<?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-388650325169624295</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:30:09.252-08:00</updated><category term='the Fray'/><category term='Denton Bible Church'/><category term='Len Sweet'/><category term='Tally Ho The Fox'/><category term='submission'/><category term='Herb Hodges'/><category term='patience'/><category term='Discipling'/><title type='text'>The Best of What's Around</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-936928803594311596</id><published>2010-04-18T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T22:01:58.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Is Your Hope Found?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S8vfO-CHERI/AAAAAAAAA8M/zFqaFlUezAk/s1600/hope.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S8vfO-CHERI/AAAAAAAAA8M/zFqaFlUezAk/s320/hope.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was driving around with Troy earlier, and there is a line from Jay Z's "Empire State of Mind," track that says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;And Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church ends.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Bummer. &amp;nbsp;What a sad thing to hear from someone. &amp;nbsp;We were throwing out possibilities of what he could have been trying to get at, because most of the lyrics from this verse were a lot of different situations in which people came to New York to start a new life, and quickly learned that it's not exactly what they were expecting. &amp;nbsp;Anyway, the discussion ended with us just saying that whatever he was getting at, he wasn't singing about any hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This word, "hope," has been in my mind for the rest of the evening. &amp;nbsp;Something heavy has been on my mind for the past few days and I just can't seem to shake it. &amp;nbsp;I'm not really enjoying it. &amp;nbsp;However, I have been encouraged quite a bit these past couple of days too. &amp;nbsp;Not to say that death is something that is easy to deal with, but I would love for you to read Aaron's thoughts about losing his grandmother on Thursday night. &amp;nbsp;You can read about it &lt;a href="http://aarondenisepower.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-may-get-better-but-it-may-not.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Thank you, AP. &amp;nbsp;Also, I received a text from Rob today, that was very encouraging. &amp;nbsp;Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S8vhGFfG2ZI/AAAAAAAAA8U/ryvCw2Fq3kg/s1600/IMG_0822.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S8vhGFfG2ZI/AAAAAAAAA8U/ryvCw2Fq3kg/s320/IMG_0822.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would now like to pass on some encouragement. &amp;nbsp;This is something that I've been preaching to myself, in the midst of the feelings of defeat and fear. &amp;nbsp;It's Psalm 62:5-8:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;For God alone, O my soul, wait in silence,&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;for my hope is from him.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;He only is my rock and my salvation,&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;my fortress; I shall not be shaken.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;On God rests my salvation and my glory;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;my mighty rock, my refuge is God.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Trust in him at all times, O people;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;pour out your heart before him;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;God is a refuge for us. Selah&lt;/blockquote&gt;So, even in the moments of loneliness, please remember that our Hope is in Him. &amp;nbsp;I will attempt to do the same. &amp;nbsp;Now, I leave you with this. &amp;nbsp;If this doesn't cheer you up, then I don't know what will. &amp;nbsp;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FCi_U3iiCRU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&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/FCi_U3iiCRU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" 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/388650325169624295-936928803594311596?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/936928803594311596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=936928803594311596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/936928803594311596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/936928803594311596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2010/04/where-is-your-hope-found.html' title='Where Is Your Hope Found?'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S8vfO-CHERI/AAAAAAAAA8M/zFqaFlUezAk/s72-c/hope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-9157069815692339590</id><published>2010-04-11T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T13:29:47.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back At It</title><content type='html'>Haven't been here in a while. &amp;nbsp;I figured I'd start this post off with a song from This Will Destroy You, called "Mighty Rio Grande." Play it as you read on, if you'd like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WFn8URvAifk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&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/WFn8URvAifk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" 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;About a month or 2 ago, I began collecting some books. &amp;nbsp;I've never considered myself a reader, because I can only read about a half a chapter before I want to either sleep or turn on the television. &amp;nbsp;However, I bought the book, "Forgotten God," as seen in some previous posts and tore through this book. &amp;nbsp;I felt so much effort from the author to explain to the world his view on the Holy Spirit. &amp;nbsp;The one thing that I can pinpoint as a crucial point to the Holy Spirit is that He is a comforter, not a condemner. &amp;nbsp;Well, I suppose that just like any other time in my life, I tend to lose track of things that I've learned before. &amp;nbsp;However, I was reminded this morning about the goodness in the Holy Spirit, and I'd like to share with you what I read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start with what I call the Post-Forgotten God, heh...weird. &amp;nbsp;This is the time after the book wore off and I went back to staying busy and soon forgot some of the truths that I had learned from the experience. &amp;nbsp;I get so caught up in sin that I tend to believe that there is this voice in my head that is always condemning me and beating me down. &amp;nbsp;I've never dealt with Schizophrenia before, but I have been thinking of an idea for a while now called "Spiritual Schizophrenia." &amp;nbsp;I can't seem to think clearly, and when I think about things there are several voices in my head telling me which way to go. &amp;nbsp;It's exhausting. &amp;nbsp;I woke up this morning and came downstairs to turn the t.v. on and for some reason it's broken. &amp;nbsp;Suck. &amp;nbsp;However, I looked down and there was a copy of The Village Pub on the table from 2007. &amp;nbsp;For those of you that have no idea what I'm talking about, it was a small magazine that The Village used to put out some years back. &amp;nbsp;It's pretty interesting. &amp;nbsp;Anyways, on the cover of this copy were written the words, "Spiritual Schizophrenia." &amp;nbsp;Weird. &amp;nbsp;Had I seen this before and just somehow adopted the idea for my own? &amp;nbsp;Who knows, all I know is that I was intrigued. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The writer, Charissa Brimage, started off with a conversation between two people that I am very familiar with. &amp;nbsp;One person telling the other that he/she knows she's in the wrong and that they need to get it together, all while the 2nd person is convicting him/her of being horrible. &amp;nbsp;Sounds like something I've been through before. Well, big surprise, the two people are the same person. &amp;nbsp;So many thoughts and emotions fill our minds and we believe that they are coming from some spirit. &amp;nbsp;Here's the kicker, we believe that this is the Holy Spirit beating us down verbally, and making us feel worthless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;We've believed that the destructive guilt trip was the Holy Spirit convicting us&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;She goes on to say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The truth is that the Holy Spirit is a Comforter, Counselor, Helper, Advocate, Intercessor, Strengthener, and Standby(&lt;a href="http://www.esvstudybible.org/search?q=John+16:7"&gt;John 16:7&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/blockquote&gt;I stand here today to say that I've been here, and that I spend too much effort in believing that I am worthless and am convinced that it's coming from the Holy Spirit telling me this. &amp;nbsp;So to encourage any of you who may be feeling the same way sometimes, please read about the love of God the Father, who sent the Son, who after ascending into heaven, sent us the Holy Spirit. &amp;nbsp;And the Holy Spirit is fully God, and lives with the same love for His children that He had when he gave his only son to die for our sins that we might be free from this bondage and condemnation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend some time this week exploring God's love. &amp;nbsp;Never stop learning that we have a Father in heaven that loves us unconditionally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-9157069815692339590?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/9157069815692339590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=9157069815692339590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/9157069815692339590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/9157069815692339590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2010/04/back-at-it.html' title='Back At It'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-4615429463187176808</id><published>2010-03-13T20:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T20:57:05.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner night in Denton</title><content type='html'>I had an incredible evening with some amazing friends. I went over to the home of Denise and Aaron Power to have dinner with them and Ashley Seal. Denise had made some chicken and some type of pasta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/DarrellDBarnes/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCLSOkYzJ_L_wkAE#5448348050040935698"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S5xrr1dh1RI/AAAAAAAAA74/hTWC3zjYGx8/s288/iphone_photo.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Aaron for modeling it for us. We had some great conversation over dinner and got to hear all about Ashley's time she's been spending in Nashville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then left to get coffee at St. Arbucks, then over to Yogurt Story. Jeremy and Kelley met up with us there. Here are some great photos from the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/DarrellDBarnes/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCLSOkYzJ_L_wkAE#5448348061991888466"&gt;&lt;img align="left" border="0" height="210" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S5xrsh-25lI/AAAAAAAAA78/-AmaC92bGtM/s288/iphone_photo.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/DarrellDBarnes/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCLSOkYzJ_L_wkAE#5448348081427201586"&gt;&lt;img align="right" border="0" height="210" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S5xrtqYmPjI/AAAAAAAAA8A/X42qb9YaFWM/s288/iphone_photo.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/DarrellDBarnes/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCLSOkYzJ_L_wkAE#5448348096373305442"&gt;&lt;img align="left" border="0" height="210" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S5xruiEBsGI/AAAAAAAAA8E/kVsfViLnusg/s288/iphone_photo.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/DarrellDBarnes/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCLSOkYzJ_L_wkAE#5448348103879880098"&gt;&lt;img align="right" border="0" height="281" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S5xru-Bu7aI/AAAAAAAAA8I/SfTDFDu0qb8/s288/iphone_photo.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley definitely didn't want to be in that last one. Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a great evening, and I feel so much joy to have these people in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogpress_location"&gt;Location:&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Marble%20Cove%20Ln,Denton,United%20States%4033.146171%2C-97.116240&amp;amp;z=10"&gt;Marble Cove Ln,Denton,United States&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-4615429463187176808?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/4615429463187176808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=4615429463187176808' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/4615429463187176808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/4615429463187176808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2010/03/dinner-night-in-denton.html' title='Dinner night in Denton'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S5xrr1dh1RI/AAAAAAAAA74/hTWC3zjYGx8/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-8086144946892872242</id><published>2010-03-13T09:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T09:14:28.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpe Diem</title><content type='html'>I just got home from moving a new friend into her new apartment. I've been doing some thinking this morning about worry for some reason, and really trying to shake it. As I was wondering exactly how to tackle this common issue, I received a tweet from Matt that said,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“MattChandler74: RT @JeremyTreat5: 'Self help' makes no sense. If YOU are the problem, why would you go to yourself for the solution? Turn to JESUS."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It makes complete sense that if we are the ones that cause our selfish issues, how in the world could we be the ones to fix it?  If I would just fully trust in the Lord I could live by the words of Stonewall Jackson from the movie, Gods and Generals, while he stood still in the midst of battle: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My religious belief teaches me to feel as safe in battle as in bed. God has fixed the time of my death, and I won't concern myself with that. But to be always be ready whenever it may overtake me. That's the way all men should live. All men would be equally brave."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I would be ready when all sorts of pain, suffering, etc. showed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I thought it was only fitting to title this post what I did. Also, I just happen to be watching “Dead Poet's Society.". Great flick, go check it out if you haven't already seen it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='blogpress_location'&gt;Location:&lt;a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Marble%20Cove%20Ln,Denton,United%20States%4033.146167%2C-97.116043&amp;z=10'&gt;Marble Cove Ln,Denton,United States&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-8086144946892872242?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/8086144946892872242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=8086144946892872242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/8086144946892872242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/8086144946892872242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2010/03/carpe-diem.html' title='Carpe Diem'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-1283584675671257967</id><published>2010-03-12T20:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T20:03:32.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiesta Night</title><content type='html'>Having a good time over at Carrie and Angel's place. So far I've had 3 different homemade salsas/dips, which are all incredible. Also, Melissa made some delicious enchiladas, which have made me feel so full....and I want some more. Here's A picture of some of the company that I'm with. I'd like to point out Melissa's disappointed face on the bottom right. Enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/DarrellDBarnes/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCLSOkYzJ_L_wkAE#5447964194031568146'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S5sOkeZMhRI/AAAAAAAAA70/bkM40oZoo9M/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='blogpress_location'&gt;Location:&lt;a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Settlement%20Dr,Denton,United%20States%4033.145215%2C-97.112658&amp;z=10'&gt;Settlement Dr,Denton,United States&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-1283584675671257967?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/1283584675671257967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-5953699017112819390</id><published>2010-02-23T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T21:51:30.510-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Herb Hodges'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tally Ho The Fox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discipling'/><title type='text'>Clean Room = Clear Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Not to say that everything that I'm thinking right now is profound, and the clearest thing that I've ever thought before, but I'm sure most of you would agree that when our room/house is clean we can begin to not feel as anxious just by walking into the place that should provide a &amp;nbsp;bit of comfort to a long day of work. &amp;nbsp;I've been able to clear my head, and sit on the freshly&amp;nbsp;vacuumed floor in order to let some wisdom come into my head and hopefully try to retain it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to start off with a quote from our pastor, Matt Chandler, during his Colossians &amp;nbsp;series yesterday. &amp;nbsp;He said, "When we are inwardly focused, we become overly guilty." &amp;nbsp;Now, I have been trying to see the full meaning of this, and have been bouncing it off others to see what they think. &amp;nbsp;What I feel like it is saying here is that when we get so narrow minded on ourselves, we tend to miss the global purpose of Jesus Christ's ministry. &amp;nbsp;We think only of our own wickedness, which can sometimes, somehow lead us to not actually believe in the saving grace of Jesus. &amp;nbsp;I know from experience that I often think, man I must be the most wicked person to ever walk this earth. &amp;nbsp;Those times usually come when I'm not reading about those before me that were wicked but received His grace. &amp;nbsp;I am often tricked into believing that everything that He taught, while here on earth, wasn't true. &amp;nbsp;He came to save the sick, not the healthy. &amp;nbsp;I'd love to hear some discussion on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I started reading "Tally Ho The Fox," by Herb Hodges, recommended by the one and only Rob "Black Rob Marteezy" Martino. &amp;nbsp;Chyea Rob. &amp;nbsp;The tagline to the book reads, "The Foundation for Building World-Visionary, World-Impacting, Reproducing Disciples." &amp;nbsp;As I began this book today, I started to see a little bit more of why it is important to make disciples. &amp;nbsp;Hodges points out some differences in the churches in Acts, and from the churches seen today. &amp;nbsp;One very important difference was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Their Strategy showed an apparent disregard for building &lt;i&gt;institutions &lt;/i&gt;and majored almost exclusively on building &lt;i&gt;individuals&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Their strategy was one of &lt;i&gt;explosion &lt;/i&gt;(outward) instead of &lt;i&gt;implosion &lt;/i&gt;(inward).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Something else that this book is showing me is how common sense doesn't actually carry as much weight as I usually think it does. &amp;nbsp;One of my pet&amp;nbsp;peeves is dealing with people who lack common sense. &amp;nbsp;However, I suppose if we relied on nothing but common sense then we wouldn't really need help from anyone else, since we rely on our own thinking anyways. &amp;nbsp;To quote Hodges again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It is easier to serve God without a vision, easier to work for God without a call, because then you are not bothered by what God requires; common sense is your guide, veneered over with Christian sentiment. &amp;nbsp;but if once you truly hear the full commission of Jesus Christ, the awareness of what God wants will be your goal from that point on, and you will no longer be able to work for Him on the basis of common sense.&lt;/blockquote&gt;This completely shatters my way of thinking that things have to make sense. &amp;nbsp;I'm working on getting the phrase out of my head that goes something like this, "Common sense would tell you..." &amp;nbsp;Instead, I hope to become more patient and quiet, and trying to tune my focus on what He has to say to me, even when it doesn't make sense to me. &amp;nbsp;Going off this, we discussed this morning in bible study why God would allow things to happen like the Holocaust and the earthquake in Haiti. &amp;nbsp;Why would He stand "idly by" and not do anything? &amp;nbsp;That just doesn't make sense...heh. &amp;nbsp;Here are my thoughts, I am thankful for these times I can look back at tragic events in my life and see that God doesn't always give good things to good people. &amp;nbsp;He doesn't always show immediate justice to those that are evil. &amp;nbsp;I am thankful because naturally I like to think that if I do good in life, then I will receive a good reward (karma). &amp;nbsp;However, God has proven time after time that there is suffering on this earth, and we should long for it, even though wanting suffering doesn't make sense, so that we can draw closer to Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-5953699017112819390?