' title='5 Ways to Make Your Kids Hate Church'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345840005582723435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SYiy8UCo2lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/clAKLDhpyWE/S220/DSCF0036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492517386075653058.post-2987812525753020707</id><published>2011-05-10T12:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T12:45:37.484-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Red Bull Gospel: by Drew Dyck</title><content type='html'>"A few years ago I volunteered at an event put on by a national youth ministry.&lt;br /&gt;The evening was fun but grueling. We bobbed for apples, captured flags, and raced eggs across the floor using only our noses. The games culminated with a frigid indignity: I laid on my back and let three giggling teenagers make an ice cream sundae on my face.&lt;br /&gt;As I toweled chocolate syrup from my chin, a leader ordered the teens into a semicircle. It was time for the devotional, which included a gospel presentation—but it was a gospel presentation that made me want to stand up and scream.&lt;br /&gt;"Being a Christian isn't hard," he told the group. "You won't lose your friends or be unpopular at school. Nothing will change. Your life will be the same, just better."&lt;br /&gt;Maybe his words would have slipped by me if they hadn't been such blatant reversals of Jesus' own warnings about the offensiveness of his message or the inevitable hardships of following him.&lt;br /&gt;I glanced at the teens. One was flicking Doritos chips at a friend. Others whispered to each other or stared at the floor. None of them seemed to be listening. And why should they? I wondered. Who cares about something that involves no adventure, no sacrifice, and no risk?&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately what I witnessed that night is hardly unique. Often ministries, especially youth ministries, are heavy on fun and light on faith. It's fired up entertainment and watered down gospel.&lt;br /&gt;Amused to death&lt;br /&gt;The entertainment emphasis can be traced at least a generation, and perhaps nowhere was the impact felt more profoundly than in youth programs. Instead of stressing confirmation of faith—youth ministry's original raison d'être—the focus shifted to attracting more and more kids to the ministry (which inevitably involved entertaining them). Not necessarily bad goals, but there were some ugly unintended consequences.&lt;br /&gt;Today some youth ministries are almost devoid of religious education. They are "holding tanks with pizza," as church researcher Ed Stetzer has called them. Some use violent video game parties to attract students through the church doors on Friday nights.&lt;br /&gt;Over the past year I've conducted dozens of interviews with 20-somethings who have walked away from their Christian faith. Among the most surprising findings was this: nearly all of these "leavers" reported having positive experiences in youth group. I recall my conversation with one young man who described his journey from evangelical to atheist. He had nothing but vitriol for the Christian beliefs of his childhood, but when I asked him about youth group, his voice lifted. "Oh, youth group was a blast! My youth pastor was a great guy."&lt;br /&gt;I was confused. I asked Josh Riebock, a former youth pastor and author of mY Generation, to solve the riddle: if these young people had such a good time in youth group, why did they ditch their faith shortly after heading to college?&lt;br /&gt;His response was simple. "Let's face it," he said. "There are a lot more fun things to do at college than eat pizza."&lt;br /&gt;Good point.&lt;br /&gt;If our strategy is to win young people's allegiance to church by offering better entertainment than the world, then we've picked a losing battle. Entertainment might get kids to church in their teens, but it certainly won't keep them there through their twenties.&lt;br /&gt;And recent studies confirm that they're leaving in droves. The Barna Group estimates that 80 percent of those reared in the church will be "disengaged" by the time they are 29. Barna Group president David Kinnaman describes the reality in stark terms:&lt;br /&gt;"Imagine a group photo of all the students who come to your church in a typical year. Take a big fat marker and cross out three out of every four faces. That's the probable toll of spiritual disengagement as students navigate the next two decades."&lt;br /&gt;Most of us don't need a "big fat marker" to see this phenomenon play out. We've had a front row seat to the exodus.&lt;br /&gt;Failure to form&lt;br /&gt;In his book UnChristian, Kinnaman reports that 65 percent of all American young people report making a commitment to Jesus Christ at some point in their lives. Yet based on his surveys, Kinnaman concludes that only about 3 percent of these young adults have a biblical worldview.&lt;br /&gt;Whether or not we accept Kinnaman's definition of what constitutes a biblical worldview, few would argue that anywhere near 65 percent of young adults in the U.S. could be described as active followers of Jesus. We may have done a good job of getting young people to sign a pledge or mutter a prayer, but a poor job of forming them into devoted disciples.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we've settled for entertaining rather than developing followers of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Of course there's nothing wrong with pizza and video games. The real problem is when they displace spiritual formation and teaching the Bible. And ultimately that's the greatest danger of being overly reliant on an entertainment model. It's not just that we can't compete with the world's amusements. It's not only that we get locked into a cycle of serving up ever-increasing measures of fun. Rather it's that we're distracted from doing the real work of youth ministry—fostering robust faith.&lt;br /&gt;Jim Rayburn, the founder of Young Life, liked to say, "It's a sin to bore a kid with the gospel." A generation later, that philosophy morphed into an entertainment based gospel that has actually produced entertainment numbness and an avoidance of the gospel's harder teachings. Somehow we thought we could sweeten the gospel message for young people to make it easier for them to swallow, but it turns out that they're choking on our concoction.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, pizza and video games don't transform lives. Young people are transformed by truth clearly presented. They're drawn to a cause to live and die for. In other words, they want the unvarnished gospel. When we present that gospel, with all its hard demands and radical implications, we'll be speaking the language they long to, and need to, hear.&lt;br /&gt;Signs of life&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be too hard on youth pastors. I was one. I know how tough it is. Teenage attention spans are short. Pressure to get numbers up is constant. But it's possible to instill a more dynamic faith if we change our focus, even if that decision comes at the expense of our conventional metrics of "success."&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully there are youth ministries trying to turn the tide. Faithbridge church in Houston, Texas, is one example. "We don't pour much effort into planning big hoorah events," says lead student pastor Dylan Lucas. "We're really focused on the Word and leadership training."&lt;br /&gt;The ministry pairs small groups of five to seven teens with adult leaders, and then provides those leaders with intensive training. "We equip these leaders to teach. The youth pastor can't do it all," says Lucas.&lt;br /&gt;Follow-up is another focus. "Our job doesn't end at graduation," Lucas says. "We call that 'Day One.'" Each graduate leaving for college receives a $10 Starbucks gift card with the following instructions: go find a spiritual mentor on campus to take out for coffee.&lt;br /&gt;"We keep tabs on them," Lucas says. "We have relationships with their families, and we bring them back to help lead the next generation."&lt;br /&gt;Of course not all graduates stay on the straight and narrow. "When we see someone go off, we don't ignore it," Lucas says. "You have to pick up the phone and make that awkward call."&lt;br /&gt;Drew Dyck is managing editor of Leadership Journal and author of Generation Ex-Christian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492517386075653058-2987812525753020707?l=mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/2987812525753020707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2011/05/red-bull-gospel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/2987812525753020707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/2987812525753020707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2011/05/red-bull-gospel.html' title='The Red Bull Gospel: by Drew Dyck'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345840005582723435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SYiy8UCo2lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/clAKLDhpyWE/S220/DSCF0036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492517386075653058.post-1058194653877219960</id><published>2011-01-20T14:30:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T22:02:14.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>COLLISION:  Acquire the Fire:  March 11th-12th</title><content type='html'>This year we will be taking 20 youth to Acquire the Fire in Muncie Indiana in Ball State's own Worthen Arena.  ATF is a 27 hour worship experience challenging us to see God in every aspect of our lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              Ticket, food &amp; Hotel cost:  $85&lt;br /&gt;             Awesome worship experience with your closest friends:  Priceless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/L6etNlTqzcU" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492517386075653058-1058194653877219960?l=mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/1058194653877219960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2011/01/collision-acquire-fire-march-11th-12th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/1058194653877219960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/1058194653877219960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2011/01/collision-acquire-fire-march-11th-12th.html' title='COLLISION:  Acquire the Fire:  March 11th-12th'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345840005582723435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SYiy8UCo2lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/clAKLDhpyWE/S220/DSCF0036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/L6etNlTqzcU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492517386075653058.post-7271451664406630906</id><published>2011-01-18T21:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T22:21:02.122-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Really Hearing!  A Modern Take on The Good Samaritan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/TTZXBNiUkQI/AAAAAAAAAH8/0CTOREgFqEk/s1600/goodsamaritan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/TTZXBNiUkQI/AAAAAAAAAH8/0CTOREgFqEk/s320/goodsamaritan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563730067987927298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A family of disheveled, unkempt individuals was stranded by the side of a major road on a Sunday morning.  They were obviously in distress.  The mother was sitting on a tattered suitcase, hair uncombed, clothes in disarray, with a glazed look in her eyes, holding a smelly, poorly clad, crying baby.  The father was unshaved, dressed in coveralls, a look of dispair on his face as he tried to corral two other youngsters.  Beside them was a run-down old car that had obviously just given up the ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down the road came a car driven by the local Bishop; he was on his way to church.  And though the father of the family waved frantically, the Bishop could not hold up his parishioners, so he acted as though he didn't see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon came another car, and again the father waved frantically.  But the car was driven by the president of the Kiwanis Club, and he was late for a statewide address to Kiwanis presidents in a nearby city.  He too, acted as though he did not see them and kept his eyes straight on the road ahead of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next car that came by was driven by an outspoken local atheist, who had never been to church in his life.  When he saw the family's distress, he took them into his own car.  After inquiring as to their need, he took them to a local motel, where he paid for a week's lodging while the father found work.  He also paid for the father to rent a car so he could look for work and gave the mother cash for food and new clothes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luke 10:30-37&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492517386075653058-7271451664406630906?l=mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/7271451664406630906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2011/01/really-hearing-modern-take-on-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/7271451664406630906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/7271451664406630906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2011/01/really-hearing-modern-take-on-good.html' title='Really Hearing!  A Modern Take on The Good Samaritan'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345840005582723435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SYiy8UCo2lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/clAKLDhpyWE/S220/DSCF0036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/TTZXBNiUkQI/AAAAAAAAAH8/0CTOREgFqEk/s72-c/goodsamaritan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492517386075653058.post-2246662619107566561</id><published>2011-01-03T15:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T15:25:50.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Surrender 2011:  Ski Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/TSIwMfb8SuI/AAAAAAAAAH0/qS4Gq4PfZdE/s1600/snowboard-v-ski.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/TSIwMfb8SuI/AAAAAAAAAH0/qS4Gq4PfZdE/s320/snowboard-v-ski.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558057881283873506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's ski weekend will begin on Friday January 21st and conclude on Saturday the 22nd. The cost for this event will be $75 per person and include meals, ski rental and lift ticket. If you have your own skis and would like to bring them, just let me know in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be sleeping over at the church from 7:00pm on Friday and will return no later than 7:00pm on Saturday the 22nd.  Don't forget to bring your Bible, sleeping bags and pillows, toiletries, ski pants &amp; skiing attire, sunglasses and permission slips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may download the following waivers for this event at the following sites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.mtauburnumc.org/forms/parentalconsent.pdf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://perfectnorth.com/pdfs/PNS_GroupWaiver.pdf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492517386075653058-2246662619107566561?l=mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/2246662619107566561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2011/01/surrender-2011-ski-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/2246662619107566561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/2246662619107566561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2011/01/surrender-2011-ski-trip.html' title='Surrender 2011:  Ski Trip'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345840005582723435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SYiy8UCo2lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/clAKLDhpyWE/S220/DSCF0036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/TSIwMfb8SuI/AAAAAAAAAH0/qS4Gq4PfZdE/s72-c/snowboard-v-ski.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492517386075653058.post-7679517304208950566</id><published>2011-01-03T15:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T15:28:06.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Group Ice Skating &amp; Sleepover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/TSIvrP9DQiI/AAAAAAAAAHs/pU1JS2QMCX8/s1600/ice-skating-rec-sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/TSIvrP9DQiI/AAAAAAAAAHs/pU1JS2QMCX8/s320/ice-skating-rec-sign.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558057310192091682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will meet at the church at 5 pm on January 14th, eat pizza, and then leave for ice skating around 6 pm. After ice skating, the girls will go to Sarah Martin's house for a sleepover, and the boys will go to Sean Peter's house. Join us for all or part of the evening!! We will also be talking about what we want to do within the youth group in the coming year! This is for high schoolers and middle schoolers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cost is $7.