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/5953699017112819390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=5953699017112819390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/5953699017112819390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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grey; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;2:47 PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;I am so ready to be back.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Today is just a day of nothing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Heh.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It has been a good day hanging with the family, but I really wish that we were home already.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;I'll post some pictures now, since this could turn out to be a very boring post otherwise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;This is a man at the plantation that was roasting coffee beans over a campfire. &amp;nbsp;Excellent. &amp;nbsp;Here's to you sir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S2-GkMFT1bI/AAAAAAAAA68/G4N7hGxyfmI/s1600-h/Jamaica35.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S2-GkMFT1bI/AAAAAAAAA68/G4N7hGxyfmI/s200/Jamaica35.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S2-GpcpwUrI/AAAAAAAAA7M/ZIq9Xl8MYVw/s1600-h/Jamaica23.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S2-GpcpwUrI/AAAAAAAAA7M/ZIq9Xl8MYVw/s200/Jamaica23.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;This one is of the walk we took at the plantation. &amp;nbsp;I really loved this scenic route.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S2-Gm9wlL5I/AAAAAAAAA7E/7h5xuOju854/s1600-h/Jamaica9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S2-Gm9wlL5I/AAAAAAAAA7E/7h5xuOju854/s200/Jamaica9.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clock tower at the church in Montego Bay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S2-GsjHYn-I/AAAAAAAAA7U/kG-s5UwEU-4/s1600-h/Jamaica38.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S2-GsjHYn-I/AAAAAAAAA7U/kG-s5UwEU-4/s200/Jamaica38.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another view of the beautiful Johns Hall Plantation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S2-GvpX8etI/AAAAAAAAA7c/DqPnqntGl4w/s1600-h/Cruise25.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S2-GvpX8etI/AAAAAAAAA7c/DqPnqntGl4w/s200/Cruise25.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is some awesome watermelon art. &amp;nbsp;Everyday, there were some new creations that the chefs did. &amp;nbsp;Way to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S2-GzGL3KPI/AAAAAAAAA7k/VjROi88-4wM/s1600-h/Max+FunnyFace.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S2-GzGL3KPI/AAAAAAAAA7k/VjROi88-4wM/s320/Max+FunnyFace.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And finally, Max, the coolest kid ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-6215848142326472494?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/6215848142326472494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=6215848142326472494' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-8675503253022867482</id><published>2010-02-07T19:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T19:34:41.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6, Headed Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: grey; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;Saturday, February 06, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: grey; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;2:43 PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;Honestly, today was rather boring.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Well, maybe boring isn't the right word…more like uneventful.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It was a nice relaxing day at sea.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;However, I probably could have made more of an effort to get out and enjoy what was left of the beautiful weather.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Tonight, was very cold and windy, and the crew wouldn't let us outside because the waves were too choppy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Dinner was very good.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We had lobster tail and some great desserts.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I'm&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;really starting to miss home.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I can't wait to see all of my friends, and just get back to normal routine.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&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/388650325169624295-8675503253022867482?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-8448687263784941870</id><published>2010-02-07T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T19:28:42.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5, Jamaica</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: grey; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;Friday, February 05, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: grey; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;1:13 PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="direction: ltr; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .0208in; margin-top: 0in; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;7:00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;Got an early start  this morning, because I was really excited to take my tour in Jamaica.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Had some breakfast with the family this  morning, then got ready to depart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S2-EQKiF9rI/AAAAAAAAA6U/9SqK0Q7BXJY/s1600-h/Jamaica7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S2-EQKiF9rI/AAAAAAAAA6U/9SqK0Q7BXJY/s200/Jamaica7.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;9:30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;Finally worked my  way through the crowd and got off the ship.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/span&gt;I made my way over to the lady holding the sign that read, "Johns  Hall Plantation."&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I got on the bus  that held 23 passengers along with the driver and the host of the tour.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We drove through the town of Montego Bay,  and arrived at the oldest church there.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/span&gt;I can't quite remember the name of it right now.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Oh well.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/span&gt;They had an all steel drum orchestra at their church services.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Pretty sweet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1.125in; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin-left: 3.375in; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;We then headed over  to the Olive Basic School, where we were greeted by&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;3-5 year olds having class.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;They came outside and sang a few songs for  us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S2-Ea3SxdCI/AAAAAAAAA6k/h454JD4UuLM/s1600-h/Jamaica14.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S2-Ea3SxdCI/AAAAAAAAA6k/h454JD4UuLM/s200/Jamaica14.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S2-EYM_0BkI/AAAAAAAAA6c/c2ctwqAvMRg/s1600-h/Jamaica17.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S2-EYM_0BkI/AAAAAAAAA6c/c2ctwqAvMRg/s200/Jamaica17.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 3.0in; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S2-EjiAWWHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/UHqN3ow8tLQ/s1600-h/Jamaica21.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S2-EjiAWWHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/UHqN3ow8tLQ/s200/Jamaica21.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;Finally we arrived  at the Johns Hall Plantation.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Here we  were all handed a coconut that had just been cut open for us.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The Coconut milk was delicious.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Then we all were led up through the  plantation to the gazebo where we were served a traditional Jamaican meal,  that included jerk chicken, pork, and some other flavorful foods.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S2-E2hget-I/AAAAAAAAA60/aYNGW6JyZww/s1600-h/Jamaica31.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S2-E2hget-I/AAAAAAAAA60/aYNGW6JyZww/s200/Jamaica31.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;Side note, this is  David.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He's a pig, and he weighs 350  lbs.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;It was a great  day.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I got to buy some Jamaican Blue  Mountain coffee, and coffee liqueur.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I  can't wait to enjoy some them together.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in;"&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/388650325169624295-8448687263784941870?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/8448687263784941870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=8448687263784941870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/8448687263784941870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/8448687263784941870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-5-jamaica.html' title='Day 5, Jamaica'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S2-EQKiF9rI/AAAAAAAAA6U/9SqK0Q7BXJY/s72-c/Jamaica7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-2715270224370146923</id><published>2010-02-07T19:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T19:24:19.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4, Grand Cayman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: grey; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;Wednesday, February 03, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: grey; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;10:27 PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;7:00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;Got up early this morning and went to the steam room/sauna with dad.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I honestly wasn't in the most awake mood this morning, so I probably wasn't as good of company as I could have been.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We then went and got ready and went to breakfast.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;12:00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;We finally made it over to Georgetown, Grand Cayman after our 10 minute tender over to the island.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The tender is basically a small boat that took us from the ship to shore, since there wasn't a pier to which we could dock.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Honestly, I would have preferred to just stay on the ship today.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;There really wasn't much to the island other than exxxxpensive shopping.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I threw in a few more x's to show you how pricy it was.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I'm glad that we came back early.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;However, I kinda wish I hadn't taken a nap when I got back on the ship.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;5:30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;Dinner was great.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Afterward, Brant, dad and I went to the Connoisseur'&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;lounge for some cigars and port.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I had a great time sitting there and having some good conversation.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Then Brant and I went up to the top deck for some great conversation and more port.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;10:45&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;Sitting here in the room, contemplating about the day.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I can't wait for Jamaica tomorrow.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I am going to a coffee plantation for some delicious food and hopefully some awesome coffee.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&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/388650325169624295-2715270224370146923?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/2715270224370146923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=2715270224370146923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/2715270224370146923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/2715270224370146923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-4-grand-cayman.html' title='Day 4, Grand Cayman'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-1779146887429053519</id><published>2010-02-07T19:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T19:23:41.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3, Cozumel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: grey; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;Tuesday, February 02, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: grey; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 10.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;9:09 PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;6:40&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;Finally rolled out of bed this morning and headed straight up to the Wind Jammer for breakfast with the family.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We had a healthy meal, and then headed down to get ready for our day in Cozumel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;7:45&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;We made it off the ship and over to our tour guides, Leo and Alejandro, to check in for our adventure to Paradise Island.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We hopped on their catamaran around 9 o'clock.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;9:00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;0ur 45 minute boat ride out to Paradise Island was full of conversation with Alejandro.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;My foolish pride was shattered a bit when he talked to us about his 2 year old son.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I'd like to take a pause from this update to expand a bit on this.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;As an American kid that grew up in the suburbs, it's easy to forget that people all over the world are just like us, they have families, and are working to support those families.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I guess I've been to these port towns enough to see a lot of the locals being non-genuine with their speech.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;When Alejandro talked about his son, and how he changed his life, I really wanted to tear up a bit.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I am so joyful that I can see other cultures experiencing this love that comes from a family.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It really breaks down this dumb American pride.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I sometimes think that the Lord is going to call me out of the U.S. eventually.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;One can only hope, eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;9:45&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;We arrived at Paradise Island.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Here, we swam in the beautiful ocean, played around on the white sandy beaches, and watched Max dig for shells.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I love that sweet little boy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I then took an hour nap on one of the hammocks, that was half in the sun, and half under a straw hut.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;WOO WOO!!!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;1:00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;We took the catamaran back to the ship.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;On the way back, Max wanted to sit in my lap.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He quickly fell asleep on my shoulder.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Again, I love him.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Back at the ship, we sat by the pool until it was time to leave Cozumel.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;Nap it like it's hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;6:00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;Met the family back down in the casinos for a bit, then headed up for dinner.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I decided to go with a salad and sushi tonight.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I thought I'd give my stomach a rest for the evening.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We have been eating some delicious food.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Just finished dinner, now I'm back in my room.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Time for some reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;I think I'm going to take a trip to a coffee/pineapple plantation on Thursday.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;WOO!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;Good night, unless I decide to write more later.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-1779146887429053519?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/1779146887429053519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=1779146887429053519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/1779146887429053519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/1779146887429053519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-3-cozumel.html' title='Day 3, Cozumel'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-4735633362438336666</id><published>2010-02-07T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T19:22:35.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;6:15&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;Wake up call.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I woke up and headed straight to the fitness center to get a nice jog in.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;However, with the way the boat was rocking, I couldn't exactly run very well.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So I decided to just jump on the stationary bike.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;After the workout, I headed back downstairs to put my swim suit on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;7:00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;I went back up to the fitness center, grabbed a towel and went toward the sauna.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;When I opened the door, I was greeted by a "rather charming" man, who quickly told me to watch my step and quickly shut the door.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He didn't want the heat to get out.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Then he must have thought I was 10, because he decided to tell me how a sauna works and informed me that it would get hot in there.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I decided to get out of there and go to the whirlpool instead.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;There, I ran into Chewbacca's grandfather.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He kept grunting and pointing at things, but I didn't quite know what he wanted.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I only sat in there for about 5 minutes, because he started stretching, which meant that we may or may not try to finish me off.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;As I toweled off, he decided to speak English to me, "Young man (I hate when old people call me "young man"), are you using my towel?"&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;"No sir, I got my own."&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He then continued with, "It's ok if you use it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Next time you need to go into that room over there and get your own."&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;A. I did bring my own towel….B. I wanted to drop kick Chewy….not really, but come on, am I freakin' 8 years old.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I will say, about 98% of the people on board are above the age of 65.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It's the KLUV Reunion tour, whatever that means.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;7:45&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;Went and grabbed some breakfast with the family.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We then just wandered around the ship aimlessly.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;9:00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;I grabbed the copy of "Forgotten God" and got my read on.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I read about the Holy Spirit, and how we should not use the excuse, "I'm waiting for God's will for my life," as an excuse.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;In fact, using this can become a cop out and lead to disobedience, because we might be avoiding what the Holy Spirit has for us today.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;More on this later, when I can find my journal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S2-DI3L78WI/AAAAAAAAA6E/gt4eN06ROZY/s1600-h/ForgottenGod.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S2-DI3L78WI/AAAAAAAAA6E/gt4eN06ROZY/s200/ForgottenGod.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;3:00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;Went to a wine tasting with Brant and Dad.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It was pretty fun, we got to taste some pretty good wines, and some not so special wines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S2-DPDt-VII/AAAAAAAAA6M/utV8I5lgWVY/s1600-h/Cruise15.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S2-DPDt-VII/AAAAAAAAA6M/utV8I5lgWVY/s200/Cruise15.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;5:30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;Went to the Captain's Dinner.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I had the Filet of Beef and some other delicious food.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Afterward, Brant, Cassi and I went down and saw this horrible comedian.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I'm glad we left early.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;9:38&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;I'm writing this post as I watch a horrible tv show.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I might go ahead and call it quits for the night.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We port in Cozumel tomorrow morning, and we are headed to a pretty sweet beach for some fun in the sun and some great food.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Good night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-4735633362438336666?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/4735633362438336666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=4735633362438336666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/4735633362438336666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/4735633362438336666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S2-DI3L78WI/AAAAAAAAA6E/gt4eN06ROZY/s72-c/ForgottenGod.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-458593124330421171</id><published>2010-02-07T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T19:20:27.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>3:30&lt;br /&gt;We finally made it on board the Voyager of the Seas.  Thanks to Max we got to skip a line and get on faster than expected.  I have to back up here a sec and just say that I had an awesome time with Leanne and Julian these past couple of days.  It was a very nice pre vacation vacation.  Heh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to my room and unloaded my things, and was greeted by a rather nice fruit plate and a complimentary bottle of Champagne.  As I was about to dive into the banana and strawberries, the captain came on the speaker and said it was time for the required drill that takes place before every departure to sea.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:45&lt;br /&gt;I then went and met my parents, sister and brother-in-law for a pre cruise toast in mom and dad's room.  We headed down for our first meal of the trip, which included an incredible Spinach Salad, Primer Rib dinner and a delicious Strawberry compote and crispy meringue dessert.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:30&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we took a walk around the ship to discover some of the cool things that we will be experiencing for the next 7 days.  We found the deck that would have dinner if we by chance missed our dinner time.  Brant, Cassi, Mom and Dad all went back to their rooms to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:30&lt;br /&gt;I went back to my room for a bit to do some unpacking.  I'm all set up for the week.  I grabbed a cigar, a glass of champagne and headed down to the 5th deck.  I strolled on over to the Connoisseur's Lounge and sat with a Punch cigar.  It was a very enjoyable experience, but it would have been better to enjoy the smoke with a good friend.  Perhaps Dad and I will be able to enjoy this lounge over the next few days together.  I really am looking forward to this trip.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:05&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here writing this blog and can't wait to wake up in the morning.  I will probably read a bit, then turn in.  I'd love to point out that Billy Ray Cyrus is on the tv, and I still think that he's kind of a tool, but good for him.  Good night all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S2-C75qv7oI/AAAAAAAAA58/_EvQm1UgZBM/s1600-h/Cruise4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S2-C75qv7oI/AAAAAAAAA58/_EvQm1UgZBM/s320/Cruise4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-458593124330421171?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/458593124330421171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=458593124330421171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/458593124330421171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/458593124330421171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S2-C75qv7oI/AAAAAAAAA58/_EvQm1UgZBM/s72-c/Cruise4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-6085731171684649759</id><published>2010-02-07T19:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T19:18:31.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for Some Cruise Updates</title><content type='html'>The next several posts will be the entries that I wrote while aboard the Voyager of the Seas...Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-6085731171684649759?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/6085731171684649759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=6085731171684649759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/6085731171684649759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/6085731171684649759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2010/02/time-for-some-cruise-updates.html' title='Time for Some Cruise Updates'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-8398549243871553502</id><published>2010-01-29T10:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T10:47:17.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expedition Beer</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't posted in a while. I'll write about the cruise/Galveston trip when I get back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, check out my cousin Heath's blog where he explores as many beers as he can in 2010.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Http://expeditionbeer.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-8398549243871553502?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/8398549243871553502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=8398549243871553502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/8398549243871553502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/8398549243871553502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2010/01/expedition-beer.html' title='Expedition Beer'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-9182905114548727846</id><published>2010-01-12T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T14:44:04.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mindless Routine</title><content type='html'>As I scanned the tweets from the past few hours, I came across &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/TripLee116"&gt;TripLee116&lt;/a&gt;.  This came right after I read my daily reading out of Genesis, Matthew, Ezra and Acts.  I felt good because I was reading from the word of God.  However, I was reminded of the severity mindless routine can play.  If I allow myself to fall into this trap of reading just to read the bible, then aren't I just falling into mindless routine?  In Tripp's words, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Mindless routine= the death of our spiritual lives. Mindless routine= God's not pleased. Mindless routine= religion, not Gospel obedience&lt;/blockquote&gt;I can feel a pretty quick conviction in these words.  However, it wasn't until I read his previous tweet that I really got slammed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Consistently doing good things w/o reminding yourself why you do them is a great way to become hardened at heart.&lt;/blockquote&gt;I can admit that when I give money to a homeless person, I do it because I feel the need to give.  However, I don't always remind myself that I do this because God 1st loved me, and that that money was a gift from God in the 1st place.  How selfish, and utterly stupid is it when I give someone my change from the cup holder, then look at myself in the mirror and say, "Good job ol' boy."  Let us all reevaluate ourselves and give glory to the One who saved us, and preserves us here on earth that we may give to those in need.  He doesn't need us to give his money away to others, rather He &lt;i&gt;chooses&lt;/i&gt; to allow us to be His vessel, to let us be apart of something bigger.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All glory and honor, forever to you O God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-9182905114548727846?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/9182905114548727846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=9182905114548727846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/9182905114548727846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/9182905114548727846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2010/01/mindless-routine.html' title='Mindless Routine'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-2610366420017431164</id><published>2010-01-09T12:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T12:23:49.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day off</title><content type='html'>I woke up early today expecting to leave for the airport to pick Lan up. Then after a discussion with Hillary, she convinced me that it was probably 5:30pm, not am. I feel pretty stupid...haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/01/09/611.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/01/09/s_611.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' align='right' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to cook a delicious lunch for myself. I made a Mexican Goulash. Here's a pic of the creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/01/09/612.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/01/09/s_612.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm sitting here watching Berkley, Taylor's dog run around and try to get us to throw the ball to him.  What a crazy dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, check out my cousin's blog on his 2010 challenge of trying one beer everyday of the year...http://expeditionbeer.blogspot.com &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-2610366420017431164?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/2610366420017431164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=2610366420017431164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/2610366420017431164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/2610366420017431164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-off.html' title='Day off'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-4231545793366854028</id><published>2010-01-03T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T20:56:59.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>26 can be just another year, or....</title><content type='html'>I have finally gone over the quarter century hump, if in fact there is such a thing.  From what some have told me over the past few days is that there is nothing worth looking forward to in birthdays anymore, it's just another year.  However, I consider 25 to have been one of the most trying years of my life.  Trying to get out of school, wondering what's next career wise, and even more importantly trying to seriously trust in the Lord in every part of my life.  This has by far been the most difficult task, but I feel the last bit of 25 has brought some of the most joy in my life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been learning, through some various trials, how to struggle.  I think the hardest part in struggling with things is that I often feel like "I am alone in this, and there is no need in burdening anyone else with this."  As I often find out when I try things on my own, I will fail miserably and fall into a place that is dark and lonely.  Though I believe that camaraderie with other believers is very important, I would like to comment on someone that is always on your side through struggles, the Holy Spirit.  This is someone that I believe has been seriously neglected in churches, especially in America.  Obviously I didn't come to this conclusion on my own, but with help through "Forgotten God," by Francis Chan my mind is being opened to the reality of the Holy Spirit.  I won't ruin any suspense for those of you that want to pick up a copy, and you should, but I would like to tell you which part of the book has impacted me thus far.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up in my church, I somehow was lead to believe that the Holy Spirit was this mystical creature that floated around watching over us, and that voice in our head when we knew we shouldn't be doing something that was wrong.  However, I think a lot of people have a conscious and experience this voice in their head whether they have received the Spirit or not.  As I've been exploring the Holy Spirit and the many wonders that He (not "It") has to offer, I've learned that the Holy Spirit is not merely this ghosts that was sent to condemn us, and convict us throughout our day.  Sure, He does work in our lives to lead us in the direction towards Christ which often means some hard times will come, that involve correction.  However, His many wonders don't stop there.  The biggest thing to me is that the Holy Spirit prays for me.  Romans 8:27 says, "He who searches hearts knows what is the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for the saints according to the will of God."  So even when my human mind is praying for something that is so temporary, the Holy Spirit is praying on my behalf to the Father according to the will of God.  This is comforting to say the least, I hope it can be for you too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, 26 can be just another year, or I can make 26 be the best year of my life.  I can learn so much more about the God that I worship, that loves me even when I'm at my worst, the God that shed his own blood on the cross so that I would be able to sit here and praise His name at 26.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose the latter....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-4231545793366854028?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/4231545793366854028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=4231545793366854028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/4231545793366854028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/4231545793366854028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2010/01/26-can-be-just-another-year-or.html' title='26 can be just another year, or....'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-1848649578162646582</id><published>2009-12-26T11:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T11:00:38.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Judging</title><content type='html'>I've found that the things that I judge others about often are the things that I don't like about myself. 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I've only been able to get through about half of this chapter, because my eyes have been a little heavy since I woke up early this morning.  However, this first part has been heavy.  Chan points out that some of us are fearful of things such as God not coming through, and even what if God does come through and answers our oh so courageous prayers.  I mean, what if we ask for God to destroy our lives in order to glorify His name and He does just that?  Heh...this is actually could be quite scary now that I start to jot this down.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking to myself for the past 15 minutes or so about which camp I tend to hang out.  I think more often I find it hard to pray, because I don't want to keep coming to the Lord with my woes and sufferings, because surely  He has to be getting tired of my junk.  Wow, even now I can see how completely human I have made my God.  Over the course of the past 2 months I have been trying to wrap my mind around the fact that God does not love like we do.  What I mean is that if one of my friends, whom I love dearly, decides to be a jerk one day, it is very possible for me to love them less.  However, it is so clear in the scriptures that God's love for us is STEADFAST and EVERLASTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Who is a God like you, pardoning iniquity&lt;br /&gt;and passing over transgression&lt;br /&gt;for the remnant of his inheritance?&lt;br /&gt;He does not retain his anger forever,&lt;br /&gt;because he delights in steadfast love.&lt;br /&gt;~Micah 7:18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And even when there are those in our lives that tear us down, we can rest assured that God's love for us never fails, and that He will always be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Romans 8:31-31&lt;br /&gt;What then shall we say to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us? He who did not spare his own Son but gave him up for us all, how will he not also with him graciously give us all things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;If God didn't love us with a STEADFAST love then the Son, the sacrifice, could have been withheld.  But there was no resistance, no hesitation, God shows His EVERLASTING love by slaughtering the most perfect sacrifice for us.  Even when we are at our worst, "When my soul was embittered, when I was pricked in heart, I was brutish and ignorant; I was like a beast toward you," (Psalm 73:21-22) He is still for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often trick allow myself to be deceived into thinking that there is no way that God would want to hear my concerns.  This is ignorant.  In Matthew 7:7-11 and then again in Luke 11:9-13 we see what is commanded when it comes to asking the Father for things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;And I tell you, ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives, and the one who seeks finds, and to the one who knocks it will be opened. What father among you, if his son asks for a fish, will instead of a fish give him a serpent; or if he asks for an egg, will give him a scorpion? If you then, who are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will the heavenly Father give the Holy Spirit to those who ask him!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;This is a command that is telling us to remain in faithful in prayer.  The part of this that can be discouraging to so many believers is the part where it says "ask, and it will be given to you."  What if what you are asking for is not given to you?  This can surely make some a little gun shy when it comes to asking the Father for things.  I would like to encourage, instead of discourage here, because often our prayers are answered with a simple "no."  This is not a negative "no," rather we should be overjoyed because God's wisdom surpasses all human knowledge.  &lt;br /&gt;I hope that we can all get to a place where we ask the Father consistently for the desires of our heart, but ask in such a way that we are at peace when He tells us no.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask in humility, Seek the will of God, Knock with perseverance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://cdn.widgetserver.com/syndication/subscriber/InsertWidget.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script&gt;if (WIDGETBOX) WIDGETBOX.renderWidget('75ef7386-42fc-416f-bc19-452c64d28a92');&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;Get the &lt;a href="http://www.widgetbox.com/widget/b8ec6430-adcd-4f0d-a12d-979a74f318d5"&gt;Forgotten God Widget test&lt;/a&gt; widget and many other &lt;a href="http://www.widgetbox.com/"&gt;great free widgets&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.widgetbox.com/"&gt;Widgetbox&lt;/a&gt;! 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Why is it hard to choose ahead of time what we will do instead of just doing what comes along?&lt;br /&gt;One reason is that Satan does not want us to plan. He loves it when men drift and coast and let their lives be molded by the whimsical pressures of every day. But he trembles when he sees a man take a Bible and a note pad and go out under a tree by himself to think about his life’s priorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan knows he is in trouble whenever men take an hour, go to a park, sit down under a tree and ask, “What’s God’s purpose for my life, my job, my singleness, my marriage, my fatherhood, my gifts?&lt;/blockquote&gt;I had a conversation with Julian yesterday in Mardel about planning.  I think the topic came about because I can't get over how some can be so caught up in planning their lives out, that we neglect the things that are happening right now. I naively stated that I don't like planning, because my plans usually get shattered by God anyways (not in a bad way).  He told me that this was not a correct way to think.  Hmmmm....I wondered why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to wake up early today, rather my body decided to wake me up early today, so that I could get into some books that I've recently acquired.  I started the morning off with a nice cup of coffee, and Francis Chan's, "Forgotten God," a book teaching us to remember and utilize the power of the Holy Spirit.  Often in our Christian bubble, we believe that if we have Jesus, why should we care about the Holy Spirit?  The best way to put it, in John 16:7, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Nevertheless, I tell you the truth: it is to your &lt;b&gt;advantage&lt;/b&gt; that I go away, for if I do not go away, the Helper will not come to you. But if I go, I will send him to you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Chan puts it this way, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;How could it be better to trade a human Jesus-a man they could talk and eat and laugh with-for a spirit they could physically see?...But what do wie do with the fact that Jesus says it is better for His followers to have the Holy Spirit?&lt;/blockquote&gt;This totally destroys the notion that the Holy Spirit is less than the Father, or the Son.  As a Godhead, they all 3 work together for the same purpose.  Neglecting to live in the Spirit, is neglecting the counselor that Jesus sent to us.  