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to Bring:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping Bag &amp; Pillow&lt;br /&gt;Snacks, Drinks or Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contact:  Sean Peters (317)422-1341 or Sarah Martin (317)496-2143 for further details&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492517386075653058-7679517304208950566?l=mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/7679517304208950566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2011/01/youth-group-ice-skating-sleepover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/7679517304208950566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/7679517304208950566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2011/01/youth-group-ice-skating-sleepover.html' title='Youth Group Ice Skating &amp; Sleepover'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345840005582723435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SYiy8UCo2lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/clAKLDhpyWE/S220/DSCF0036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/TSIvrP9DQiI/AAAAAAAAAHs/pU1JS2QMCX8/s72-c/ice-skating-rec-sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492517386075653058.post-1844244771722310725</id><published>2010-11-10T14:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T14:08:14.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Orphan Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9gi_ko02i_A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9gi_ko02i_A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492517386075653058-1844244771722310725?l=mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/1844244771722310725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2010/11/orphan-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/1844244771722310725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/1844244771722310725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2010/11/orphan-sunday.html' title='Orphan Sunday'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345840005582723435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SYiy8UCo2lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/clAKLDhpyWE/S220/DSCF0036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492517386075653058.post-4967976557162342874</id><published>2010-11-07T16:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T16:42:04.998-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Harvest Paintball Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/TNcc2yHUCUI/AAAAAAAAAHg/p7gO_0zkTHs/s1600/crouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/TNcc2yHUCUI/AAAAAAAAAHg/p7gO_0zkTHs/s320/crouch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536925994366273858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, November 19th, the youth of Mt. Auburn will be leaving for fun and festivities at Valley Branch Retreat, located in Nashville, Indiana. Activities will include outdoor paintball, 30 miles of mountain biking trails, fishing and canoeing. This is truly a wonderful time of fun &amp; fellowship! &lt;br /&gt;Cost: $50&lt;br /&gt;What to Bring: Mt. Auburn Permission slip &lt;br /&gt;http://www.mtauburnumc.org/forms/parentalconsent.pdf&lt;br /&gt;Paintball Waiver: http://www.paintballvalley.com/ &lt;br /&gt;Sleeping bag,Pillow, Toiletries (Yes, there are bathrooms with showers!), Clothes you don’t mind getting paint on&lt;br /&gt;, Warm jackets for cool nights and layered clothing for warmer days, Bible&lt;br /&gt;, Bicycle (optional, if you want to mountain bike) Helmet (required if going mountain biking), Fishing Pole and tackle (optional)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492517386075653058-4967976557162342874?l=mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/4967976557162342874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2010/11/youth-harvest-paintball-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/4967976557162342874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/4967976557162342874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2010/11/youth-harvest-paintball-trip.html' title='Youth Harvest Paintball Trip'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345840005582723435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SYiy8UCo2lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/clAKLDhpyWE/S220/DSCF0036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/TNcc2yHUCUI/AAAAAAAAAHg/p7gO_0zkTHs/s72-c/crouch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492517386075653058.post-4845943846819840139</id><published>2010-09-01T08:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T09:26:32.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Man Up: Teach the Young</title><content type='html'>On average 4,000 churches die and close their doors every year in the United States.  80% of remaining churches are plateaued and declining, while more and more young people between the ages of 18-35 are not returing to church like the previous generation.  To put it simply, the Church in America is NOT doing well reaching the next generation.  But the question is... why?  Is God giving up on the American church or is the church simply giving up on reaching America?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XnN2PrIQijw&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XnN2PrIQijw&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492517386075653058-4845943846819840139?l=mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/4845943846819840139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2010/09/man-up-teach-young.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/4845943846819840139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/4845943846819840139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2010/09/man-up-teach-young.html' title='Man Up: Teach the Young'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345840005582723435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SYiy8UCo2lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/clAKLDhpyWE/S220/DSCF0036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492517386075653058.post-812160841178149347</id><published>2010-08-16T15:32:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T15:41:43.542-04:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Hour Famine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/TGmUkt0xrTI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/E0wyb0S0nso/s1600/30HF_Icon_reverse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/TGmUkt0xrTI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/E0wyb0S0nso/s320/30HF_Icon_reverse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506095377934298418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/low-LejLb5U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/low-LejLb5U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 4 years the youth group at Mt. Auburn (a group of about 30) have participated in an event called the 30 Hour Famine. This event is hosted by a Christian organization called World Vision and the purpose is to raise money to feed the hungry and starving children of the world. World Vision has relief stations posted in impoverished countries all over the world. They are a source of hope and relief to families and children whose lives are threatened by malnutrition, severe famine, war, and diseases like HIV/AIDS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is our goal to raise $8000 this year. World Vision has several matching grants, which will multiply our $8000 into $40,000! That is a huge impact just from 30 kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$30 is enough to feed ONE child for an entire month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you consider donating $30, $60, or $90 to this cause?  &lt;br /&gt;You can make tax deductible checks payable to World Vision, and simply mail the check to Mt. Auburn UMC:  Attn: World Vision. 3100 W. Stonescrossing Rd. Greenwood, IN 46143 by August 25th, or just drop off your donation at the church office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are attending the Famine, Here are some things you need to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Famine begins Friday afternoon after your school lunch.  We are going to try to make it as close to the full 30 hours as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you need to be at the church approximately by 4:30 (or a little later) to begin building your home for the night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE WILL BE SLEEPING IN OUR CARDBOARD CITY ON FRIDAY NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to bring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bible&lt;br /&gt;-Sleeping bag&lt;br /&gt;-Change of clothes&lt;br /&gt;-work gloves&lt;br /&gt;-sun screen&lt;br /&gt;-Parental consent:  http://www.mtauburnumc.org/ministries/youth/index.php&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be doing work projects off site on Saturday, but will return to Mt. Auburn around 2:30pm.  Finally, we "break-fast" at 6:00pm on saturday evening and share a meal together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any other questions, please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make it a great week!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travis&lt;br /&gt;For More information call Travis Taylor:  535-8555 x1352&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for helping us build a better world for children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492517386075653058-812160841178149347?l=mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/812160841178149347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2010/08/30-hour-famine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/812160841178149347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/812160841178149347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2010/08/30-hour-famine.html' title='30 Hour Famine'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345840005582723435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SYiy8UCo2lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/clAKLDhpyWE/S220/DSCF0036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/TGmUkt0xrTI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/E0wyb0S0nso/s72-c/30HF_Icon_reverse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492517386075653058.post-537177057611614338</id><published>2010-02-17T10:25:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T15:42:02.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christ: The Source of Our Love and Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/S3xSciMdalI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Wm5cm2Qz7kg/s1600-h/Mia+Cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439313100125596242" style="width: 320px; height: 180px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/S3xSciMdalI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Wm5cm2Qz7kg/s320/Mia+Cropped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mia is often the source of my Love and Joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am ashamed to admit it, but there are times that I don't seem to receive a lot of joy from my relationship with Jesus Christ.   I can be happy; I can be joyful, but often this joy is found in other things, NOT Jesus.  As many of you know, (and can probably relate to) my life is busy! I go to school, go to church, make time to stay home to be with my wife and daughter, do my best to take care of my mother, be a good brother, neighbor, friend, etc.   Sadly, joy itself is often simply  an afterthought to a complex and structured schedule.  Joy in Jesus Christ is seldom thought of at all.  Lately I have had to regroup, gather my thoughts and reset some priorities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Why do I live life the way I do? Why do I believe the way I choose to? Does my faith in Jesus truly bring me joy, or does my faith stem from a sense of responsibility or duty?  Do I find true Joy in Jesus; does He truly make me happy? I recently read a quote from C.S. Lewis... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the perfect man would never act from a sense of duty. He’d always want the right thing more than the wrong one. Duty is only substitute for love, of God or of people. It is like a crutch, which is a substitute for a leg. Now, most of us need a crutch at times. But it would be idiotic to use the crutch, when our own legs, or in this case our own loves, tastes, desires and habits can make the journey on there own.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think I often walk through life on crutches!  Where is my joy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get so busy doing what I think a "good Christian" should do, that I forget that I'm commanded to "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do everything in love&lt;/span&gt;" -1 Corinthians 16:14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love is what we as Christians are to be known for!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline; font-weight: bold;" class="versetext" id="joh13-34"&gt;    &lt;span class="WordsOfChrist"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" class="versetext" id="joh13-34"&gt;&lt;span class="WordsOfChrist"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" class="versetext" id="joh13-34"&gt;&lt;span class="WordsOfChrist"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" class="versetext" id="joh13-34"&gt;&lt;span class="WordsOfChrist"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A new command&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" name="7"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I give you: Love one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" name="8"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; As I have loved you, so you must love one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" name="9"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="versetext highlightThenFade" id="joh13-35"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="versenum"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="WordsOfChrist"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By this all men will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;a class="highlightThenFade" name="10"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="versetext highlightThenFade" id="joh13-35"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-John 13:34-35&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often in my Christian life, joy has taken a backseat to hard work and responsibility.  However, I see now more than ever that activity not firmly rooted to joy in Christ, is no Christian life at all!  No matter how hard I work, no matter how much I give, no matter how many homeless I feed, orphans I adopt or children I sponsor, if I am not compelled to act through Christ's love out of love, then I do it all for nothing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492517386075653058-537177057611614338?l=mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/537177057611614338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2010/02/joy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/537177057611614338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/537177057611614338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2010/02/joy.html' title='Christ: The Source of Our Love and Joy'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345840005582723435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SYiy8UCo2lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/clAKLDhpyWE/S220/DSCF0036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/S3xSciMdalI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Wm5cm2Qz7kg/s72-c/Mia+Cropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492517386075653058.post-5087374269659742067</id><published>2009-12-31T19:40:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T08:41:04.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginnings:  Ski Trip 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/Sz1PIIlGD8I/AAAAAAAAAGg/AvnS9uHOxY0/s1600-h/ski.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 67px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/Sz1PIIlGD8I/AAAAAAAAAGg/AvnS9uHOxY0/s320/ski.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421576527584563138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/Sz1R_kKWV1I/AAAAAAAAAGo/7Tz9W3CxxvM/s1600-h/ski1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 67px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/Sz1R_kKWV1I/AAAAAAAAAGo/7Tz9W3CxxvM/s320/ski1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421579678904637266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year the youth of Mt. Auburn will once again brave the slopes of Perfect North, located in Lawrenceburg Indiana.  The cost is $70, includes lift ticket, ski or snowboard rental and T-shirt.  The weekend begins promptly at 7:00pm here at Mt. Auburn on Friday February 12th and concludes on Saturday evening with our return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be leaving Mt Auburn around 8:00am on Saturday morning to enjoy one day of skiing at Perfect North.  Dinner, Breakfast, and lunch will also be provided and we should return around 7:30 pm on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everyone under the age of 18 will need to fill out the waiver for Perfect North at the following website:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.perfectnorth.com/waivers.php"&gt;http://www.perfectnorth.com/waivers.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everyone under the age of 18 will also need to fill out the waiver &amp;amp; permission slip for Mt Auburn at the following website:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you are a parent who would like to chaperon this event, you will need to go over the child protection policy and return to Marsha Armenoff  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtauburnumc.org/ministries/youth/index.php"&gt;http://www.mtauburnumc.org/ministries/youth/index/php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is always a wonderful weekend.  