Though Jesus is in heaven with the Father, we can be assured that we have a Great Counselor dwelling inside of us daily, with whom we find strength.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the "planning" discussion; I'm beginning to find it not only a great suggestion, but essential to our life to plan for things.  If Satan can create in us such a complacency about where our lives our going, then he can put so many things in our way that we just see as normal.  If we plan, while seeking the Lord's will, then seeing these roadblocks will not seem normal.  They will seem like roadblocks that we will ask the Holy Spirit to destroy.  "What is God's purpose for my life?" cannot be answered by idly watching the world go by.  Let us instead seek God's purpose by seeking counsel from the One that promises to strengthen us (Isaiah 41:10).  We can also be assured that His plans are still better than we can imagine in Psalm 16:11, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You make known to me the path of life; in your presence there is fullness of joy; at your right hand are pleasures forevermore&lt;/blockquote&gt;I will live in such a way that I plan for what I will do in this season of life and the next, but will be ready for God to lead me in His will.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last bit of encouragement from C.H. Spurgeon:&lt;br /&gt;"I will strengthen thee."—Isaiah 41:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;God has a strong reserve with which to discharge this engagement; for He is able to do all things. Believer, till thou canst drain dry the ocean of omnipotence, till thou canst break into pieces the towering mountains of almighty strength, thou never needest to fear.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-3320330624743327145?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/3320330624743327145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=3320330624743327145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/3320330624743327145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/3320330624743327145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/12/planning.html' title='Planning'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-1962172407315215591</id><published>2009-12-19T12:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T11:18:14.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation thoughts</title><content type='html'>Even in this day, Graduation day, my Hope is not in a degree. My Hope is in Jesus Christ who has delivered us from the bonds of slavery, and into His eternal kingdom, which cannot and will not be shaken. He will return and bring us with Him. Thank you Jesus for reminding me in the anxious times that you are God, and you will always be my Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-1962172407315215591?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/1962172407315215591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=1962172407315215591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/1962172407315215591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/1962172407315215591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/12/even-in-this-day-graduation-day-my-hope.html' title='Graduation thoughts'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-5292796455659207590</id><published>2009-12-16T15:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T18:54:57.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good music warms my soul...</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to start this post off with an incredible music video by Newton Faulkner.  I think I was watching a music festival on Palladia sometime last year, and I came across this dude.  I thought he had an incredible voice, and was great at playing the guitar so I actually bought his album. I immediately fell in love with this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tF9ESdfwV5o&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;hd=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/tF9ESdfwV5o&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was writing this blog, I came across this music video from Dustin Kensrue.  If you haven't heard of him, maybe you've heard of his former band, Thrice.  He is now a little more mellow, and has a great message.  His songs point to Christ.  This one is off of his Christmas album, and may seem a little more intense than most Christmas songs that you've heard before.  Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k0RbWg0UCKE&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&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/k0RbWg0UCKE&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&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/388650325169624295-5292796455659207590?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/5292796455659207590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=5292796455659207590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/5292796455659207590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/5292796455659207590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-wanted-to-start-this-post-off-with_16.html' title='Good music warms my soul...'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-8962213018090560027</id><published>2009-12-15T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T21:17:24.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation?</title><content type='html'>So, Saturday marks a very interesting time in my life. &amp;nbsp;I am going to walk up a staircase onto a stage, where I will be greeted by several faculty members of the College of Business at UNT to say their farewells, since they will miss me so much. &amp;nbsp;Then I will walk up and give ol' Gretchen a "&lt;a href="http://slantmouth.com/articles/georgeAllenPoe/images/buttPat.jpg"&gt;good game&lt;/a&gt;," while waving to the several thousands of people there to wish me off into this world. &amp;nbsp;7 years after the beginning of my college career and I've finally finished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited to just chill for a minute, and hopefully get some reading done. &amp;nbsp;That's crazy to say, since I've been reading a ton this past semester, but not stuff that I actually enjoy. &amp;nbsp;I want to read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish "Lord of the Rings" series&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A couple of John Piper books, including "&lt;a href="http://www.desiringgod.org/ResourceLibrary/OnlineBooks/ByTitle/3281_Spectacular_Sins_and_Their_Global_Purpose_in_the_Glory_of_Christ/"&gt;Spectacular Sins&lt;/a&gt;," "&lt;a href="http://www.desiringgod.org/ResourceLibrary/OnlineBooks/ByTitle/4014_John_Calvin_and_His_Passion_for_the_Majesty_of_God/"&gt;John Calvin and His Passion for the Majesty of God&lt;/a&gt;," and "&lt;a href="http://www.desiringgod.org/ResourceLibrary/OnlineBooks/ByTitle/2400_For_Your_Joy/"&gt;For Your Joy&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;John MacArthur's "&lt;a href="https://www.discountbooksale.com/p428984/A-Tale-of-Two-Sons.html?ec=1"&gt;A Tale of Two Sons&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm fairly certain that I will have more time to read and workout now that I don't have to worry about keeping up with homework/quizzes. &amp;nbsp;We'll see though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/101/291485551_1c32467593.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://static.flickr.com/101/291485551_1c32467593.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also this Saturday, &lt;a href="http://www.weeklystandard.com/weblogs/TWSFP/hillary-clinton.jpg"&gt;Hillary&lt;/a&gt; and Taylor will be making a new dessert (new to us, but not new to &lt;a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/2006/11/ganached-guinness-goodness/"&gt;Smitten Kitchen&lt;/a&gt;) I'm pretty excited about this awesome creation. &amp;nbsp;It's a Chocolate Stout Cake. &amp;nbsp;It has Guinness, Bailey's and Irish Whiskey baked throughout this yummy treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm off to bed. &amp;nbsp;I have to work early, then off to a final tomorrow evening. &amp;nbsp;Maybe I'll get a little P90X in before. &amp;nbsp;Stay classy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/388650325169624295-8962213018090560027?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/8962213018090560027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=8962213018090560027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/8962213018090560027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/8962213018090560027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/12/graduation.html' title='Graduation?'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-5256560509145332973</id><published>2009-12-09T10:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T13:56:29.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Posting Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/Sx_yPSURf0I/AAAAAAAAA5w/DzopopvG1jU/s1600-h/firedancer_starbucks_logo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/Sx_yPSURf0I/AAAAAAAAA5w/DzopopvG1jU/s640/firedancer_starbucks_logo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just found out that there was an updated way to post. &amp;nbsp;This is just a test post to see how it looks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-5256560509145332973?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/5256560509145332973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=5256560509145332973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/5256560509145332973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/5256560509145332973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-found-out-that-there-was-updated.html' title='New Posting Test'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/Sx_yPSURf0I/AAAAAAAAA5w/DzopopvG1jU/s72-c/firedancer_starbucks_logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-2241249672040601918</id><published>2009-12-08T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T20:11:20.147-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='submission'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Denton Bible Church'/><title type='text'>Submission</title><content type='html'>Had a talk with a friend today about the Woman's Program at &lt;a href="www.dentonbible.org"&gt;Denton Bible Church&lt;/a&gt;.  We got to talking about the fact that during the 9 months in the program, the women aren't allowed to do certain things such as drink.  I was reminded of the "early years" at The Village(I'm referring to the 1st couple of years that I was at the Village), and the group that I hung with.  When the topic of alcohol amongst Christians, and it came up a lot for some reason, there were 2 different arguments; one argued that Christians shouldn't drink around each other people because they wouldn't appear to be above reproach, while the other argued against this person with scripture.  Though scripture is awesome, the scripture used was way out of context to be used in this situation.  I shared this with my friend today, and she told me that the reason why the women in the program didn't drink wasn't just because they were told not to.  It was a way to show that these things (alcohol, man, etc.) didn't control them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This got me thinking about the things that I allow to creep in and take control of me at times.  What am I holding onto so hard that doesn't allow me to submit to Christ?  For the longest time now, I've been thinking that Denton is where I want to be for the rest of my life.  I have bought into wanting to stay because the Village is here and I love serving and walking with this family.  However, can even this be something that I am not submitting?  Do I honestly believe that God couldn't provide everything without the Village?  Heh, what a foolish idea.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encourage you to examine your life...even better ask God to &lt;a href="http://www.esvstudybible.org/search?q=Psalm+139:23"&gt;search you&lt;/a&gt;, and find out what things you are not able to submit.  Pray for the Lord to make you submit these things to Him, because I know that every time I attempt to submit anything myself, I fail...horribly.  It's only by the grace of God that we are able to turn anything over to Him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I had a great time with some friends last night.  We had a crew of about 8-12 people over at my house.  Taylor made some Chicken n' Dumplings, while Hillary made a &lt;a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/2009/11/gingerbread-apple-upside-down-cake/"&gt;Gingerbread Apple Upside Down Cake&lt;/a&gt;.  After dinner, we watched "The Christmas Story," which surprisingly was new to 4 people in the room, followed by "Home Alone." It was such an incredible time of building community with each other, and I am so thankful for the many friends I have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-2241249672040601918?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/2241249672040601918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=2241249672040601918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/2241249672040601918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/2241249672040601918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/12/submission.html' title='Submission'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-6785348416454973574</id><published>2009-12-07T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T10:30:58.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BYOCF</title><content type='html'>The CF in the title is "Crepe Filling."  Last night after service at the Village, a large gathering met at Hillary, Mandy, and Taylor's for a little B-day party.  When I showed up, Hillary was making Crepe's, and it appeared that there were different kinds.  I followed her into the other room, where she set them down on the table in front of an eager crowd.  There were all types of fillings laid out in front of us, ranging from raspberries, caramel, shredded cheese, salsa, and a delicious spinach and feta cheese spread.  Wow, I think this might be one of the most creative dessert parties that I have been to.  Come to think of it, it might be the only dessert party to which I've ever been. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a relaxing evening.  After the crepes were all gone, so were many of the guests.  This left a smaller crowd to sit and enjoy each others company, while James and Rob took turns at playing some tunes on the guitar.  I really appreciate these times, because I know that one day Community won't be as easy to find.  I hope that it is, but as we all start getting full time jobs, the chances of late nights will dwindle.  For now, I will be in the moment and soak in as much as I possibly can.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round 2 will commence this evening at my house.  We're going to watch some Christmas movies, grill some veggies and hopefully have some holiday beverages.  It should be fun.  WOO WOO!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get a chance, please check out this video of Matt Chandler, only days before he went in for brain surgery.  &lt;a href="http://hv.thevillagechurch.net/blog/hvpastor/?p=363"&gt;Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-6785348416454973574?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/6785348416454973574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=6785348416454973574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/6785348416454973574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/6785348416454973574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/12/byocf.html' title='BYOCF'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-6738165348641336010</id><published>2009-12-05T15:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T01:32:01.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just brain surgery</title><content type='html'>This week has been a week to remember. I have really enjoyed hearing testimonies from my friends about how Jesus Christ has been working in their lives through the incident (Matt Chandler&amp;#39;s seizure/brain surgery). Speaking of which, I remember when it seemed impossible to even perform such a task. Praise God for creating people that have the skill to work on the human brain. I have been overwhelmed with joy at times, as well as sorrow. There has been a whirlwind of emotions.  In this, one thing held true, that Jesus Christ is all sufficient in the joy, and the sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Son of our God, Giver of Life, and Lord. &lt;br /&gt;Come quickly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-6738165348641336010?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/6738165348641336010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=6738165348641336010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/6738165348641336010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/6738165348641336010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-week-has-been-week-to-remember.html' title='Just brain surgery'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-6679222247675415547</id><published>2009-11-30T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T22:41:20.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Difficulty</title><content type='html'>I'm finding it difficult to pray about something very specific right now.  Tomorrow Matt will find out what's in his head, that caused him to have a seizure.  As I write this, I find myself wondering exactly how to pray for joy, even if that means that there might be grief involved.  Though I don't find it wrong to pray for healing, it has to be my prayer that God be most glorified in any situation.  There could quite possibly be some very difficult news tomorrow, but it is still true that God is the same as He has always been and will always be.  He is still the strength of my heart and my portion forever.  He is still the everlasting joy in my life.  He is still the God of this universe and His kingdom will never be shaken.  He is all I need.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was reminded today by Lauren Chandler, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The Sunday before the "event," I opened my Bible intending to study a specific text in John. When the pages fell open, the title page of the book of Job stared me squarely in the face. I'm not normally one to play the magic eight ball game with the Bible but I'm also not one to believe in mere coincidence. The Lord--in His sure presence--was readying my heart. He was reminding me that nothing, absolutely nothing, can happen to Matt, the kids, other loved ones, or me without first passing through His hands. Satan had to ask permission to sift Job. The prince of this world is but a pawn in the Lord's plan. (&lt;a href="http://themchandlers.blogspot.com"&gt;The Chandlers&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I trust you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yp1ktIj-7Vw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/yp1ktIj-7Vw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/388650325169624295-6679222247675415547?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/6679222247675415547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=6679222247675415547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/6679222247675415547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/6679222247675415547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/11/difficulty.html' title='Difficulty'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-6860604777212690317</id><published>2009-11-17T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T08:51:35.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a heart issue</title><content type='html'>Tuesdays seem to always be the most encouraging day for me.  Whether it's through men's bible study, or the fact that between the hours of 7:30 and 12:30 I get to have a little bit of alone time.  This morning I was invited over for coffee by a friend.  Oh Honduran coffee, you are incredible.  I digress.  This is the 1st time that he and I were actually able to sit and get to know each other a little bit.  Through the conversation I got to hear some things that he deals with, that is very similar to struggles in my life.  Now, something that I've heard my whole life is, "It's a heart issue."  This of course referring to the fact that all of our fears, anger, hate, etc. have to do with how our hearts are.  This morning it finally, through the Holy Spirit speaking through this friend, I finally got a glimpse of what this meant.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our behaviors aren't what we should be repenting from.  Yes, we should stop doing these things.  However, when I run to _________ (sinful act) because it makes me feel good, then really I am placing this thing at a higher level than God.  A question, from a counselor, that was posed to this friend was this, "If you were to tell God that you placed this thing above Him, what would He say?"  My friend decided not to answer, and the counselor said that God's response would be, "I know you do."  This blew my mind.  I spend so much time being ashamed to admit to God something that He already knows.  I place things above Him daily and try to hide that from Him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the behavior part for a bit.  Ever get that feeling that once we master a certain behavior that our sin comes out in other areas?  As a man, we can all admit that lustful thoughts plague us continually.  Now, even when this is not attacking me I can be honest in saying that other ways to sin come out.  I can become angry for no reason, or I can feel jealous towards someone.  These are all issues that really come from a deeper issue, pride.  This is the sin that I should be repenting from.  This sin puts ourselves higher than Jesus Christ, and this is no way to live.  So, I encourage you to search deep.  Look for those behaviors that are sinful, and find what the deeper issue is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, God loves His children.  Here is a reminder of God's love for us even when we are at our worst.  Hosea 3:1-5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Hosea Redeems His Wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 And the Lord said to me, “Go again, love a woman who is loved by another man and is an adulteress, even as the Lord loves the children of Israel, though they turn to other gods and love cakes of raisins.” 2 So I bought her for fifteen shekels of silver and a homer and a lethech of barley. 3 And I said to her, “You must dwell as mine for many days. You shall not play the whore, or belong to another man; so will I also be to you.” 4 For the children of Israel shall dwell many days a without king or prince, without sacrifice or pillar, without ephod or household gods. 5 Afterward the children of Israel shall return and seek the Lord their God, and David their king, and they shall come in fear to the Lord and to his goodness in the latter days.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-6860604777212690317?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/6860604777212690317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=6860604777212690317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/6860604777212690317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/6860604777212690317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-heart-issue.html' title='It&apos;s a heart issue'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-3976351201871660761</id><published>2009-11-03T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T08:26:02.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Displaced feelings</title><content type='html'>Just had a thought and I decided to write it down, and possibly get some discussion started.  Over the years, if I have a thought come up that makes me sad and/or makes my heart feel heavy I've often just told myself to not worry about it.  Now, is this thinking correct?  Or, am I merely hiding the fact that I should be placing it at Jesus' feet and saying, "Your grace is enough."  To  me, I've spent way too much time deciding that I'm just going to grin and bear it, and eventually this issue will pass.  I could use some serious prayer here, because I feel sick about something right now and my first response was, "suck it up and stop worrying about it."  Where is God in this thought?  Is this the appropriate response?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that the Holy Spirit will lead me to turn to Christ when these things happen, and know that "My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever." Psalm 73:26.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-3976351201871660761?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/3976351201871660761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=3976351201871660761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/3976351201871660761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/3976351201871660761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/11/displaced-feelings.html' title='Displaced feelings'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-4410506793558724306</id><published>2009-11-01T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T14:56:54.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Community</title><content type='html'>No, this isn't a post about the new t.v. show that everybody is talking about.  I'd really like to share with you how amazed I am about the different communities in which I'm involved in Denton.  I've definitely enjoyed the time I have with my Home Group over the past few months.  There seems to be a strong sense of unity growing there.  I can't wait to spend a lot more time with these people.  The other group that has recently started to take root is the PM Bravo Connections team.  At first, we were this group of people that met every other Sunday to greet at the 5 and the 7:15 service.  It was great, but was still lacking a togetherness that could really make serving more.  2 of the girls, Taylor and Hillary along with their roommate Mandy, took the time to have us over for lunch today so that we could get to know each other more.  This little community within the church is just a glimpse of how the Village operates, people getting into each others lives in order to be able to encourage one another towards the Lord.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so blessed right now to have this many new friendships, and I can't wait for the times to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-4410506793558724306?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/4410506793558724306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=4410506793558724306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/4410506793558724306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/4410506793558724306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/11/community.html' title='Community'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-7405497979795915678</id><published>2009-10-06T07:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T07:39:57.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer</title><content type='html'>Got a break to write a little bit, while I'm on the way to ACL to see Dave. Just wanted to share a little bit that has been on my heart this week. After Bible study, then conversations with Rob and AP, then homegroup I've really had this conviction to search my heart for what prayer should be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start with a quote from John Piper, "You cannot know what prayer is for, until you know that life is war."  Solid. Talking to AP, we both considered the analogy of a soldier on the battlefield who desires to be able to shoot his rifle more accurately. So this soldier approaches his commanding officer and says, "I want to shoot better, please give me this." Now, this scenario can be played out in 2 different ways. The soldier can go to bed and expect that he will awake the next day to this newly developed skill of being able to hit any target that he wishes.  However, can we really expect this?  I propose that this soldier would ask this, and then the commanding officer would take him out into the field and teach him, show him how to shoot his rifle.  Then through practice and application, this soldier will have the skill of shooting his rifle.  I like to think that praying to a God is not merely a "God, do this...God do that."  Rather, when we ask of God, "Lord, give me patience," we may not wake the next day patient.  God will walk us through times that will show us what patience looks like.  We should not make God into a magician.  We should instead know that He will, through training and disciplining, make us more like Him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service at the Village was great.  The music was incredible, and the sermon just so happened to be on prayer.  Hmmm...week of prayer, perhaps?  Matt asked the question(hypothetically) "If God is sovereign, then why do we pray?"  This is the same question that I've been asking myself for the past couple of months.  He went through a ton of scripture and made some points, and the one that stuck out to me was that prayer doesn't change God's mind, but it does allow us to be involved in important eternal matters.  James and I were talking about how it was much like sitting in on the counsel at Rivendell.  Here, we still recognize God's appointed plan, which can even include us asking for Him to save us.  If we honestly believe that our prayers are what decides what God has planned then we are more prideful than we think.  God has even appointed you to ask Him for something.  Crazy....I love my God so much.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note, I was reminded last night by my boy Rob that even in financial struggles God still loves me.  This season could end, but I need to be ok if it doesn't.  Jesus, come quick.  We are groaning for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-7405497979795915678?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7405497979795915678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=7405497979795915678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/7405497979795915678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/7405497979795915678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/10/got-break-to-write-little-bit-while-i.html' title='Prayer'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-6602805159345538257</id><published>2009-09-22T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T06:17:21.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fasting &amp; Feasting</title><content type='html'>Bible study was incredible today.  During the video, John Piper was talking about fasting and feasting.  A popular thought of this world is, "why did God make bread if it was going to be such a stumbling block for some of us?"  I've even wondered that myself of other things.  Why would things be put on this earth that would cause us to fall?  However, God made bread so that through we might understand what it means to hunger for Him, the Bread of Life.  And water was created so that we might know that we would never have to thirst again once we tasted the Living Water.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have known that fasting is typically a complete denial of food or other things for a day or so, in order that we might learn to rely on Him.  However, I have never heard the term fasting being a "self-denial" in this process.  This is a way different idea than "bread-denial."  Self-denial means that I have recognized "_____" as an idol in my life and in order for me to see more of God, I will cut this off in order to deny myself which will MAKE me trust in Him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, can we really desire things other than God?  Easy answer, "No."  I choose to take a different path.  God is our desire, let's start with that.  God also before the beginning of the earth knew us, and who he was creating.  He knew that one day I would love to watch hockey, listen to music and have great conversations with friends.  Is it then wrong to desire these things?  I believe that if these are the things that God has created in order for me to find more of Him, then there is nothing wrong with desiring them.  The hard part is that we have to remember that we shouldn't desire Hockey, exclusively.  We should desire Hockey so much because we know that in doing so we are pursuing the Lord.  Because initially I don't turn on the T.V. when a hockey game is on because I'm going to find God in it.  Lord change my heart so that I may desire you more than all of these things, and more, and that I can truly find you in the things that I desire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-6602805159345538257?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/6602805159345538257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=6602805159345538257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/6602805159345538257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/6602805159345538257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/09/fasting-feasting.html' title='Fasting &amp; Feasting'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-7227304513699591018</id><published>2009-08-12T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T15:57:48.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sanctification</title><content type='html'>What an incredible weekend.  The lake was so much fun.  The ride back was the most beneficial.  I was able to catch up with a friend that I haven't necessarily had the best relationship with in the past.  However, in his words, "It's awesome how God will sanctify relationships like this."  Stubbornness will usually make me hold back from mending these relationships, because I'm comfortable where I am.  However, only the power of the Holy Spirit can penetrate my barricaded heart and break these walls down.  I am so thankful for the friendship that I feel has sprouted from this seemingly hopeless acquaintance.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part about it, to me, is that I see a lot of myself in him.  I can see that where he was, is not too far from where I can be sometimes and definitely am trying to fight against.  Fear of man, stubbornness, and anger all follow me around like a mosquito.  It gets so annoying, and I seem to never really get the best of it.  It only gets the best of me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, through the bond that we now share, I can see that I may learn a lot from him.  I am so thankful that the Lord has provided us both a way to put aside our differences and move forward together, toward sanctification.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-7227304513699591018?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7227304513699591018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=7227304513699591018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/7227304513699591018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/7227304513699591018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/08/sanctification.html' title='Sanctification'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-2837336105431096366</id><published>2009-08-04T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T14:34:45.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>selfish, not shellfish</title><content type='html'>I got freakin' owned yesterday, and my pride was completely shot down.  Thank God.  I was acting so selfish and I finally got called out on it.  I know it wasn't easy for Rob to get at me like that, but that's exactly what I needed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not just my house, but I felt like since I was working on certain tasks then Rob should go and do other things to help and get ready for the new roommates.  Here's where my filth comes out.  Something inside of me always assumes that when someone is trying to help out with something, then they must just be trying to undermine me.  But who am I?  HA...what a weird thought.  Anyways, to keep it simple I had started on tasks such as cleaning the kitchen, the garage and sorting out other crap in the house.  When Rob came to help out, I got flustered and annoyed.  Oops...my bad.  However, in my mind he was just trying to do it because he could do it better.  If you'll try to follow me, I'll show you how messed up my thinking is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured that it wasn't fair for Rob to enjoy the spoils of my labor, because I had been busting it to try and complete these tasks.  Instead of me seeing him as a brother trying to help out, I saw him as a hindrance.  I didn't want to give him the credit of helping out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reminded of a story called, "The Little Red Hen."  You may know it.  The Hen wants to plant some wheat, then cut it down and make some bread with it.  Then she asks, "Who will help me do these tasks in order to make some bread."  Nobody wanted to help.  Now, when the Hen finally made the bread all of the other animals came around ready to chow down.  OOPS...the hen wasn't having this.  She decided since nobody wanted to spend the time laboring over this project, then she was the only one that would eat the bread.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be true in life, that we should naturally feel like since we accomplished something we should be the only ones that enjoy the glory.  The only problem we run into is that Jesus Christ isn't that way at all.  See, we actually aren't capable of doing anything without Him.  And on top of that, we are so selfish that we expect Him to give us everything.  Even though we don't deserve it, He did give us everything...through the cross.  If we truly desire to live in Godliness, we must walk the path that Jesus did.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I realized that even though I wanted to enjoy the credit of these tasks, it was God that deserves the glory for me to even be able to walk around in order to complete these tasks.  Even harder to believe, but still true, He deserves the glory when we aren't able to complete these tasks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-2837336105431096366?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/2837336105431096366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=2837336105431096366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/2837336105431096366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/2837336105431096366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/08/selfish-not-shellfish.html' title='selfish, not shellfish'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-798115545998962529</id><published>2009-07-30T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T20:25:36.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>encouragement, paid forward</title><content type='html'>Just listened to "Cling to You," by Trip Lee for the 2nd time.  I can't begin to explain the "hardships" that have hit my life.  I don't care to, because there's nothing I can do to overcome these things.  Only God can choose to relieve these things, or (and here's the kicker)not relieve them.  The problem with the idea that God is glorified when we are financially stable, not struggling with ______, etc., is that it never says that in His Word.  Listening to this song reminds me that God is most glorified when we are satisfied in Him.  That means that even when we hit hard times, we lay all of these things down and trust that God will take care of us.  And this is either by removing these hardships or not.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"God's universe isn't centered around us and our comfort.  So, He may get glory out of it if it actually doesn't get better.  But the point is that God gets the glory."  -Trip Lee&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I urge you, take hold of the gift that God offers.  This may require your life here on earth to be in complete shambles, but that's for God to decide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Luke 18:18-30&lt;br /&gt;The Rich Ruler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 u And a ruler asked him, “Good Teacher, what must I do to v inherit eternal life?” 19 And Jesus said to him, “Why do you call me good? No one is good except God alone. 20 You know the commandments: w ‘Do not commit adultery, Do not murder, Do not steal, Do not bear false witness, Honor your father and mother.’” 21 And he said, x “All these I have kept from my youth.” 22 When Jesus heard this, he said to him, “One thing you still lack. y Sell all that you have and distribute to the poor, and you will have z treasure in heaven; and come, follow me.” 23 a But when he heard these things, he became very sad, for he was extremely rich. 24 Jesus, seeing that he had become sad, said, b “How difficult it is for those who have wealth to enter c the kingdom of God! 25 For it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich person to enter c the kingdom of God.” 26 Those who heard it said, “Then who can be saved?” 27 But he said, d “What is impossible with men is possible with God.” 28 And Peter said, “See, e we have left our homes and followed you.” 29 And he said to them, “Truly, I say to you, f there is no one who has left house or wife or brothers [2] or parents or children, for the sake of the kingdom of God, 30 who will not receive g many times more h in this time, and in i the age to come eternal life.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In the end, God will receive the glory.  Our victory is not found in relief from our troubles, but rather in the cross.  Jesus died on the cross so that the victory is already won.  All he demands is that we take up OUR cross daily and follow him.  Taking up our cross requires us to lay everything else down at His feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rCmRmZK_UoA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/rCmRmZK_UoA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/388650325169624295-798115545998962529?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/798115545998962529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=798115545998962529' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/798115545998962529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/798115545998962529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/07/encouragement-paid-forward.html' title='encouragement, paid forward'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-6097691952507376571</id><published>2009-07-26T09:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T09:26:56.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Coffee Time&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m enjoying a nice cup of Gazebo, here at the ol&amp;#39; Starbucks. This weekend flew by so fast. I would say the best part was when my parents came and scooped me up to take Troy and me to Winstar. We had some incredible laughs along the way. I really appreciate my Dad thinking of me. I really needed to get out of the house. Other than that, the weekend has been a blur. I&amp;#39;m so pumped about next weekend. Lots of things happening....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-6097691952507376571?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/6097691952507376571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=6097691952507376571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/6097691952507376571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/6097691952507376571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/07/coffee-time-i-enjoying-nice-cup-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-2311448879648958420</id><published>2009-07-24T16:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T17:57:29.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I am</title><content type='html'>I watched a "Sermon Jam" with Paul Washer speaking on Total Depravity.  He gave an example of a baby.  If this baby reaches for a shiny watch on your wrist.  As he grabs for it you say, "NO!" And this repeats.  Then this baby begins reaching at you and flailing his arms.  Washer's submission is that if this baby had the body had a body of an 18 year old, he would reach across and kill you and take the watch as he walks across your bloody body.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all evil, even from birth.  His thought, was that you don't have to teach a child to lie, to be self-centered, to be selfish, or to be brutal to other children.  We all know this from birth.  