If you have any questions, please give me a call!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492517386075653058-5087374269659742067?l=mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/5087374269659742067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2009/12/beginnings-ski-trip-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/5087374269659742067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/5087374269659742067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2009/12/beginnings-ski-trip-2010.html' title='Beginnings:  Ski Trip 2010'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345840005582723435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SYiy8UCo2lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/clAKLDhpyWE/S220/DSCF0036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/Sz1PIIlGD8I/AAAAAAAAAGg/AvnS9uHOxY0/s72-c/ski.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492517386075653058.post-4726508181152909913</id><published>2009-12-09T09:29:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T07:46:39.034-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Tell it on the Mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/Sx-0_FViwfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/koPHbbcjtL4/s1600-h/header01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 440px; height: 147px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/Sx-0_FViwfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/koPHbbcjtL4/s320/header01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413244272979919346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I haven't done any shopping yet for Christmas.  Am I a procrastinator... maybe.  Actually, I know I am procrastinating, because the stores have been screaming Holiday Savings and stocked with bargain Christmas paraphernalia since before Halloween.   Now, I don't mean to sound like a Scrooge, but  in the last several years the Holidays have made me cringe a little bit.  Without a clear reason as to why, I have become increasingly hardened to this time of year.  Not really Christmas mind you, but what the "Christmas Season" has sadly become for me.  I thought that once we brought Mia home and put up the tree, and began a daily dose of Christmas songs that I would finally get over it, that the Christmas spirit would finally sink in and I would be just itching to get out and find that perfect gift for my little angel.  But I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she's too young.  Maybe when she can actually speak and begin to understand the concept of Christmas, my feelings will change.  But as it stands right now, I look at all the bright colored toys strewn all over my living room, the puzzles, the music-makers, the boxes of new and hand-me-down clothes...  Then I look in our spare bedroom which has now become a catch-all for the jumperoo, the wind-up swing, and the other objects she has already outgrown and I think what else can we possibly get her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does the magic of Christmas really come from?  Is it in the gifts?  Is it trapped in our memories of childhood?  Does it come from Jesus?  Does Santa bring it?  Does it exist in the faces of our children as we count down the days til the big night?   I remember the magic of Christmas as a child.  It was good and I long for it again.   Back then (for me) it was about being a child.  It was about the possibility of Santa Claus, it was about Christmas trees and snow, being out of school, and cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What is it about now? Where does the magic come from now that I'm... old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no big secret, in fact most people will tell you, Christmas is about Christ, and I want to believe that!  I really want to believe that Christmas is the time of year when I celebrate the truth that God came down to Earth, reconciled us to Himself, and now I have peace in my heart and eternal life to look forward to!  But do I?  Do I celebrate THAT, or do I simply kick back by a roaring fire, count my blessings and then proceed to pamper myself and eat too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do I even tell ONE person who might not have the gift of Christ the real reason for this season?  Do I even try to share the gift of Jesus... with anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There is NOTHING more important or valuable than the gift of salvation. Especially at Christmas, nothing I could ever give anyone even comes close to the gift Jesus offers them.  I wonder if I offered the gift of Jesus this Holiday season, would I feel the magic return?  Would I feel the excitement of watching the face of someone whose life just changed?  Would I smile and feel the warmth of a regenerated heart because I introduced the gift-giver to someone who needed him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the gift that I am commissioned to share with the world.  How magical is this gift, how wonderful!  The truth of this gift is worth telling...  It's wonderful truth should echo from the rooftops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Shout aloud and sing for joy, people of Zion, for great is the Holy One of Israel among you." Isaiah 12:6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492517386075653058-4726508181152909913?l=mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/4726508181152909913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2009/12/go-tell-it-on-mountain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/4726508181152909913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/4726508181152909913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2009/12/go-tell-it-on-mountain.html' title='Go Tell it on the Mountain'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345840005582723435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SYiy8UCo2lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/clAKLDhpyWE/S220/DSCF0036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/Sx-0_FViwfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/koPHbbcjtL4/s72-c/header01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492517386075653058.post-1349196334465583749</id><published>2009-12-07T07:35:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:45:29.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering the Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/Sx0AEktTsLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/HDmffhF4mHY/s1600-h/Scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 127px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/Sx0AEktTsLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/HDmffhF4mHY/s320/Scan0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412482405742391474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/Sxz28IjXTAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/5rs_mkZiZ_Y/s1600-h/Dad+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 131px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/Sxz28IjXTAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/5rs_mkZiZ_Y/s320/Dad+7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412472365140888578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On Friday November 13th, my Father passed away.  He died at home and I was with him; I watched him go.  It's so odd that it even happened.  Even now as I write these words it still seems surreal.  It doesn't feel right, in fact it feels all wrong.  It wasn't supposed to be like this; he was only 65.  There should have been something we could do, but it just happened so fast.  Well, no actually it was slow, but it seemed fast.  One minute he was there, the next he wasn't. It's so weird that he should not be here.  He was my Dad, he was supposed to be here.  He was supposed to be papaw to my children, to Mia.  He wanted to be papaw.  But it's over, it's done with and I know she won't remember him and that makes me sad.  Regardless, she needs to know!  She needs to know about the man who was my father...  But she won't get it, she won't understand, not really.   The world has changed and now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I once read somewhere that, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing hurts worse than remembering the future, especially a future we can never have.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had ideas and dreams for my family, how life would be, things we would do.  I pictured Christmas mornings at my parents house with my Dad singing some obscure song I have never heard before in the kitchen while cooking up one of his famous big country breakfasts that included everything from biscuits and sausage gravy to fried chicken and spam...  You see, my Dad used to sing...  and he used to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; Christmas won't happen... ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last night in youth group we talked about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;things that get your attention&lt;/span&gt;.  We looked up Matthew 4:18-20, where Matthew describes the calling of Peter and Andrew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As Jesus was walking beside the Sea of Galilee, he saw two brothers, Simon called Peter and his brother Andrew.  They were casting a net into the lake, for they were fishermen.  "Come follow me," Jesus said, "and I will make you fishers of men."  At once they left their nets and followed him&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This passage of Scripture has always bothered me because I never really understood why they got up and left.  How could they just leave?  The Bible tells us that there was nothing special about Jesus' appearance that would have drawn them to him, so why did they leave, what got there attention? Didn't they have their own ideas?  Didn't they have hopes, dreams, and responsibilities?  Why would they abandon their own ideas of life and hang their future on "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Come Follow me&lt;/span&gt;"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder... would I have left?  Would you?  What would it take to get my attention; what would it take to get yours?  Would I surrender my future to Christ with a simple "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Come follow me&lt;/span&gt;"?  Or would it take something infinitely more life-altering to wake me up and get me moving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know in my head and truly believe in my heart that everything, EVERYTHING Jesus does (or allows to happen) is inevitably an act of love, designed for my own good to bring me into a deeper relationship with Him to enable me to carry out His purposes... Because He loves me.  How do I reconcile that with my Dad dying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My future has changed, my Father is in Heaven, Jesus has gotten my attention...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Listening.&lt;br /&gt;It's time to get moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him and are called according to his purposes" - Romans 8:28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492517386075653058-1349196334465583749?l=mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/1349196334465583749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2009/12/remembering-future.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/1349196334465583749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/1349196334465583749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2009/12/remembering-future.html' title='Remembering the Future'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345840005582723435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SYiy8UCo2lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/clAKLDhpyWE/S220/DSCF0036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/Sx0AEktTsLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/HDmffhF4mHY/s72-c/Scan0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492517386075653058.post-1886577390529204402</id><published>2009-10-08T16:38:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T22:11:11.748-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Happiness Trap</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/Ss5N9CBNH9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/exZ5IfXIjS8/s1600-h/happiness+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390331514918346706" style="width: 172px; height: 154px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/Ss5N9CBNH9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/exZ5IfXIjS8/s320/happiness+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Doesn't God want us to be happy?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In my ministry, I have been asked that question several times from teenagers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question usually comes at times of difficult decision-making, at times when someone must choose between obeying and trusting that the right thing is really the right thing, and disobeying and taking the easier, more pleasant-looking path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their approach to making their decision usually goes something like this. "&lt;em&gt;Yes, I know what the Bible says, but I just feel in my heart that God doesn't want me to be unhappy, so I think I should do this... instead.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly I have seen many people who think this way abandon their faith and chase after earthly things they think will make them happy, only to find out over time and after much heartache, happiness sought anywhere other than in God inevitably dwindles. They then feel betrayed, foolish and alone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did God want Moses to be happy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;... God loved Moses deeply and wanted Him to be happy. In fact there is probably no other human being in history who has been as intimately connected with God as Moses. Yet God gave Moses a speech impediment, made him wander in the desert for 38 years with a bunch of whiners and once even gave his sister leprosy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did God want Paul to be happy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;, God loved Paul and Paul loved God. In fact, God was the ultimate source of Paul's joy and contentment. Yet Paul was made to suffer almost more than any other apostle. He was imprisoned numerous times, shipwrecked, stoned, flogged (on more than one occasion), starved and eventually beheaded. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The answer to the question, "&lt;em&gt;Doesn't God want us to be happy&lt;/em&gt;" is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;, He really does want us to be happy! But for Moses, Paul, and all of the other prophets and disciples, happiness wasn't the main purpose, and nor should it be ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yet &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God does want us to be happy&lt;/span&gt;. In fact that's why He sent His son to the Earth, to make us eternally happy. That is the goal of His love! To make us eternally happy! God knows that all things will eventually end. Children grow up and leave; houses, cars, knees, health, looks, marriages, boyfriends, and girlfriends all eventually will pass away. God knows that lives lived sold out to earthly things will leave us disappointed and so He wants us to see that He is the only source of Joy that is constant and never-ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;For I know the plans I have for you, "declares the Lord". Plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future&lt;/em&gt;." -Jeremiah 29:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/7492517386075653058-1886577390529204402?l=mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/1886577390529204402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2009/10/happiness-trap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/1886577390529204402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/1886577390529204402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2009/10/happiness-trap.html' title='The Happiness Trap'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345840005582723435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SYiy8UCo2lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/clAKLDhpyWE/S220/DSCF0036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/Ss5N9CBNH9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/exZ5IfXIjS8/s72-c/happiness+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492517386075653058.post-7907731681665817345</id><published>2009-09-29T10:09:00.027-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T22:31:06.547-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"We Interupt this Regularly Scheduled Program..