Why am I the way I am?  My wickedness comes from my desire to glorify myself in everything, and to do all of these things without the slightest thought of God.  Through Adam, sin entered the world.  But, the story doesn't end there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of Leonard Sweet, "We are enslaved to self &amp; self-love, which makes gospel bad news before good news. The good news? Victory over slavery of self"  Jesus Christ made it possible to not be enslaved to our own desires.  We have a savior that is full of love and compassion that he was willing to take the fall for us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a just God, we deserve to die under his wrath.  However, Jesus came to earth to live and die to take it all on himself.  The good news?  He is the Way for us to spend eternity with our God.  How awesome is it that we have a Lord that was willing to humble himself more than we could ever even imagine doing, in order to take the sin and guild and shame to the cross with him and say, "It is finished."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is WHY I AM: because the one true God of this universe was willing to call me home, even in my most dark and dreadful days.  He said, "It's paid for, through the blood of Jesus Christ."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-2311448879648958420?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/2311448879648958420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=2311448879648958420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/2311448879648958420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/2311448879648958420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-i-am.html' title='Why I am'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-3388566245037749332</id><published>2009-07-21T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T19:58:26.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make War!</title><content type='html'>The shout from John Piper on Tedashii's track on Identity Crisis rings so loud in my ear.  Anytime I hear these guys from the 116 clique, I think of Rob.  This man is such an influence in my life.  I love his passion for being unashamed of the gospel.  He reinforces what Lecrae, Tedashii, Trip Lee, and Shai Linne preach.  Likewise they reinforce what Jesus Christ came to Earth to teach.  I can't help but feel like I am just sitting on the sideline every time I hear these guys preach the gospel.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God that he is working on something in me that I have struggled with for a long time.  The step that I want to take isn't necessarily a leap, but I'm ready for what is to come.  I will choose to make war against it.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer do I want to say, "Murmur, murmur, murmur, why am I this way?"  MAKE WAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dVT5MDmZ3wM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/dVT5MDmZ3wM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/388650325169624295-3388566245037749332?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/3388566245037749332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=3388566245037749332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/3388566245037749332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/3388566245037749332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/07/make-war.html' title='Make War!'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-9938745456725196</id><published>2009-07-20T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T20:01:55.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbecue, me and you</title><content type='html'>I think that is from "The Green Mile."  I could be wrong though.  I had a great weekend with friends, new and old.  Saturday started off with a bang out at the Powers' home in Fairview, TX.  After schoolin' some guys in water volley ball, we sat down for some chicken skewers, loaded with fresh vegetables.  Then I was able to catch up with some friends that I haven't seen in a while.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at Casa de Marble Cove, I killed a deer, cleaned it, then grilled it.  Well at least the last part is true.  There was so much meat!  The ladies that came brought all of the sides, and we had a feast.  It was really fun meeting everybody that evening.  I was inspired to post a video, that reminds me of my days as a "rude boy."  Enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rHAFIyW2b-U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/rHAFIyW2b-U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try to go to bed now...maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-9938745456725196?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/9938745456725196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=9938745456725196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/9938745456725196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/9938745456725196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/07/barbecue-me-and-you.html' title='Barbecue, me and you'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-4822165237043546487</id><published>2009-07-14T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:32:06.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Echo and Insufficiency of Hell</title><content type='html'>Just finished Part 1 of a 2 part series by John Piper about the reality of hell.  I've been lying in bed for the past couple of weeks wondering about this subject.  Raise your hand if you've been where I'm at here; I wondered(foolishly), "Could hell really be that uncomfortable?"  I can't believe that my mind allows me to entertain this notion.  As Piper was  working through historical doctrines abandoning the reality, and severity of hell I couldn't help but feel really irritated with myself.  I know that if my studies were more involved with what the Word actually said, then I wouldn't have to question these things.  Historical Christian authors label hell as an "annihilation" rather than the "eternal suffering" that the bible speaks of.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great example that I related to was that of Adolph Hitler.  If he were to get up to the final judgment, and God were to tell him that, "because his wicked ways, he was to not exist anymore," then Hitler would probably be excited about that.  Here's where the severity is hitting me, even as I type; if that were true, then I wouldn't have to worry about sinning.  Wow, what a freakin' concept.  We could either choose to sin and not exist later, or we could live in eternal bliss.  Now, the latter still is the best option, but when you look at nonexistence as the only alternative then you don't really have anything terrible to look forward to.  You wouldn't pay for the evil in your heart, or the wickedness that you have displayed to God, whom created all things.  You would simply not exist.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds a little peculiar to write about this, in this way.  However, knowing that this idea sounds ridiculous really starts to push into my head the severity of sin in my life.  When I die here on Earth, I will be with my maker in heaven.  If I were choose to live in my wickedness and continue to pervert the name of Jesus Christ, then I would not receive the next best alternative (because that's what nonexistence is), I would live in eternal damnation, where gnashing of teeth, anguish in the flames and weeping would happen.  I choose never to desire this.  I will only desire to be with my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.  Thank you Jesus for bearing my sin and shame, so that I may live with you in eternal joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-4822165237043546487?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/4822165237043546487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=4822165237043546487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/4822165237043546487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/4822165237043546487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/07/echo-and-insufficiency-of-hell.html' title='The Echo and Insufficiency of Hell'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-8574056119748610132</id><published>2009-06-23T05:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T05:50:21.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>coffee in the morning, coffee in the evening</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I woke up early this morning to find that Troy had been up for a while.&amp;#160; He evidently woke up at 3:45, and couldn’t go back to sleep…poor chap.&amp;#160; We went downstairs for breakfast, and quickly left to head to the ol’ St. Arbucks (STARBUCKS).&amp;#160; Having coffee in the morning with friends really makes getting up easier.&amp;#160; I seemed to have gotten out of my routine of waking up early on my own.&amp;#160; Motivation from Troy, or being late seems to be the norm these days.&amp;#160; I really hope that I can get back to it.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The coffee I am drinking is Cafe Verona.&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/SkDPh54utwI/AAAAAAAAA2g/BPRgx8S6NpI/s1600-h/Verona%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Verona" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="73" alt="Verona" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/SkDPiNC-O5I/AAAAAAAAA2k/FdMjQtJhSWU/Verona_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="50" align="right" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is such a smooth, yet deep flavored coffee.&amp;#160; Maybe not deep in the way that you’re thinking, but deep in the way that it reminds me of my Dad.&amp;#160; I wasn’t able to go in and see him for Father’s Day, but I hope he knows how much I appreciate him.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This afternoon, I will probably make some more coffee at the house.&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/SkDPiSU9uPI/AAAAAAAAA2o/sPICbYvOBiw/s1600-h/Gold%20Coast%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Gold Coast" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="77" alt="Gold Coast" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/SkDPiiYEQxI/AAAAAAAAA2s/STFWtoaJs8U/Gold%20Coast_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="51" align="right" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I usually like to sip on Gold Coast while I am studying.&amp;#160; It is by far my favorite coffee that Starbucks offers.&amp;#160; I’m not looking forward to reading, but I am looking forward to you, Gold Coast. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This evening will end with a little bit of Decaf Sumatra.&amp;#160; I need my rest, so I will have to bypass the caffeine and have a full-bodied, earthy coffee without the stimulants needed for a long day of work.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So there you have it; my day of coffee progression.&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/SkDPi2ILpaI/AAAAAAAAA2w/rK8R9NCKsDQ/s1600-h/Decaf%20Sumatra%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="Decaf Sumatra" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="80" alt="Decaf Sumatra" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/SkDPjPzpCvI/AAAAAAAAA20/iRjT_RxDueg/Decaf%20Sumatra_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="53" align="right" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There could possibly be some wild cards thrown in there, but it’s too early to tell.&amp;#160; We’ll see where the day takes me.&amp;#160; I hope your day goes well.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-8574056119748610132?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/8574056119748610132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=8574056119748610132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/8574056119748610132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/8574056119748610132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/06/coffee-in-morning-coffee-in-evening.html' title='coffee in the morning, coffee in the evening'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/SkDPiNC-O5I/AAAAAAAAA2k/FdMjQtJhSWU/s72-c/Verona_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-3349301948075957979</id><published>2009-06-19T18:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T18:06:03.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>getting back at it</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I can’t be sure that it is going to take off, but I would like to get back into blogging.&amp;#160; This Summer has been a little hectic, but I should be able to take some time to write a bit.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;(Windows Live Writer, Test)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/Sjw1-q1cILI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/b-4tSbSNbuI/s1600-h/Julian%20Dave%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Julian Dave" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="181" alt="Julian Dave" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/Sjw1-y9EVZI/AAAAAAAAA2c/Hv-Pg-oucQg/Julian%20Dave_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" align="right" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-3349301948075957979?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/3349301948075957979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=3349301948075957979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/3349301948075957979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/3349301948075957979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/06/getting-back-at-it.html' title='getting back at it'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/Sjw1-y9EVZI/AAAAAAAAA2c/Hv-Pg-oucQg/s72-c/Julian%20Dave_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-681839575237116754</id><published>2009-05-21T09:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T09:38:19.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Victim of Circumstance?</title><content type='html'>As I sat in the seat at The Village on Sunday night, I was overwhelmed with thoughts of the weekend.  It had been a great/crazy weekend.  John Warren said something that really hit me.  I have always dealt with the idea that it is hard to want to worship when things aren't going our way.  For example, in the desert...a place that I find myself in too often....it's hard to want to accept the grace of God.  When I feel shame, and guilt, and anger, and all sorts of other things that feel like I will never make it out it's hard to say, "Thank you Jesus for saving me, I want more of you."  However, in this place...this place of loneliness, and suffering, and what feels like darkness should be the very place that I cry out to God and say, "Have mercy on me!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to John's statement...It was something to the effect of, "God is not a God of circumstance."  It reminded me that God is sovereign and we should worship Him above all things, and in every season of life.  And no, we shouldn't &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; cry out for mercy when times are hard, but in the good times as well.  I'll leave you with some lyrics from Hillsong United's "The Desert Song."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;All of my life&lt;br /&gt;In every season&lt;br /&gt;You are still God&lt;br /&gt;I have a reason to sing&lt;br /&gt;I have a reason to worship&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-681839575237116754?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/681839575237116754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=681839575237116754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/681839575237116754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/681839575237116754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/05/victim-of-circumstance.html' title='Victim of Circumstance?'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-8837567505847207812</id><published>2009-05-17T18:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T18:14:56.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christ alone justifies me.  More on this soon......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-8837567505847207812?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/8837567505847207812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=8837567505847207812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/8837567505847207812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/8837567505847207812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/05/christ-alone-justifies-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-7159246612122011657</id><published>2009-05-12T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T05:52:27.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Identity In Espresso</title><content type='html'>I heard this exchange of words today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;C-Hey, how are you?&lt;br /&gt;G-Good, I'll be doing better once I get this coffee in me.&lt;br /&gt;C-What do you drink in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;G-Triple Venti White Mocha&lt;br /&gt;C-I'm a triple myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to say that we can't have favorites (favorite drink, sports teams, car), but how far should we take this?  I'm in the camp that we need to be more cautious of how we decide to let ourselves be identified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not immune to the things that identify me other than Christ.  Here are a few things that I see in myself that are often who I am, instead of what I enjoy, or do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Starbucks Barista&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tom Hicks' Bartender&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stars' Fanatic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Genius (haha...not really)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;You get the idea.  I am willing to say that it is great to be apart of these things, but there needs to be a line between that and identification through these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts?  I'd love to hear some feedback on this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-7159246612122011657?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7159246612122011657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=7159246612122011657' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/7159246612122011657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/7159246612122011657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/05/identity-in-espresso.html' title='Identity In Espresso'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-4417507745138901893</id><published>2009-05-10T17:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T17:49:19.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a great time with the family today. Max gives high fives now. Aaron&amp;#39;s new baby, Zane, finally made it to a family party....and what a beautiful baby. Kareah is almost there, and I am so excited to have a new one in the family. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   Matt is getting at us tonight. I&amp;#39;ll post more later. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-4417507745138901893?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/4417507745138901893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=4417507745138901893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/4417507745138901893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/4417507745138901893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-had-great-time-with-family-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-7438498266688177043</id><published>2009-05-09T09:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T06:00:20.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I cannot focus</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here at the SBUX, waiting for 2 o'clock to come around.  I have a final exam for Microeconomics.  I feel like this exam is going to be a breeze, and I really don't know what else to study.  Should I just go for a walk or something?  What else can I do to prepare?  Maybe I'll just get loaded up on coffee, then run to the school....it's only 5 miles or so...I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make a list, top ten Dave songs:&lt;br /&gt;And since I'm tired right now, these are in no particular order, except for #1...that one will always be #1 to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ants Marching&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lie In Our Graves&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crush&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pig&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tripping Billies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crash&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bartender&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Two Step&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Warehouse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;#41&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HaZXgfAW0ak&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HaZXgfAW0ak&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&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/388650325169624295-7438498266688177043?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7438498266688177043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=7438498266688177043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/7438498266688177043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/7438498266688177043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-cannot-focus.html' title='I cannot focus'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-4752913211989808953</id><published>2009-05-07T20:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T20:42:49.