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SsIWXqnj9QI/AAAAAAAAAE4/6X3oJAzkrUs/s1600-h/mia1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386892700121560322" style="width: 100px; height: 152px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SsIWXqnj9QI/AAAAAAAAAE4/6X3oJAzkrUs/s320/mia1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SsIWiCOYmvI/AAAAAAAAAFA/7q5n9_F56hY/s1600-h/Emilia+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386892878257101554" style="width: 173px; height: 124px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SsIWiCOYmvI/AAAAAAAAAFA/7q5n9_F56hY/s320/Emilia+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SsIWzCYtHlI/AAAAAAAAAFI/tCYXEXqIUBM/s1600-h/mia3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386893170358165074" style="width: 93px; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SsIWzCYtHlI/AAAAAAAAAFI/tCYXEXqIUBM/s320/mia3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love my sleep. In fact, I believe that sleep is one of God's greatest gifts to His children. Sleep is the warm, tasty rest that comes over you after being awake for 16 hours or so. Sleep is God's way of letting us know that He is ultimately in charge, and that the world will NOT spin out of control if we take a few hours off. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AAhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sleep; what a wonderful gift you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lately this gift of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;uninterrupted&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;unconsciousness&lt;/span&gt; has become a lot more valuable. Kind of like TIME or anything else that we take for granted, I didn't know how priceless it was, until I lost some of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My sleep schedule now depends largely upon the needs and whims of a seven month old little girl who proclaims (&lt;em&gt;very loudly I might add)&lt;/em&gt; her desire for my immediate attention regardless of &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; intended nightly schedule or &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; convenience. She knows only that she wants me and wants me NOW! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Over time I'm sure that will change. Over time and as she grows, I'm sure that I will eventually explain to her the virtue of patience and carefully explain that she doesn't need to have every impulsive desire met, the moment that she desires it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;However, right now I am amazed at my willingness to be interrupted for someone that I love! Most nights I groggily I make my way up the stairs at 2:00am to comfort her, sing her back to sleep, bring her a bottle or change a wet diaper. To some it may seem like an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;annoyance &lt;/span&gt;and sometimes it feels like it too. But afterwards, as I make my way down the stairs back to my bed, I receive the quiet satisfaction of being inconvenienced for someone I love without expecting anything in return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The truth is that I love my daughter more than I love my sleep. Time spent with her&lt;/strong&gt; (even at an inconvenient time) &lt;strong&gt;is more precious than my sleep schedule.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When it comes to my relationship with Christ however, I often am not that easy going. I have been given so many good gifts and yet the second I feel inconvenienced or interrupted, I grumble or wonder why this is &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; responsibility? Even though I am richly blessed, when it comes to being inconvenienced for Jesus, my tolerance for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;interruption&lt;/span&gt; is far less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What a difference love makes&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why is it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hard for me to understand that interruption is often God's way of telling me that He loves me and desires my immediate attention? Maybe if I sought &lt;strong&gt;His&lt;/strong&gt; face everyday the way that I seek my daughter's, then maybe I wouldn't get so bent out of shape when He gives me the opportunity to meet Him at (what I feel )is an inconvenient moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I love God more than my regularly scheduled routine, maybe I'll finally get it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In his heart a man plans his course, but the Lord determines his steps."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-Proverbs 16:9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&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/7492517386075653058-7907731681665817345?l=mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/7907731681665817345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-interupt-this-regularly-scheduled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/7907731681665817345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/7907731681665817345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-interupt-this-regularly-scheduled.html' title='&quot;We Interupt this Regularly Scheduled Program...&quot;'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345840005582723435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SYiy8UCo2lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/clAKLDhpyWE/S220/DSCF0036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SsIWXqnj9QI/AAAAAAAAAE4/6X3oJAzkrUs/s72-c/mia1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492517386075653058.post-5935962524380293623</id><published>2009-09-24T08:59:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T13:42:24.969-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not a head thing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SrzIkl6K3QI/AAAAAAAAAEA/wfG_wUjO38M/s1600-h/abraham-lincoln-625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 107px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SrzIkl6K3QI/AAAAAAAAAEA/wfG_wUjO38M/s320/abraham-lincoln-625.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385399785405209858" border="0" /&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SrzIrB5yu5I/AAAAAAAAAEI/MFOI6VGPdCk/s1600-h/alg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 102px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SrzIrB5yu5I/AAAAAAAAAEI/MFOI6VGPdCk/s320/alg1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385399895999036306" border="0" /&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SrzIw_01x0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Jz6-YUuQuGQ/s1600-h/jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 88px; height: 109px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SrzIw_01x0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Jz6-YUuQuGQ/s320/jesus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385399998520608578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraham Lincoln was the 16th president of the United States, serving from March 1861 until his assassination in April 1865.  He is known for and associated with many things; things like the Civil War, The Gettysburg Address, The Emancipation Proclamation, The abolition of slavery and top hats.  His image is so familiar that I don't know many people who would not recognize even a child's rendering of his image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus of Nazareth, however, was a Jewish man born in Bethlehem around 2,050 years ago.  His mother's name was Mary, His father was a carpenter named Joseph, and His cousin was John the Baptist.  Jesus taught and preached the coming of God's Kingdom, healed the sick, the blind and the lame and occasionally brought dead people back to life until his crucifixion at age 33.  Three days after His death, He rose from the dead and 40 days later He ascended into Heaven on a cloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algebra is probably one of the main branches of what is called pure mathematics.  It deals with general statements of relations utilizing letters and other symbols to represent specific sets of numbers and/or values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now your probably wondering what Jesus, Abraham Lincoln and Algebra all have in common.  To tell you the truth, I can't think of  one thing, other than the fact that we often look at Jesus the same way we look at anything else.  We can know all there is to know about Jesus of Nazareth.  We can study ancient texts and learn exactly where Jesus was born, where He and His family fled to in Egypt in His early childhood, and where Golgotha was geographically located during the Roman occupation of Jerusalem.  We can study the Bible, and memorize every parable Jesus taught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can learn all that can be known about Jesus and still miss Him completely! I can affirm in my mind all the correct doctrine about Jesus and still not in my heart acknowledge Him as Lord of my daily living.  If my Christianity is largely based on how much I know or how much Scripture I memorize, while failing to apply this wisdom, then I might as well be studying algebra because there is as much saving power in the historical person of Jesus Christ as there is in Abraham Lincoln.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Do not merely listen to the Word and so deceive yourselves.  Do what it says." -James 1:22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492517386075653058-5935962524380293623?l=mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/5935962524380293623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2009/09/experienceing-relationship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/5935962524380293623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/5935962524380293623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2009/09/experienceing-relationship.html' title='It&apos;s not a head thing...'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345840005582723435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SYiy8UCo2lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/clAKLDhpyWE/S220/DSCF0036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SrzIkl6K3QI/AAAAAAAAAEA/wfG_wUjO38M/s72-c/abraham-lincoln-625.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492517386075653058.post-5749236579798443109</id><published>2009-09-22T11:10:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T22:31:43.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Challenges, New Possibilities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/Sr0CxO7jyGI/AAAAAAAAAEg/4NNAwploYJI/s1600-h/disposable-toxic-diapers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 87px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/Sr0CxO7jyGI/AAAAAAAAAEg/4NNAwploYJI/s320/disposable-toxic-diapers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385463774249732194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/Sr0Cc8ES45I/AAAAAAAAAEY/3fVl0sRLhpw/s1600-h/diapers.jpg"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/Sr0DAN7u0WI/AAAAAAAAAEo/1npxGnKtEHU/s1600-h/diapers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 104px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/Sr0DAN7u0WI/AAAAAAAAAEo/1npxGnKtEHU/s320/diapers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385464031680057698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/Sr0DiWspsPI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ioKuKUtBvQc/s1600-h/cloth-diapers_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 98px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/Sr0DiWspsPI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ioKuKUtBvQc/s320/cloth-diapers_Full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385464618148278514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fuzzy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bunz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hiney's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bumboozle's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are new words that have recently been added to my vocabulary. They all refer to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; brand of cloth diaper that Sarah and I are trying out on Mia. They all come in bright, fun colors. Some are softer, some more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;absorbent&lt;/span&gt;, and some just look more comfortable. Some have snaps, and some have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;velcro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; straps, but all are designed for the same purpose... They absorb life's unfortunate messes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the last several months, life for me (as I'm sure many of you) had gotten messy and some parts of it really stunk! With photography demands, church commitments, school work, my father's cancer, my stupid cat and leaky roof, life in general got crowded and uncomfortable! But now that I am a FATHER, I see that it doesn't get less so, but instead simply requires a more disciplined and prioritized schedule and a bright, colorful, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;strappy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; group of other villagers to help ABSORB THE LOAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday September 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, we held a parents meeting to discuss the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;current&lt;/span&gt; and future needs of Mt. Auburn's youth program (&lt;em&gt;to which I owe the turnout &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;largely&lt;/span&gt; to Sharon Martin&lt;/em&gt;). The meeting was successful and several parents stepped up to the changing table (as I knew they would). I am convinced that &lt;strong&gt;better communication&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;parent involvement in upcoming events, ministry &amp;amp; fellowship opportunities, combined with the opening of the new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;OFLC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, will God-willing, usher in a spiritual awakening in our individual families and church as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also formally introduced Matt Robinette (our college intern) to all those present and I would like to communicate to all parents how pleased I am that Matt has joined our ministry team. He is a senior at the University of Indianapolis, majoring in youth ministry and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;entrepreneurship&lt;/span&gt;, and is genuinely excited about his relationship to Jesus Christ and being part of this youth ministry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dick Davis, (&lt;em&gt;a long-time member of Mt. Auburn&lt;/em&gt;) is doing his part by offering his artistic services in the new youth rooms. This is a huge undertaking and we are indeed blessed by his generosity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I truly believe that with God's help, our commitment to work together this fall will usher in the most potent force for Christ that Mt. Auburn has ever seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;For we are to God, the aroma of Christ among those who are being saved and those who are perishing&lt;/strong&gt;." -2 Corinthians 2:15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492517386075653058-5749236579798443109?l=mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/5749236579798443109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-challenges-new-possibilities.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/5749236579798443109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/5749236579798443109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-challenges-new-possibilities.html' title='New Challenges, New Possibilities'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345840005582723435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SYiy8UCo2lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/clAKLDhpyWE/S220/DSCF0036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/Sr0CxO7jyGI/AAAAAAAAAEg/4NNAwploYJI/s72-c/disposable-toxic-diapers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492517386075653058.post-3460569369343144813</id><published>2009-06-03T08:42:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T10:50:59.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Foolishness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SiZz_chyucI/AAAAAAAAADw/tF-ksWLmR0M/s1600-h/cartoon"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SiZz_chyucI/AAAAAAAAADw/tF-ksWLmR0M/s320/cartoon" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343085541748554178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  For the past month I have been teaching out of 1 Corinthians in the Sr. high Sunday school class.  Corinth was a Greek city and the Christian church there was relatively new and by apostolic standards, immature.  Much like modern church people, the Corinthians were smart.  They knew how the world worked and spent much of their time indulging in modern activities.  Their lives were well ordered and everything had it's place, including their faith. They seemed wise and well rounded, however they were having difficulty identifying a solid purpose for the church.  Some really liked Paul, others really liked Peter.  Still others enjoyed Apollos (the Corinthian church leader).  The NIV says they, "had a wrong conception of the Christian message."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;     So Paul, while in Ephesus, received news about their squabbling, their overall division, and general attitude. The letter itself is long and covers a multitude of issues. But, in chapter 4 Paul makes a clear distinction between the Corinthian "believers" and the apostles. Before he makes this distinction, he writes this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do not deceive yourselves.  If any one of you thinks he is wise by the standards of this age, he should become a fool so that he may become wise.&lt;/span&gt;"  -1 Corinthians 3:18 (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This made me think...  How foolish am I?  On the contrary, I think I am a pretty smart guy. I know how the worl&lt;/span&gt;d works, my life seems relatively well-ordered and often times so does my faith.  Then Paul shows up and basically says  &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Geneva,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Don't fool yourself. Don't think that you can be wise merely by being up-to-date with the times.  Be God's fool - that's the path to true wisdom. What the world calls smart, God calls stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;"  -1 Corinthians 3:18-19 (The Message Bible)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PAUL EXPLAINS THE THE DIFFERENCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial,Geneva,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It seems to me that God has put us who bear his Message on stage in a theater in which no one wants to buy a ticket. We're something everyone stands around and stares at, like an accident in the street.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We're&lt;/span&gt; the Messiah's misfits &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Meaning the Apostles)&lt;/span&gt;. You might be sure of yourselves, but we live in the midst of frailties and uncertainties. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(meaning the Corinthians)&lt;/span&gt; might be well-thought-of by others, but we're mostly kicked around. Much of the time we don't have enough to eat, we wear patched and threadbare clothes, we get doors slammed in our faces,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial,Geneva,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; and we pick up odd jobs anywhere we can to eke out a living. When they call us names, we say, "God bless you.""&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Geneva,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; When they spread rumors about us, we put in a good word for them. We're treated like garbage, potato peelings from the culture's kitchen. And it's not getting any better.&lt;/span&gt;" -1 Corinthians 4:9-13 (The Message Bible)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Geneva,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial,Geneva,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;SO, I HAVE TO ASK MYSELF... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Geneva,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Am I foolish?  Am I ever called a name?  Am I stared at?  Am I viewed as one of the Messiah's Misfits?  Am I kicked around?  Do I ever go without anything?  Do I ever bless my enemies? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ASK YOURSELF...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does the world perceive your faith?  What does it take for others to notice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;being saved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; it is the power of G0d&lt;/span&gt;. -1 Corinthians 1:18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Geneva,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492517386075653058-3460569369343144813?l=mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/3460569369343144813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2009/06/foolishness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/3460569369343144813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/3460569369343144813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2009/06/foolishness.html' title='Foolishness...'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345840005582723435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SYiy8UCo2lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/clAKLDhpyWE/S220/DSCF0036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SiZz_chyucI/AAAAAAAAADw/tF-ksWLmR0M/s72-c/cartoon' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492517386075653058.post-4786006243416970484</id><published>2009-05-26T14:49:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T09:29:56.047-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Standing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding."&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              -Proverbs 3:5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you know, Sarah and I have been in the incredibly long process of adopting our daughter from Ethiopia.  After 2 years of waiting, today, May 26th  was the day our case was scheduled to go to court before the Ethiopian government.   However due to  a recent development in multiple adoption cases, our case along with many others was put on hold until further notice.  We were told several weeks ago to expect this, however we still  held onto the hope that maybe our case would pass in spite of the development.... Sadly it didn't, and now that time is standing still a little, I feel I should give an account for my lack of regular communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began continuing my college education in March, and since then have found very little time to communicate with you, the parents of the youth of Mt. Auburn.  I am still trying my best to manage my time wisely, although I still haven't found the time to construct an appropriate newsletter, but plan on getting one out this week. I have also fallen hopelessly behind on furthering this blog and for that I am embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my last blog and newsletter I would like to inform you of some of the things we have accomplished as a youth group as well as offer upcoming opportunities your youth have to serve our community, and participate in fellowship that hopefully will strengthen their Christian relationships here at Mt. Auburn.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/Sh00hRx43bI/AAAAAAAAADI/L47TQnFDMLs/s1600-h/DSC_1143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/Sh00hRx43bI/AAAAAAAAADI/L47TQnFDMLs/s320/DSC_1143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340482479444254130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/Sh01NT7oSoI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6BsrPSnAtd0/s1600-h/DSC_1157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/Sh01NT7oSoI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6BsrPSnAtd0/s320/DSC_1157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340483235936225922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/Sh0zw80AGMI/AAAAAAAAADA/OqnSXEqqyYc/s1600-h/DSC_1128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/Sh0zw80AGMI/AAAAAAAAADA/OqnSXEqqyYc/s320/DSC_1128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340481649182251202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On May 3rd, fifteen youth helped work the Beaman hog farm.  The Beaman family generously donated $300 to put towards the summer mission trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/Sh05JBjfiqI/AAAAAAAAADY/AjnhaoYPHFs/s1600-h/DSCF0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/Sh05JBjfiqI/AAAAAAAAADY/AjnhaoYPHFs/s320/DSCF0036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340487560330185378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/Sh06XwXuo6I/AAAAAAAAADo/gDPE4KyHJAY/s1600-h/DSCF0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/Sh06XwXuo6I/AAAAAAAAADo/gDPE4KyHJAY/s320/DSCF0090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340488912927105954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/Sh05swL7UrI/AAAAAAAAADg/N2G4Y3_yrsE/s1600-h/DSCF0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/Sh05swL7UrI/AAAAAAAAADg/N2G4Y3_yrsE/s320/DSCF0048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340488174143230642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Earlier this spring the youth contributed $10 each, built and donated this see saw to The Jackson Center for Conductive Education.  Dave McNamee helped oversee the construction and I cannot begin to tell you how overwhelmed the Depoy family was by the dedication of our youth on this project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making dinner for Fletcher Place will be Monday June 8th.  We still need families to make Sloppy Joe,  Potato Casserole, Green Beans, juice, milk, fruit cocktail and desert.  Call me if interested.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Canoeapalooza 2009 is coming up on June 20th, the cost of which is $30.  We will be canoeing all day and then camping in cabins in Nashville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;When I think about my daughter waiting across the ocean, time moves slowly and I cannot suppress the helplessness I feel. Sarah and I were given a picture when she was 1 month old; last Friday, she turned 3 months.  Even though my family seems divided right now, it helps to look at the faces of my ministry at Mt. Auburn.  I have plenty of family right here.  Please pray for and encourage our youth ministry and please pray that Sarah and I find the peace that God offers those who are called to him.  Just like all of you, we are standing on the promises that God will bring all things to pass... in His time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492517386075653058-4786006243416970484?l=mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/4786006243416970484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2009/05/still-standing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/4786006243416970484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/4786006243416970484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2009/05/still-standing.html' title='Still Standing'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345840005582723435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SYiy8UCo2lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/clAKLDhpyWE/S220/DSCF0036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/Sh00hRx43bI/AAAAAAAAADI/L47TQnFDMLs/s72-c/DSC_1143.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492517386075653058.post-1393086393678090282</id><published>2009-03-25T16:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T16:42:44.427-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lenten Devotion</title><content type='html'>“While Jesus was in Bethany in the home of a man known as Simon the Leper, a woman came to him with an alabaster jar of very expensive perfume, which she poured on his head as he was reclining at the table.  When the disciples saw this, they were indignant.  “Why this waste?” they asked.  This perfume could have been sold at a high price and the money given to the poor.  Aware of this Jesus said to them, “Why are you bothering this woman?  She has done a beautiful thing to me.  The poor you will always have with you, but you will not always have me.  When she poured this perfume on my body, she did it to prepare me for burial.  I tell you the truth, wherever this gospel is preached throughout the world, what she has done will also be told, in memory of her.”&lt;br /&gt;                                        Matthew 26:6-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Worthy Performance&lt;br /&gt;By Travis Taylor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t always give my best.  Why give your best when something less will do?  Although this statement doesn’t actually describe the way I think, my actions sometimes confirm its truth.  Honestly, it’s difficult to give this kind of devotion without confessing a sin that I would rather not confess, but regardless here I am confessing it…  I don’t always give my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 2nd Saturday of each month I along with several other volunteers bring food and clothing to the street people of Indianapolis.  It doesn’t matter if it is pouring down rain outside or if it is 10 below, each month at least a hundred men and women line a narrow street corner to receive a little food and a new hand-me-down outfit from the back of a old truck.  Ultimately I am there to let my love for Jesus spill over onto them.    But sadly I often just dip the stew into bowls, smile and say things like “Have a blessed day.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another good deed done, another way to feel good about myself, another worthy performance…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the story in Matthew 26 is about a woman who poured out her most valuable possession on her Lord to express her love for him.  She didn’t have to; she could have given less.  She could have just stood in the room observing the scene.  She could have just “dipped the stew.”   But it was her valuable expression of love that earned her a place among the Scriptures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus doesn’t want an army of do-gooders.  He wants those who genuinely love him to pour out their lives generously to him and for him.  The disciples thought it was foolish to “waste” something that valuable on Jesus.  “Couldn’t it be better spent?” they thought. “Aren’t there more important issues?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord,&lt;br /&gt;Help us today to see you as the love of our lives.  Help us to pour out our best lives generously to those whom you came to save and those whom you have commanded us to love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492517386075653058-1393086393678090282?l=mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/1393086393678090282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-lenten-devotion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/1393086393678090282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/1393086393678090282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-lenten-devotion.html' title='My Lenten Devotion'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345840005582723435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SYiy8UCo2lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/clAKLDhpyWE/S220/DSCF0036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492517386075653058.post-3258964605025656656</id><published>2009-03-16T07:56:00.026-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T07:58:34.432-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PG-13</title><content type='html'>Yes, I've seen &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;27 Dresses&lt;/span&gt;... I am a 32 year old man who over the years has dutifully sat through his fair share of "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chick flicks&lt;/span&gt;". I must confess that I've also seen &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Notebook, The Devil Wears &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Prada&lt;/span&gt;, P.S, I Love You,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Prince and Me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Princess Diaries (&lt;/span&gt;1 &amp;amp; 2)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In last night's Jr. High Youth group, we discussed True Love; what  it is and what it isn't. We are going to talk more next week, but we started off by discussing Love in pop culture, primarily in movies. I asked what movies had &lt;strong&gt;they&lt;/strong&gt; seen recently that were "&lt;em&gt;love stories&lt;/em&gt;" and these are the responses I got...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;em&gt;27 Dresses&lt;/em&gt; (seen it) -&lt;em&gt;The Notebook&lt;/em&gt; (seen it) -&lt;em&gt;He's Just not That Into You&lt;/em&gt; (have &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; seen it) -&lt;em&gt;Titanic&lt;/em&gt; (seen it) -&lt;em&gt;PS, I love You&lt;/em&gt; (seen it) -&lt;em&gt;Wedding Crashers&lt;/em&gt; (seen it, &lt;strong&gt;unfortunately&lt;/strong&gt;) and &lt;em&gt;5o First Dates (seen it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After hearing this list, I had them describe the plot lines and "&lt;em&gt;love angles&lt;/em&gt;" of some of the films and basically came up with something that resembles this... &lt;em&gt;Boy meets girl (or vice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;versa&lt;/span&gt;), Girl does not like boy (or vice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;versa&lt;/span&gt;), After doing something stupid, Boy does something heroic and wins girls heart, Boy and Girl have sex... maybe they get married, the end&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We then tried to think of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;romantic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; movies &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; have seen where the main characters do not have sex or were married. We came up with &lt;em&gt;Fireproof&lt;/em&gt; (have &lt;strong&gt;Not&lt;/strong&gt; seen it).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went online this morning and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;looked&lt;/span&gt; at all the ratings of the above mentioned films and realized all of these films that the youth mentioned (except Wedding Crashers -R) were rated PG-13. And what invariably &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;separates&lt;/span&gt; the PG-13 from the PG films is the sex. I tried to add up the length of time from when the main characters first meet to their first sexual encounter and here's what I got... &lt;em&gt;27 Dresses&lt;/em&gt; (4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; meeting), &lt;em&gt;The Notebook&lt;/em&gt; (2 months, although technically longer), &lt;em&gt;Titanic&lt;/em&gt; (4th meeting), &lt;em&gt;PS, I Love You&lt;/em&gt; (2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; meeting), &lt;em&gt;Wedding Crashers&lt;/em&gt; (I have no idea, but I know it's soon), &lt;em&gt;50 First Dates&lt;/em&gt; (23rd Date).