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FW: Arcing: John Piper on How He Studies the Bible</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; color:#1F497D'&gt;Saw this on Desiring God Blog, and I thought I would share it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; color:#1F497D'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div style='border:none;border-top:solid #B5C4DF 1.0pt;padding:3.0pt 0in 0in 0in'&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'&gt;Feed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif"'&gt; Desiring God Blog&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;Posted on:&lt;/b&gt; Wednesday, May 06, 2009 9:27 AM&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; Desiring God Blog&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;Subject:&lt;/b&gt; Arcing: John Piper on How He Studies the Bible&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table class=MsoNormalTable border=0 cellpadding=0&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style='padding:.75pt .75pt .75pt .75pt'&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;(Author: Tyler Kenney)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;Watch John Piper explain   the Bible study method called &amp;quot;arcing&amp;quot; and why he uses it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div&gt;   &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;(&lt;a   href="http://www.desiringgod.org/ResourceLibrary/AskPastorJohn/ByTopic/54/3880_What_is_arcing_and_why_is_it_important/"&gt;Read&lt;/a&gt;   a transcription of the video.) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;To learn more about   arcing, and even to start doing it yourself, check out &lt;a   href="http://www.biblearc.com/"&gt;Bible Arc&lt;/a&gt;. Andy, my friend who put the   site together, has added a number of new improvements recently, including: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;ul type=disc&gt;    &lt;li class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:        auto;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;instant        parsing of Greek words&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:        auto;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;a        section for sharing and rating arcs&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:        auto;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;the        ability to easily email your arc to others&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:        auto;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;the        Hebrew OT&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:        auto;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;a        Spanish translation&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;p align=center style='text-align:center'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;*   * * &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;For more Q&amp;amp;A with   John Piper, check out &lt;a   href="http://www.desiringgod.org/ResourceLibrary/AskPastorJohn/"&gt;Ask Pastor   John&lt;/a&gt;. 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This will be great if it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've got a busy weekend/week coming up. Finals start Saturday, and end next Thursday. Ben gets married next Friday, and Josh graduates Saturday. What a fun weekend that will be. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Until then....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-3067155276965889414?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/3067155276965889414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=3067155276965889414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/3067155276965889414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/3067155276965889414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/05/testing-out-new-way-to-post-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-507839329709204453</id><published>2009-05-07T05:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T06:03:53.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Classes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Wow, this semester is almost over.  I’ve sat through 2 classes so far and both of my professors have given me grade distributions and total grade sheets.  In my first class, I need a 78 on the final in order to get an A in the class.  And in my 2nd class, I only need a 57 to make a B.  I could get an A, but only if I make a 97 on the final.  I really hope that the rest of the classes are doing just as well.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We’re having a self-entitlement discussion in my Op. Mgmt class.  CEO pay relative to average worker($40,000/avg worker) is as follows:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table style="width: 411px; height: 182px;" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;" valign="top" width="48"&gt;U.S.&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;" valign="top" width="84"&gt;400:1 ($16,000,000)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;" valign="top" width="66"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;" valign="top" width="48"&gt;Britain&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;" valign="top" width="84"&gt;22:1 ($880,000)&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;" valign="top" width="66"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;" valign="top" width="48"&gt;Canada&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;" valign="top" width="84"&gt;20:1 ($800,000)&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;" valign="top" width="66"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;" valign="top" width="48"&gt;Japan&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;" valign="top" width="84"&gt;11:1 ($440,000)&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;" valign="top" width="66"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="48"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="84"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="66"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;p&gt;*Of course, Japan’s average worker makes a significant amount more than the average worker here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Changing the way we work here in the U.S. would do wonders for our economy.”(Dr. White)  We come into the classroom, and are ok with 90%, or even just getting by with 70%.  How does that play our in the workplace?  If we are ok with 90% in the workplace, then aren’t we ok with 10% wrong? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Management nowadays is not just knowing how to be nice to people.  Changing quality systems is how to be a good manager.  Focus on quality, not the 400:1 ratio.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-507839329709204453?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/507839329709204453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=507839329709204453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/507839329709204453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/507839329709204453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/05/classes.html' title='Classes'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-4530377103474626934</id><published>2009-05-03T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T02:36:32.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Max video</title><content type='html'>I have been playing around with &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/"&gt;Picasa&lt;/a&gt;,  and found this tool that allowed me to create a slideshow with music.  So, I  decided to try it out and see how easy it would be to post it here.  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I think that there were some basic Christian ideas applied towards how we should treat everybody in this world, no matter the color of their skin or the culture in which they grew up.&amp;#160; The best part to me was when he told us things that we could do as a church to grow in racial harmony.&amp;#160; These are things that could help shift our thinking from being ignorant to really understanding that racism still exists and can ruin a church body just as easily as any other sin.&amp;#160; My hope is that we can take this idea of racial harmony and apply it to our family lives, work lives and especially our church.&amp;#160; If we continue to mention how wrong it is to segregate ourselves in this way, then I believe that we can achieve greater things for years to come.&amp;#160; In doing so, I also believe that we can set a standard in which our church will live by and our children can grow up.&amp;#160; I’m excited to see which steps our church takes in this, and to see how our attitudes shift.&amp;#160; I will try to type up the notes and post them as soon as I get a free hour or so.&amp;#160; Until then…..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:b3784dba-f452-42f2-81de-1211570d7ca5" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/racism" rel="tag"&gt;racism&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/culture+%2b+theology" rel="tag"&gt;culture + theology&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/SfvXzTXwaHI/AAAAAAAAApI/NhVmoX9SUO0/s1600-h/Heavy%20Metal%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Heavy Metal" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="Heavy Metal" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/SfvXzjFT7_I/AAAAAAAAApM/L8z_Lqh7OXE/Heavy%20Metal_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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This is just a test.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/Sftx3_8rS1I/AAAAAAAAAo8/Azv-2vBB6b4/s1600-h/20071208_IMG_0003%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="20071208_IMG_0003" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="20071208_IMG_0003" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/Sftx4J3bnhI/AAAAAAAAApA/6YLR8E3VBBs/20071208_IMG_0003_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There’s ol’ boy, Shorty.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:299346d5-8903-40c8-a42b-f6a180d9447a" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div id="03cb037b-18b1-4d54-9f25-5a1efb0eec71" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wclDW5nAaBc" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hjU1DM2u0eE/Sftx4UrwBCI/AAAAAAAAApE/Hq7t35J32AM/video64f4cbacefa0%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('03cb037b-18b1-4d54-9f25-5a1efb0eec71'); 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I have no idea what I'm doing in this life sometimes.  There are a lot of times in which I realize that God is sovereign, but for the most part I can't understand why I'm still in school, why I'm still stuck working part time, floating in debt and often falling into the same old things that I've been burdened by for years.  &lt;a href='http://www.esvstudybible.org/search?q=Proverbs+26%3A11'&gt;Proverbs 26:11&lt;/a&gt; states:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 27pt'&gt;"Like&lt;a href='http://www.esvstudybible.org/search?q=Prov+26%3A11%2C2+Pet+2%3A22'&gt; &lt;/a&gt;a dog that returns to his vomit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 27pt'&gt;is a fool who repeats his folly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 27pt'&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is a song called "&lt;a href='http://www.christianlyricsonline.com/artists/oc-supertones/wilderness.html'&gt;Wilderness&lt;/a&gt;" by the O.C. Supetones that is a great example of someone asking what this life is all about.  It is an acknowledgement by the writer that it doesn't make sense, but God's way is so much higher than ours.  I would say that the past 5 years of my life have been spent in this wilderness.  Yea, sure I get it…God has a plan for my life….however; it takes a lot of effort for me to just have "blind faith."  I suppose it's just selfishness on my part wanting to know what is next, without being patient.  What I love about that song is that at the end of the song the writer says, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 54pt'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Arial'&gt;"&lt;span style='font-size:10pt'&gt;I have spoken too soon put my hand over my mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12pt'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;					&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 54pt'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Arial; font-size:10pt'&gt;I can't contend with You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 54pt'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Arial; font-size:10pt'&gt;Your ways are so much higher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 54pt'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Arial; font-size:10pt'&gt;And we pass through the fire that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 54pt'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Arial; font-size:10pt'&gt;Christ endured before us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 54pt'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Arial; font-size:10pt'&gt;When You were in the wilderness"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 54pt'&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the kind of fear that I want.  To understand that God is larger than life, time, and especially any of us and to know that His plan is the best possible outcome is incredible.  Thank God that I am not in charge of this life, because I would fail miserably which I so often do when I try to take things into my own hands.  My prayer is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 54pt'&gt;"Jesus, I am nothing.  Thank you for sacrificing your life for this filthy sinner.  I know that your plan is the best plan, though it may contain misery.  This suffering is nothing compared to the suffering that you endured for the sake of mankind.  Forgive me for every stone I have thrown, every whiplash I have caused, every nail I have driven and every spear I have thrust into you.  Lord, you are worthy of all praise and I exalt you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 27pt'&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do not fear!  Our God will come; he will restore those he has ransomed.  He'll make a path that's straight, our God will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-7715966725688506981?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7715966725688506981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=7715966725688506981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/7715966725688506981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/7715966725688506981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/04/where-are-you-going.html' title='Where are you going?'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-8059900662607497842</id><published>2009-04-29T17:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T17:09:55.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colorado</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;I forgot to post about my trip to Colorado, so here ya go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DEPARTURE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We finally left Denton around 7:45pm.  We will hopefully arrive in Colorado around 9am Mountain time.  I am so pumped about this trip.  I haven't had much time to really just not worry about work or school for a while now.  The best part about it is that I get to spend it with 2 of the coolest dudes I know.  I should be taking my turn at sleeping now, so that when it's my turn to drive I'm not too sleepy.  I think I'm just too excited to get to the mountains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Expectations: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;See God's creation in a way that I've never seen it before.&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enjoy time with 2 of my best friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have some good brew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Catch at least one fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul style="margin-left: 81pt;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:17;"&gt;1st Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:gray;"  &gt;Wednesday, March 18, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:gray;"  &gt;9:13 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We finally arrived in Colorado around 10:15am CST.  1st item on the agenda: nap.  We slept for a couple of hours, before we decided that we needed to get up and make the most of the vacation.  We all got ready and headed into town, wearing our green of course because it was St. Patrick's Day.  We stopped in at Steamworks Brewing Co. to taste some of their delicious brews.  I especially liked the Slam Dunk Dunkelweisen, and the stout was pretty incredible too.  Afterwards, we wandered around town looking through all of the different shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 243pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Around 6:15 we went to Durango Coffee Co., because we were a little tired and a girl named Annie Brooks was performing an acoustic set.  She has an incredible talent at songwriting, guitar playing and singing.  As we were leaving the coffee shop Kyle, Annie's husband, chased us down to thank us for coming to check her out.  Then he asked if we wanted to come over to their house for pizza tonight.  I'm pretty sure that we all decided that that would be happening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We headed down to Carver Brewing Company, because we had heard that there would be live Celtic musicians performing.  We stood in this little restaurant/bar for about 30 minutes talking with people and listening to some really great music.  I think we were all a little tired, so we decided to head back to the house.  I was pretty much useless, but we did light a fire in the fire pit on the balcony and sat for about an hour.  I decided to go off to bed, because I felt like I was getting cranky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All in all, it was a great start to a hopefully incredible week.  I think we are headed to Silverton today, so that Troy and Daniel can ski.  I'll probably just hang out in town.  I'll more than likely bring some books and my laptop, just in case there is internet service.  Stay tuned…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:17;"&gt;Long Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:gray;"  &gt;Thursday, March 19, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:gray;"  &gt;12:17 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1st thing we did today was head down to Aztec, New Mexico.  Daniel had to wire a check to his parent's bank account.  On the way back, we got a call from Troy saying that he and his family were going to Mesa Verde National Park.  I honestly didn't want to go, and neither did Daniel.  However, we didn't really have anything else to do, so we decided to go.  It was a pretty awesome view from the top of the mountains that we were on top of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Daniel and I decided to head back into town, and met up with our new friends, Jake and Annie Brooks.  They were meeting with their Home Church group and we were invited to come over for homemade pizza.  They were a great group of people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We then left to meet up with Troy, who was hanging out at a local coffee shop.  We went from there over to the Irish Embassy Pub to have a few beers.  Afterwards, we came back to the house and lit a fire.  We sat out there for about 3 hours, mesmerized by the flames.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:17;"&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:gray;"  &gt;Saturday, March 21, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:gray;"  &gt;1:23 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friday was perhaps the most relaxing day of the entire trip.  We all woke up slow and sat outside for a couple of hours reading.  The fire was soothing.  Then we grabbed the pellet gun and started shooting at cans and plastic bottles.  We had an idea that one of us should go and hide some targets(cans) out in the  trees, snow and brush while one of us sat inside waiting patiently.  The key was for the one that was waiting to come out and he had to find the targets within the time allotted.  It was a very fun game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Around 4:30 we decided to go into town for some grub.  We found a little tucked away pizza joint, that had hands down one of the best pizza slices I've ever had.  We had a pitcher of Ska Brewery's Pinstripe Ale to complement the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that, we headed over to Durango Joe's for some good coffee.  I really did enjoy their Americano.  The espresso was nice and nutty.  Troy and Daniel each had a Milky Way Espresso beverage.  I think it was made with chocolate milk, which according to Troy was why the drink was so delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Around 8:30 we headed over to Trimble Springs.  It's a natural hot spring spa.  We sat in the pools for about 40 minutes, before deciding to go sit in the sauna.  I think we might go back on Saturday.  I felt so rejuvenated after the spa experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, that's all for Friday.  I'll try to update later this evening, or in the car tomorrow on the way home.  See ya then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-8059900662607497842?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/8059900662607497842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=8059900662607497842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/8059900662607497842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/8059900662607497842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/04/departure.html' title='Colorado'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-7320330363849310902</id><published>2009-04-29T16:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T16:42:24.