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know that these are just silly movies, but without question, stories like these &lt;strong&gt;ARE&lt;/strong&gt; affecting pop culture beyond the movie screen. I don't know many 13 year olds who are mature enough to watch and process the love scenes and sexual dialogue that are in these PG-13 movies without their idea of love being somewhat tainted. People of all ages (but, especially our youth) are quickly accepting the popular view that &lt;em&gt;love, sex, God, self-respect&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;marriage&lt;/em&gt; are all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; issues and are open to individual interpretation, depending on a person's extenuating circumstances.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mark &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Driscoll&lt;/span&gt;, one of my favorite pastors talks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; the eventual dangers of this issue here... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Va7nKm9Kj2k&amp;amp;hl=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492517386075653058-3258964605025656656?l=mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/3258964605025656656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2009/03/pg-13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/3258964605025656656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/3258964605025656656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2009/03/pg-13.html' title='PG-13'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345840005582723435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SYiy8UCo2lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/clAKLDhpyWE/S220/DSCF0036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492517386075653058.post-8575938202553880495</id><published>2009-03-11T07:51:00.021-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T08:05:16.131-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Games We Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/Sbeq8M8MKkI/AAAAAAAAACw/PCZsdaFrBqE/s1600-h/HeMan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311902236749343298" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 126px; cursor: pointer; height: 199px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/Sbeq8M8MKkI/AAAAAAAAACw/PCZsdaFrBqE/s320/HeMan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I miss my imagination... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When I was little, I could sit in my room on a rainy day and play &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He-Man&lt;/span&gt; all by myself. I didn't always need to have friends over; for the most part I could keep myself entertained. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He-Man&lt;/span&gt; would fight &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Skeletor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on top of my nightstand until &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Skeletor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was thrown to the ground. The battle would then ensue across my floor and into my closet. Sometimes G.I Joe would get involved and then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Skeletor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was really in for it (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He's no match for a Bazooka&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On nice days, me and my fellow Bargersvillian delinquents would play war in the field behind my house. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dressler's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tool and Dye&lt;/span&gt; shop stood just beyond my backyard and was always unknowingly our enemy headquarters. We would spy on the workers through the windows, just sure that they were Russians. Old bits of junk machinery littered the field, there were tons of ramps and ditches to jump over and crawl around in. We would toss dirt clod bombs at each other until dinner time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look back now amazed at the hours I spent in a world of my own and wonder how my boyhood hands could control a whole army of action figures. Now entertainment is cheap and we struggle to walk and chew gum. But then, we were little warriors. Although still children; We were men on a mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a borderland between grown-ups and children and teenagers live in it. They like to look and act like adults, but much of the time they are still just using their childish imaginations, acting older than they really are. When I was a teenager, I thought my parents were old-fashioned. I dreamed that I would do something marvelous with my life. I thought I could have it all, but in reality, I had no idea what that meant. Because for teenagers, life can be more like a game than reality. The danger being that for teenagers, that the enemy is very much real and the war is really going on, whether they believe it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In John Piper's book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't Waste Your Life&lt;/span&gt;, chapter 8 talks about living a "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wartime Lifestyle&lt;/span&gt;." The war is going on whether you know it or not or whether you choose to fight or not. John Piper uses the image of battle to inspire us to use the resources we have to fight for the cause of Christ, not to prosper for our own purposes. He says that we have what we have to use what we have to make much of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many excuses for stupidity and youth is a good one. If the devil looked like Skeletor, teenagers would probably fight him. But the Bible tells us that Satan masquerades as an angel of light. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The American Dream&lt;/span&gt; is a monster, constantly bribing teens with candy and then devouring them. It promises that life lived for yourself is sweeter than life surrendered to God. All they have to do to obtain "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the good life&lt;/span&gt;" is simply not fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the world of children, good guys fight bad guys no matter what... I have to ask myself, if He-Man ever stopped fighting and chose to let &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Castle Grey Skull&lt;/span&gt; fall into the evil hands of Skeletor, would I still have played the game? In the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord of the Rings&lt;/span&gt;, The armies of Mordor outnumbered the armies of men... A despairing soldier told the King "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Too few have come, we cannot defeat the armies of Mordor&lt;/span&gt;." The King replied, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No we cannot... but we will meet them in battle nontheless&lt;/span&gt;." My fear is that the games teenagers play often reflect a defeated heart. But, isn't a big purpose of the people of God to fight God's battles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh the magic of childhood&lt;/span&gt;! When right was right and wrong was wrong and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He-Man&lt;/span&gt; kicked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Skeletors&lt;/span&gt; butt all over&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Eternia&lt;/span&gt; (The planet where He-Man lived). I sometimes think that bravery and a desire to fight for justice is mixed in with our childhood innocence. As innocence fades, we grow up and no longer play with toys; the fight becomes real and defeat is the result of just not fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"All that is necessary for the conquest of evil is that good men do nothing." -Edmund Burk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492517386075653058-8575938202553880495?l=mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/8575938202553880495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2009/03/games-we-play.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/8575938202553880495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/8575938202553880495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2009/03/games-we-play.html' title='The Games We Play'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345840005582723435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SYiy8UCo2lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/clAKLDhpyWE/S220/DSCF0036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/Sbeq8M8MKkI/AAAAAAAAACw/PCZsdaFrBqE/s72-c/HeMan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492517386075653058.post-3124236496518283383</id><published>2009-03-06T08:05:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:44:12.442-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"What We Do In Life Echoes In Eternity..."</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to leave a legacy; how will they remember me; did I choose to love to love?  Did I point to you enough?"&lt;/span&gt;    This popular song, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Legacy&lt;/span&gt;, by Nichole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nordeman&lt;/span&gt; asks one of the deepest questions of our hearts.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How will I be remembered when I am gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gladiator&lt;/span&gt; (one of my favorite films) Emperor Marcus Aurelius asks the same question.  In a conversation with General &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Maximus&lt;/span&gt;, he says, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am dying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Maximus&lt;/span&gt;...  When a man sees his end he want to know their was some purpose for his life.  How will the world speak my name in years to come?  Will I be remembered as the philosopher, the warrior, the tyrant?  Or will I be remembered as the man who gave Rome back her true self&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Solomon's Porch class is reading the book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crazy Love&lt;/span&gt; by Francis Chan.  Chapter two is titled, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You Might Not Finish This Chapter.&lt;/span&gt;"  Again, the theme resembles my previous two illustrations, but emphasizes the notion that life could end for any of us at any time.  So in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wednsday&lt;/span&gt; nights class, we went around the room and discussed the lives of people we have known who have died abruptly.  We asked the questions, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What do you think they would want to be remembered for&lt;/span&gt;?" and "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What regrets do you think they might have had when they died&lt;/span&gt;?"  Although the topic was a little somber, I think it was good for each of us to discuss these things, because then we spun it around to ask, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What things would I like to be remembered for&lt;/span&gt;?"  My kindness, love and generosity?  Or will it be difficult for others to remember good things about me?  Will I be the kind of person that gives generously of myself, dedicating my life to fighting for what is noble or will I be the kind that is so enraptured in myself that I live selfishly, taking more than I give?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SPS&lt;/span&gt; study we studied the life of King David.  One of the sticking points from that study (for me) is when Abigail tells David, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lord will certainly make a lasting dynasty for my master, because he fights the Lord's battles&lt;/span&gt;." -1 Samuel 25:28.  I thought how cool would it be if I was remembered as someone who "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fought the Lord's battles&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation was good and I believe hearts were honest.  Wednesday night reminded me that Jesus calls each of us to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Take up our cross daily and follow Him.&lt;/span&gt;"-Luke 9:23.  It reminds me now that there is not only a purpose to our lives, but there is also a purpose to this day.  How each day we have a choice to do the right thing or the easy thing and that carrying a cross is hard.  But it is also right and good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wrapped up the lesson talking about regrets...  If today was the day you actually met God, what unfinished things would you regret not doing?  Some of us confessed things, others just thought quietly to themselves and both were appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Why you don't even know what will happen tomorrow.  What is your life?  You are a mist that lasts a little while and then vanishes."  -James 4:14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492517386075653058-3124236496518283383?l=mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/3124236496518283383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-we-do-in-life-echoes-in-eternity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/3124236496518283383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/3124236496518283383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-we-do-in-life-echoes-in-eternity.html' title='&quot;What We Do In Life Echoes In Eternity...&quot;'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345840005582723435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SYiy8UCo2lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/clAKLDhpyWE/S220/DSCF0036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492517386075653058.post-4082251081043877954</id><published>2009-03-02T08:25:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T07:42:53.801-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Communication Breakdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From the Moody Radio Program, Midday Connection:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"A couple from our church came home and caught their teenage daughter having sex with her boyfriend.  As you can imagine, they were extremely upset.  All three of them came to a counseling session  and sat down on a couch in my office.  The mother and father sat with the girl sitting right between them, who was obviously embarrassed. Her head slumped down between her shoulders.  The mother and father started to relay in detail what had happened and I could see the girl becoming very uncomfortable, so I asked for them both to step out into the hallway, while I talked one on one with their daughter.  "I used to have a good relationship with my Dad" the girl said.  " When I was little I used to stand in the driveway and wait for him to come home... when he got out of the car, I would hug him and he would ask, How's my little princess?"  The girl started to cry as she admitted, "I guess I'm not his little princess anymore."  I asked for her parents to come back in and they both took their positions sitting on either side of their daughter.  The Dad began to speak.  "I used to have a great relationship with my daughter... my favorite time of day was when I would come home and she would meet me in the driveway."  At this point he reached over and took his daughter's hand and started crying too.  "She would come and give me a hug and I would always ask, "How's my little princess?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard this story last week and thought about how sad it was that these two people who loved each other very much had grown so distant.  The truth was that they both wanted the same thing, but failed to communicate it.  They spoke to each other in passing,  but had each become unapproachable when it came to their feelings. Things get busy, work gets hectic, schedules conflict, kids grow up and think they know everything and parents in an attempt to avoid awkward conversations stop talking to their kids about important issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Issues like sex, faith, entertainment and friend relationships hardly ever get get talked about in our homes.  In a discussion in last nights Senior High youth group, the majority of kids said that the most talked about issue in their home was their grades.  When asked if their parents talk to them about drugs or alcohol they mostly said "NO" because they were smart enough on their own not to do them.   When asked what they would do if their parents ever approached them to talk about sex, most said they would walk away or just shake their head and go to their rooms.  When I inquired if any families prayed together other than just at meal times, 99% said they didn't.  Then when asked if they were a parent, would they think it important to talk to their teenagers about faith, sex, friend relationships or drugs &amp;amp; alcohol and pray together as a family all of them said YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our modern age, communication has never been easier...  Everyone I know has a cell phone and almost everyone I know has email, myspace or facebook.   The internet has changed the way the world works.   These "communication" devices make it so easy for us to talk to one another but also often take the place of dinner-time, family centered communication.  Texting is now overtaking conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked a middle schooler last year why texting is so popular?  She told me, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's less personal... it's less emotional.  You can choose to respond or not to respond and there are no real expectations&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is sad when people have more of a relationship with their cell phone or their computer  than they do other people or their own families...  How much easier is it to lie or mislead people on a cell phone then looking each other in the eye?  Many parents can tell how their kids are feeling, just by looking at them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All meaningful relationships involve time investments and real communication.  If we want to have a meaningful relationship with our God, it takes spending time in His Word and time on our knees in prayer.  Christianity is a relationship, but I don't think God would settle for a prayer of, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG, How R U? luv ya bff, ttly&lt;/span&gt;" and neither should we.  This kind of "communication" is a shallow substitue for real family time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Problem with Communication is the illusion that it has been accomplished.&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-George Bernard Shaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492517386075653058-4082251081043877954?l=mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/4082251081043877954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2009/03/communication-breakdown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/4082251081043877954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/4082251081043877954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2009/03/communication-breakdown.html' title='Communication Breakdown'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345840005582723435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SYiy8UCo2lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/clAKLDhpyWE/S220/DSCF0036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492517386075653058.post-6263531222655503433</id><published>2009-02-27T08:58:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T07:31:00.257-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kyphoplasty</title><content type='html'>My Dad turns 65 years old this Tuesday, March 3rd. Also on that day he will be undergoing a procedure at IU Med Center known as kyphoplasty to stabilize a deteriorated vertebrae and hopefully lessen the pain caused by a cancerous tumor in his spine. As many of you know, my Dad was diagnosed in early January with stage four, kidney cancer that apparently came back after 20 years of nothing (almost a record we're told). The cancer resurfaced as a tumor in his spine, which was causing extreme back pain and a tumor in his right lung. When discovered, the doctors immediately suggested that he undergo high-dose radiation (which we did) to kill the tumor in his spine and essentially avoid him going paralyzed. The radiation along with steroids took care of most of his back pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the process of getting a second opinion for treatment options, my Dad has had a relapse of severe back pain which has now put treating his cancer on hold (which I hate). We were given a few options for treating this pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pain medication&lt;/span&gt; (which he is taking, but is not ideal)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Extreme back surgery&lt;/span&gt; that involves removing the tumor, inserting rods and bolts to stabilize the spine and would require total bed rest up to 6 weeks following the surgery. Recovery time (if he recovered completely) would most likely take 3 months and might not reduce pain. This (we are told) is the "best" way to avoid paralysis, but at the same time could "cause" paralysis too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kyphoplasty: &lt;/span&gt;which is an outpatient procedure in which the doctor will insert a needle into the damaged vertebrae, burn out part of the tumor with a saline solution and then insert a balloon into the burned out area where it will be inflated.   This will essentially jack up (like a car jack) the collapsed vertebrae.  After the balloon is inflated the doctor will then fill the hollowed out area with thick bone cement which should ease his pain significantly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;The decision to undergo this procedure has not been an easy one... Risks can include paralysis (due to the tumor), spinal fractures (depending on bone density) and bone cement leaking out of the balloon cavity, entering the blood stream and going to the lungs... or death.  Most of these risks are minimal, but are still very real risks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can imagine we are all very afraid, but are at peace with the decision we've made. This will hopefully get us into a cancer treatment sooner although we run the risk of eventual paralysis because the tumor could still grow and compress his spinal cord. -Please pray this doesn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was sitting in a staff meeting and we were praying over all of the congregation requests and prayer concerns. I hear all the concerns week after week for loved ones who are battling some form of cancer and I notice how this disease is no respecter of age... When I think of my Dad, I also remember George Roach (one of the bravest men I've met), Sarah's 27 year old cousin Andy who has sinus cancer (which has now invaded the bones in his face) and little Wesley Jaeger (5 years old) who continues to fight so hard. My Dad's faith has grown tremendously through this horrible trial. The other day we were talking and he said "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why should I be spared from this... just look at the life that God has given me. Others have not been so blessed&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has commissioned us to relieve suffering. Although we cannot take away the pain of others, we can go through it with them. We can hold their hands, pray with them and for them, comfort and encourage them. We can laugh with them, cry with them or just spend time with them...We cannot spare them their trial, but we can share the load and walk along with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Therefore, I urge you brothers to offer your bodies as living sacrifices, holy and pleasing to God-this is your spiritual act of worship." -Romans 12:1&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492517386075653058-6263531222655503433?l=mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/6263531222655503433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2009/02/kyphoplasty.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/6263531222655503433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/6263531222655503433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2009/02/kyphoplasty.html' title='Kyphoplasty'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345840005582723435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SYiy8UCo2lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/clAKLDhpyWE/S220/DSCF0036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492517386075653058.post-3615606413567707414</id><published>2009-02-24T14:49:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T15:36:42.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lent</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_sxKxGmLOf4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_sxKxGmLOf4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Repent and Believe the Gospel&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/7492517386075653058-3615606413567707414?l=mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/3615606413567707414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2009/02/ash-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/3615606413567707414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/3615606413567707414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2009/02/ash-wednesday.html' title='Lent'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345840005582723435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SYiy8UCo2lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/clAKLDhpyWE/S220/DSCF0036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492517386075653058.post-3841140033528660818</id><published>2009-02-23T20:40:00.027-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T11:17:28.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Seed is Meant to Grow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306178372095880178" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 179px; height: 177px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SaNVHbeiq_I/AAAAAAAAACI/fiv2PvG52zc/s320/blog1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But Blessed are your eyes because they see and your ears because they hear.&lt;/span&gt;" This verse is just one of the ways that Jesus forces us to make a choice. In Matthew 13, Jesus tells a parable to a hodge-podge crowd and then tops it off with "He who has ears, let him hear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Interesting choice of words Jesus... I mean doesn't everyone have ears?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is NO. In Matthew 13 (the Parable of the Sower), a whole crowd of people has the truth staring them right there in the face, but most of them will not accept it. Jesus says "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if they would only turn and see with their eyes, hear with their ears and understand with their hearts, I would heal them&lt;/span&gt;." The sad truth is that many won't turn; the good news is that some will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus calls his true disciples blessed because they get it. The whole crowd has the seed of Gospel right there ready to be sown. Some will reject it right off the bat, others will follow along until things start to heat up and still others will follow, but refuse to grow. But the true disciples will bear fruit and reap a harvest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I tried to point out this ski weekend was that a seed isn't meant to just stay a seed. A seed is meant to grow. An acorn that stays an acorn, will just get eaten by squirrels, but I'd like to see a squirrel try to eat an oak tree. The Gospel is the seed. When we are willing to let the Gospel change us, we grow. When we mature in faith, God can use us to bring others to Him. He can use us to build Ark's, part oceans, fight giants and move mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The skiing was nice too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SaNWanz0waI/AAAAAAAAACQ/d3fqSMEE5A0/s1600-h/blog3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306179801335513506" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 163px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SaNWanz0waI/AAAAAAAAACQ/d3fqSMEE5A0/s320/blog3.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/7492517386075653058-3841140033528660818?l=mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/3841140033528660818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2009/02/sow-ski-trip-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/3841140033528660818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/3841140033528660818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2009/02/sow-ski-trip-2009.html' title='A Seed is Meant to Grow'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345840005582723435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SYiy8UCo2lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/clAKLDhpyWE/S220/DSCF0036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SaNVHbeiq_I/AAAAAAAAACI/fiv2PvG52zc/s72-c/blog1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492517386075653058.post-4470701443281586096</id><published>2009-02-17T07:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:14:46.144-05:00</updated><title type='text'>COM Meeting</title><content type='html'>The Council on Ministries is our group of Ministry Team Leaders who gather and discuss the various ministries of Mt. Auburn and how to care for and promote them.  Although leaders NEED to be there, any member of Mt. Auburn is welcome to attend.  Anyway, last nights COM  meeting (made up of about 30 people) was focused on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;O'Dell Family Life Center&lt;/span&gt; and the possibility of eventually using it (temporarily) for our worship services along with the possibility of moving from 3 services back to 2 on Sunday mornings.  As you can probably imagine this would be a huge change to our Sunday morning programming, so we began by coming up with a list of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Benefits &amp;amp; Obstacles&lt;/span&gt;.  Many of each were named, but here are a few of the big ones...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Benefits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;More room for growth (as our present Sanctuary holds about 200 and most of our services are filling up.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Opportunities for more Sunday school classes and less confusing Sunday school schedule.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Possibility of offering a Children's Worship Service in our present Sanctuary (which would be converted into a Children's ministry area.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Would be less taxing for our present choir (warm up's &amp;amp; practice) and Pastors.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Less Congestion between services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Should get us to a new Sanctuary faster!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Obstacles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;A gym isn't as pretty to Worship in as a Sanctuary.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Would take a lot of work to set up and tear down for Sunday services.  Saturday evening use of the gym would be extremely limited due to Sunday morning preparation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pleasing lighting and acoustics might be difficult to achieve.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, last night's meeting was successful and (I thought) uniting.  Obviously nothing is set in stone as things will have to pass through the Ad Board and be well presented to the congregation, but I feel that change is good for the soul.  It keeps us focused on our worship of God and relying on Him to show up and make it what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best messages that I received from Jim's sermon this past Sunday was when he mentioned a passage from Deuteronomy  32.  Although he was speaking figuratively about the current economic recession,  I think the metaphor can be applied to the OFLC as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spoke about a mother Eagle shaking her nest so as to teach her little eaglet to fly (as is its purpose).  "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The baby Eagle doesn't really want to leave the nest...  In the nest he's safe and well fed by his mother.&lt;/span&gt;"  Jim said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like the Mother Eagle, I believe God is shaking our nest, so we can soar to new heights and fulfill the purposes that he has planned for us&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever your feelings about the uses for the OFLC, please keep the matter in prayer.  Mt. Auburn is a family and it is our responsibility as disciples to invite others into the family of Christ.  A gym will not make that happen.   But God can use anything he chooses (even a gym) as a doorway into the hearts of future believers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492517386075653058-4470701443281586096?l=mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/4470701443281586096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2009/02/com-meeting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/4470701443281586096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/4470701443281586096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2009/02/com-meeting.html' title='COM Meeting'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345840005582723435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SYiy8UCo2lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/clAKLDhpyWE/S220/DSCF0036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492517386075653058.post-810163338820279210</id><published>2009-02-12T08:04:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T08:36:53.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Love</title><content type='html'>Most of the good things in my life were introduced to me by my wife... Although I have eaten food my entire life, it wasn't until I married Sarah that I realized that you probably should really eat from all 4 food groups. It wasn't until I married Sarah that I had a real appreciation for Broadway musicals. It wasn't until 1999 (in an attempt to win her heart) that I started attending Mt. Auburn and I believe really met Jesus Christ for the first time. From Broadway to green leafy vegetables, Sarah has introduced me to many of the good things in my life today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last summer, Sarah read aloud to me a book review of a book that she wanted to read. I didn't think much of it until I came across a sermon by the same author (Francis Chan). I watched the sermon and was intensely stirred by what the pastor was saying. He painted a picture of "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lukewarm Christianity&lt;/span&gt;" that was disturbing, but even more so convicting. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SZQoK0awxwI/AAAAAAAAABg/TCL7cqYCbWk/s1600-h/crazy+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301906827656611586" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 89px; cursor: pointer; height: 134px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SZQoK0awxwI/AAAAAAAAABg/TCL7cqYCbWk/s320/crazy+love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let me read you a couple excerpts from his book &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Crazy Love&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I quickly found that that the American church is a difficult place to fit in if you want to live out New Testament Christianity. The goals of American Christianity are often a nice marriage, children who don't swear, and good church attendance. Taking the words of Christ literally and seriously is rarely considered. That's for the "radicals" who are "unbalanced" and who go "overboard." Most of us want a balanced life that we can control, that is safe, and that does not involve suffering. Would you describe yourself as totally in love with Jesus Christ? Or do the words halfhearted, lukewarm and partially committed fit better?&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;If Life is a river, then pursuing Christ requires swimming upstream. When we stop swimming, or actively following Him, we automatically begin to be swept downstream. Or to use another metephor more familiar to city people, we are on a neverending downward escalator. In order to grow, we have to turn around and sprint up the escalator, putting up with perturbed looks from everyone else who is gradually moving downward&lt;/em&gt;." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now a lot of books I've read with this same kind of message end up guilting you into service by proving the disobedience of the church to God's Word. Now don't get me wrong, I agree that the perseverance required to Obey the Bible often get's lost in the magnitude of God's grace.  But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Crazy Love&lt;/span&gt; is unique, not in its message but in the contagious passion and awe that Francis Chan has for Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not the type of person to jump on the bandwagon of "New &amp;amp; Improved" Bible studies or "next Best thing to the Bible" books.  But I really enjoyed the way Crazy Love inspired me to examine my life and the way that I feel about my God. http://www.crazylovebook.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Examine yourselves, to see whether you are in the faith; test yourselves&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;II Corinthians 13:5 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492517386075653058-810163338820279210?l=mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/810163338820279210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2009/02/crazy-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/810163338820279210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/810163338820279210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2009/02/crazy-love.html' title='Crazy Love'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345840005582723435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SYiy8UCo2lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/clAKLDhpyWE/S220/DSCF0036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SZQoK0awxwI/AAAAAAAAABg/TCL7cqYCbWk/s72-c/crazy+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492517386075653058.post-1577563471617096156</id><published>2009-02-06T17:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T14:55:12.954-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Acquire The Fire/BattleCry 2009</title><content type='html'>Acquire the Fire is a traveling, year round event put on by Teen Mania, a youth ministry organization out of Lindale Texas. Mt. Auburn has been taking teenagers to this event since Dave Buckner was the Youth Pastor and I myself have been several times. Most years, ATF is held at Ball State, but this year it's coming to Conseco Fieldhouse. The theme for this year is' "Here Comes Trouble". This promotional video will give you an idea of what the weekend is like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BsgZcFXiAnY&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATF can be a very positive experience for young people as well as their parents. The music, drama and preaching is relatable to young believers who may never have worshiped in a conference setting with thousands of other Christians before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I would like to invite parents to attend the event as well. There will be a special "break-out" session designed specifically for you that I think might be insightful to your family ministry. If you are interested or have questions about this opportunity, just call me or shoot me an email. The date of this event is Saturday, April 4th 8:30am-9:00pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information on Acquire The Fire or The Honor Academy, log onto the following links.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.acquirethefire.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.honoracademy.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492517386075653058-1577563471617096156?l=mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/1577563471617096156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2009/02/acquire-firebattlecry-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/1577563471617096156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/1577563471617096156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2009/02/acquire-firebattlecry-2009.html' title='Acquire The Fire/BattleCry 2009'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345840005582723435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SYiy8UCo2lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/clAKLDhpyWE/S220/DSCF0036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492517386075653058.post-6140777770781948975</id><published>2009-02-03T16:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T11:35:18.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Parents Letter 2009</title><content type='html'>Dear Parents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to take a little time to chat with you about the youth program we have at Mt. Auburn. I intended for a parents’ letter to come out just after the first of the year but as always time gets away from me, as I’m sure it does for many of you. But I believe that God has a reason for everything, so I’m sending one to you now. If you would, please allow me to take the next 10 minutes of your time to tell you a story and relay my thoughts about real successful ministry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, January 5th, my father was diagnosed with “incurable” renal cell cancer that began in his left kidney (20 years ago) and has now resurfaced in his spine and right lung. He was hospitalized immediately in fear that the cancer in his spine would cause too much pressure on his spinal cord and cause paralysis. He spent the whole week in the hospital for radiation treatments, biopsies of the cancer (which caused his right lung to collapse), and general observation. Naturally, during all of this I spent each day with him in his room so as to be updated on all new information by the attending doctors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday of that same week, I was in his room and working on my January Youth Newsletter. My father looked at me and commented, “&lt;em&gt;I’m proud of you Trav… I like what you’re doing over there… You do a good job&lt;/em&gt;”. Immediately, I stopped writing and the thought came to me, “&lt;em&gt;How do you know&lt;/em&gt;? How do I know if I’m doing a good job?” Do I look at numbers and see if they are increasing? Do I monitor the youth’s enjoyment level and restructure accordingly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father’s statement forced me to take a step back and evaluate my ministry. So I asked God in prayer that day how to do my part in guiding the youth of Mt. Auburn. God answered, “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell them the Truth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.” Now, obviously I always try to teach the truth, but sadly the truth is sometimes hard to hear. The Gospel can be offensive and it does take faith to accept as truth. That’s why topics like Heaven &amp;amp; Hell, Selfishness &amp;amp; Selflessness, Salvation &amp;amp; Damnation make some people a little uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one time, the Disciples actually told Jesus “This is a hard teaching…” and the Apostle Paul himself tells us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God” -1 Corinthians 1:18&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;For the foolishness of God is wiser than man’s wisdom, and the weakness of God is stronger than man’s strength.” -1 Corinthians 1:25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learn from these verses in 1 Corinthians chapter 1 that the Gospel doesn’t make any sense to those who don’t believe it; to those who don’t receive it in faith, it's just silly. But Christians believe the Bible is true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus began his teaching time and time again with the simple declaration of, “I tell you the truth…” So let me follow his example and say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you the truth, Your Child’s faith will suffer without you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that your kids are quickly growing up… The truth is that culture today forces all people to see things they shouldn’t see, listen to things that they shouldn’t listen to and to laugh at things that make God sad. In a world that views the Gospel as foolishness, our children's faith is constantly under attack and can be crushed under the opposition, so they need all the help, support and guidance we can give them in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2009 I want so many things for our youth group. I want our friendships to be strong and encouraging. I want our kids to reach others for Christ and grow numerically. But most of all, I want our youth to deepen their own faith and relationship with the Lord Jesus Christ… because loving the Lord with all your heart is what constitutes a real successful ministry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;Children, obey your parents in the Lord for this is right. Honor your father and mother- which is the first commandment with a promise-“that it may go well with you that you may enjoy long life on the earth.” Fathers, do not exasperate your children; instead, bring them up in the training and instruction of the Lord.”&lt;br /&gt;–Ephesians 6:1-4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Ministry starts in your home…&lt;br /&gt;Talk about your faith with your kids…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492517386075653058-6140777770781948975?l=mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/6140777770781948975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2009/02/parents-letter-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/6140777770781948975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/6140777770781948975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2009/02/parents-letter-2009.html' title='Parents Letter 2009'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345840005582723435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SYiy8UCo2lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/clAKLDhpyWE/S220/DSCF0036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492517386075653058.post-1446273497248020955</id><published>2009-02-03T15:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T07:40:34.371-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Olympics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SYsdQFikgbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/NA1oFAOP73c/s1600-h/header.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299361548733809074" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 154px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SYsdQFikgbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/NA1oFAOP73c/s320/header.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It’s Wednesday, January 28th and we have a ton of snow outside… In fact, all Johnson County schools have been closed and I’m thinking about breaking in my new sled this afternoon. I still think it is funny that Sarah got me a sled for Christmas this year; she knows how much I love snow.&lt;br /&gt;This past Sunday, Sarah and I with seven youth ventured to Paoli Peaks (2 hours south) to help volunteer for the 2009 Winter Special Olympics. This is the second year Mt. Auburn Youth have been involved and it seemed like everyone had a terrific experience. We lodged at the exquisite Midwest Inn and like last year, were the only guests. One room was too hot, the other too cold and all the youth continued to confirm their doubts that we would survive the night… (They think an axe murderer lurks nearby) Despite their assurances of horrific death, everyone survived the night unscathed.&lt;br /&gt;We began the evening with dinner at Chicago’s Pizza in French Lick and then went to the Athlete’s Ball in the French Lick Hotel. While there, I was reminded yet again of why I love chaperoning this event. Athletes of all ages were out on the dance floor, cutting a rug with moves seldom seen by much of the population. Humility was scarce, but in its place, laughter and friendship were in abundance. Elvis songs like Love Me Tender were karaoked with originality, heart and enthusiasm and many of us danced with the athletes who were brave enough to ask.&lt;br /&gt;The athletes however were subjected to the dances and contortions performed by the boys of Mt. Auburn… Dances like the Lawnmower, school bus, shopping cart and sprinkler were among the many of the performances. My favorite was a somewhat disturbing number by Sean Peters and Alex Hutton, which must have been a dance move of previous study.&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning came cold and early. We arrived at the lodge at 7:20am after breakfast and little coffee. We prepared the “start &amp;amp; finish” flags which was followed by an instructional meeting at 8:30am. The athletes arrived on the snow around 9:30 and we each found an athlete to assist.&lt;br /&gt;The athletes range from first time skiers to borderline professional. Our jobs at first were to simply encourage and assist in any way possible, mostly just keeping them on their feet and going straight. If the athlete accomplished this, they moved on to snowplowing, followed by turning. This took about 2 hours at which point, most everyone was cold and ready for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch kicked off with “Happy Birthday” sung in Texas Roadhouse fashion to Joy Atzinger who was celebrating her 14th birthday. We didn’t have a cake, but cookies seemed to be an acceptable replacement.&lt;br /&gt;By 2:00pm we began the “Time Trials”, in which the athletes competed for the best time in various events according to skill level. This seemed to go much faster than last year…&lt;br /&gt;We finished up around 3:45pm and were able to ski for a couple of hours at a discounted price. Amanda and Scott Musgrave as well as myself attempted snowboarding for the first time and I must say, It’s harder than it looks.   After about half an hour of falling over and the hill beginning to really do a number on my back, I started to get the hang of it. First time skiers included Alex Hutton, Joy Atzinger, Connor Edwards and Scott Musgrave.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone lived!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492517386075653058-1446273497248020955?l=mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/1446273497248020955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2009/02/special-olympics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/1446273497248020955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492517386075653058/posts/default/1446273497248020955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtauburnyouth.blogspot.com/2009/02/special-olympics.html' title='Special Olympics'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345840005582723435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SYiy8UCo2lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/clAKLDhpyWE/S220/DSCF0036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73WdmkYHCHo/SYsdQFikgbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/NA1oFAOP73c/s72-c/header.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