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicene Creed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 27pt'&gt;I believe in one God, the Father Almighty, Maker of heaven and earth, and of all things visible and invisible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 27pt'&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 27pt'&gt;And in one Lord Jesus Christ, the only-begotten Son of God, begotten of the Father before all worlds; God of God, Light of Light, very God of very God; begotten, not made, being of one substance with the Father, by whom all things were made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 27pt'&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 27pt'&gt;Who, for us men and for our salvation, came down from heaven, and was incarnate by the Holy Spirit of the virgin Mary, and was made man; and was crucified also for us under Pontius Pilate; He suffered and was buried; and the third day He rose again, according to the Scriptures; and ascended into heaven, and sits on the right hand of the Father; and He shall come again, with glory, to judge the quick and the dead; whose kingdom shall have no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 27pt'&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 27pt'&gt;And I believe in the Holy Ghost, the Lord and Giver of Life; who proceeds from the Father and the Son; who with the Father and the Son together is worshipped and glorified; who spoke by the prophets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 27pt'&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 27pt'&gt;And I believe in one holy catholic and apostolic Church. I acknowledge one baptism for the remission of sins; and I look for the resurrection of the dead, and the life of the world to come. Amen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-7320330363849310902?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7320330363849310902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=7320330363849310902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/7320330363849310902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/7320330363849310902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/04/nicene-creed.html' title='Nicene Creed'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-8924544759864275707</id><published>2009-04-15T09:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T09:55:53.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entitlement</title><content type='html'>I realized recently that one of the deep issues of my pride is in fact a sense of entitlement that I have. I feel that I deserve respect from people, and that I am important enough to disregard other people's needs. Though I feel like I try to be humble to people, I have taken a step back to observe my actions this past week. I can really see this issue in the smallest of things such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)At school, one guy didn't hold the door open for me. Instead, he just let it close on me, so that I had to open it myself. Poor poor Darrell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)At work, customers will often ignore me and act as if I'm just a robot that likes to hand them a steaming cup of coffee and milk. I'd rather hand them a steaming....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~moving along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)At home, my roommates should keep the areas of the house clean that pertain to me.  Ok, you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized this week that I get so caught up in wanting things to go my way, that I forget that there are 6.8 billion people on this planet. How can I possibly think that they need to worry about me...what have I done for them? If Jesus Christ can come and die for each and every one of us, and still be humble about 6.8 billion (give or take) people daily dishonoring Him, then can't I find some humility in my daily routine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Romans 15:1-3.  These 3 verses tell of our obligation and calling to the weak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1 We who are strong have an obligation to bear with the failings of the weak, and not to please ourselves. 2 Let each of us please his neighbor for his good, to build him up. 3 For Christ did not please himself, but as it is written, “The reproaches of those who reproached you fell on me.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you see yourself becoming bitter at how people are treating you, hopefully these verses can encourage you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-8924544759864275707?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/8924544759864275707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=8924544759864275707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/8924544759864275707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/8924544759864275707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/04/entitlement.html' title='Entitlement'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-7264405647459734802</id><published>2009-03-12T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T07:48:29.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have I...</title><content type='html'>Have I made you into a 4 leaf clover,&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps, into a wishing well?&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear, "I want, give me, now...&lt;br /&gt;When I "cry" out to you for help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive everything I've done&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I act this way,&lt;br /&gt;If ever I needed you more&lt;br /&gt;I cannot recall the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am like the dog that returns to his own vomit.  Lord, please bring me out of this....I want to make &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GhAeIjFngyE"&gt;war&lt;/a&gt; on the very sin that I allow to destroy me.  Thank you for grace, and the conviction to go to battle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-7264405647459734802?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7264405647459734802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=7264405647459734802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/7264405647459734802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/7264405647459734802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/03/have-i.html' title='Have I...'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-7788382832593884679</id><published>2009-03-12T07:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T07:37:08.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prospertiy Gospel</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PTc_FoELt8s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&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/PTc_FoELt8s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" 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/388650325169624295-7788382832593884679?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7788382832593884679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=7788382832593884679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/7788382832593884679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/7788382832593884679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/03/prospertiy-gospel.html' title='The Prospertiy Gospel'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-7229870403394599125</id><published>2009-03-12T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T05:00:09.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sullen</title><content type='html'>I feel so exhausted right now.  I am staring at a cup of Sumatra wondering if this is what will bring me energy.......probably not.  I wonder if my body is just finally saying, "Hey dude, I need to rest!"  I can't wait til the weekend, when I can finally get a little bit of sleep.  However, it is well with my soul.  I am listening to that song right now, and I know that though tough times and even great times can come....and no matter what, it is well with my soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Psalms 23: The LORD Is My Shepherd A Psalm of David.&lt;br /&gt;1    The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.&lt;br /&gt;2    He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters.&lt;br /&gt;3    He restores my soul. He leads me in paths of righteousness for his name's sake.&lt;br /&gt;4    Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.&lt;br /&gt;5    You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; you anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.&lt;br /&gt;6    Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of the LORD forever.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-7229870403394599125?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7229870403394599125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=7229870403394599125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/7229870403394599125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/7229870403394599125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/03/sullen.html' title='Sullen'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-2627833121554751305</id><published>2009-03-08T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T09:20:52.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonathan and David</title><content type='html'>The story of Jonathan and David might be my favorite in the whole bible.  1 Samuel chapters 18-20 share a story of 2 men, who love each other very dearly.  In fact, these men love each other more than their self.  Yesterday marked a huge moment in one of my best friend's life, and I'm here to share that I love this man more than myself.  I am so happy for Jeremy and Kelley, and I will do my best to be an encourager of this couple in their days to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2631/249/46/23914632/n23914632_38249660_1828504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 427px; height: 285px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2631/249/46/23914632/n23914632_38249660_1828504.jpg" alt="" 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/388650325169624295-2627833121554751305?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/2627833121554751305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=2627833121554751305' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/2627833121554751305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/2627833121554751305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/03/jonathan-and-david.html' title='Jonathan and David'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-5218087638079937734</id><published>2009-03-07T19:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T09:21:37.851-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the Fray'/><title type='text'>interpretation</title><content type='html'>I was listening to the new single, "You Found Me," by The Fray.  Then I stumbled upon their website, where I found people discussing their interpretation of the song.  One person wrote,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;At the time I was angry with God. I was confused about how he could allow certain things happen. I felt that he was very unfair. I wanted to yell at God all my thoughts and questions. I've noticed that a debate has somewhat started about "telling God off" and if He knows all. I believe there is a reason for everything and God has a plan, but we don't always understand it and we become frustrated and that's ok&lt;/blockquote&gt;It's hard to think that we could ever yell at God.  However, I know of scriptures that have Psalmists questioning God, and wondering when He is going to pull them out of the hole in which they are stuck.  I can definitely identify with the song that The Fray wrote, because I often wonder why God does the things He does.  I'm so glad though to have a God who not only promises us that He will take care of us, He actually does it.  So even though my little brain, that can't comprehend what God is doing, constantly questions His work I will continue to trust Him in everything He does in my life.  Here is the kicker: Even though the writer of the song is wondering, "Why'd you have to wait, where were you, where were you...."  God still finds us, and it's His timing.  So, if I can leave you with any encouragement...have faith that He will pull you out of the wilderness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Philippians 1&lt;br /&gt;6 And I am sure of this, that he who began a good work in you will bring it to completion at the day of Jesus Christ.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-5218087638079937734?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/5218087638079937734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=5218087638079937734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/5218087638079937734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/5218087638079937734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/03/interpretation.html' title='interpretation'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-626093346877346407</id><published>2009-02-17T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T05:24:28.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving One Another</title><content type='html'>These past few weeks have been a time of confession, reconnection and a time to learn how to love.  I long for a companion that I can love, daily, more than myself.  Until then, I will focus on loving everyone more than myself.  This sounds great on paper(or in this case on blogger), but can prove to be more difficult when attempting to put into practice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the weekend with some of my favorite people, including Timmy, Heath, my parents, Cassin &amp;amp; Brant, and of course Max (Sir Maximus the Young).  I can love these people with the greatest of ease, because they pour into my life so much.  Max is so easy to love when he stretches his arms out for me just to be held for a few seconds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people that make it difficult to love are people that may do these things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cut me off on the highway&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ignore me when I try to talk to them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Look at me the wrong way&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;However, what is our call?  Should we just love those that are easy to love?  I can think of no greater example to remember when these people present themselves to me in these ways than Jesus Christ.  I long to be like Him, but do not try to follow in his footsteps.  This is why it is so easy for Christ to be mocked, because His followers claim to be like Christ and don't do things that he teaches.  In the words of Ghandi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I like your Christ.  I do not like your Christians, they look so unlike your Christ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Oh Lord, please let me reflect who You are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to school now, Go Stars!!!  5th place is looking pretty sweet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-626093346877346407?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/626093346877346407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=626093346877346407' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/626093346877346407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/626093346877346407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/02/loving-one-another.html' title='Loving One Another'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-2988746112984077992</id><published>2009-02-04T14:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T14:38:25.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge</title><content type='html'>I was challenged by a good friend of mine the other day.  I had asked him for some help in controlling my sins.  As I type this now, I can see how foolish I am in saying this.  I don't just want to control them, or even control the symptoms...I want to destroy them, and only through the saving grace of Jesus Christ.  Mike told me of the symptoms of my sins were pulling me down.  I would venture to say that I didn't exactly understand until he explained it to me.  He challenged me to look for the problems and sins.  I really think that the things that are eating away at me are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend too much time believing that I deserve something&lt;br /&gt;I spend too much time believing that I need to earn God's grace&lt;br /&gt;      -I don't think that I deserve it&lt;br /&gt;I spend too much time thinking that I can do it on my own&lt;br /&gt;I get impatient when others are rude&lt;br /&gt;I anger easily, even though it may not be completely evident&lt;br /&gt;I will try to get my way, even if this means lying/cheating&lt;br /&gt;I spend a lot of time sulking about the past...this is a big one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I should be doing but probably aren't include:&lt;br /&gt;Daily reading&lt;br /&gt;Prayer-continuously/frequently&lt;br /&gt;Deep conversations&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-2988746112984077992?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/2988746112984077992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=2988746112984077992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/2988746112984077992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/2988746112984077992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/02/challenge.html' title='Challenge'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-7175156727636623831</id><published>2009-02-04T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T07:22:23.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Mornings</title><content type='html'>I awoke this morning at 6, even though I'm pretty sure I could have slept til 8.  I decided to head up to Starbucks and have some coffee.  What an incredible feeling to be awake and not have much going on.  I was able to get some things done on my computer to make e-mailing/scheduling much easier and efficient. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much to say right now, because I just realized that I have to go to work now.  I will try to continue this later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-7175156727636623831?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7175156727636623831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=7175156727636623831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/7175156727636623831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/7175156727636623831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2009/02/early-mornings.html' title='Early Mornings'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-8841805377636221164</id><published>2008-12-25T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T19:08:54.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 08'</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here at my folks' house, watching my Dad "master" his Tiger Woods game on Wii.  I'm so happy he got this game system, so he can play his favorite sport even when he is at home.  I really had a great time with the family this year.  Max got to open presents for the 1st time, which was such an amazing experience.  How awesome it was to see him rip the paper from his toy truck and be so excited to just be holding the wrapping paper in his hands.  He thought that was it.  I could hear him saying to himself, "YESSSSSSS, WRAPPING PAPER!!!!!!!!  Just what I always wanted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've said it before, but I really feel  like blogging more.  It will be easier now, because I have a new laptop that I feel  like will be with me everywhere.  I'll blog in my down time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas' focus, which it should have been in the past has been heavily on the image of God coming down as Christ and as a human.  I think of an idea that I had last year, which was rather foolish, but I was just confused.  I wondered if God had removed his "Godness," if you will to become fully human.  I have no doubt that Jesus has and always will be fully God.  Without this coming of Christ, we would still be so lost.  Without the slaughtering of the lamb, where would be?  Thank you Jesus for coming as a lamb to the slaughter for my soul.  I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are a little raw, and I hope there is no confusion here.  Happy Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-8841805377636221164?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/8841805377636221164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=8841805377636221164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/8841805377636221164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/8841805377636221164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-08.html' title='Christmas 08&apos;'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-5771008724128952293</id><published>2008-10-31T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T15:56:24.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="defs"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_label start"&gt;I've been thinking about the phrase, "being above reproach."  However, if I honestly desire to live above reproach and desire to encourage my brothers to be above reproach, then I think it is only necessary to understand what the word means:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; an expression of rebuke or disapproval&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_label start"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; the act or action of &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/reproaching" class="formulaic"&gt;reproaching&lt;/a&gt; or disapproving &lt;span class="vi"&gt;&lt;was&gt;reproach&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/was&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_label start"&gt;3 a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; a cause or occasion of blame, discredit, or disgrace&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="sense_label"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/discredit" class="lookup"&gt;discredit&lt;/a&gt;           ,  &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/disgrace" class="lookup"&gt;disgrace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_label start"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;obsolete&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; one subjected to censure or scorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll speak mainly on the 3rd one.  I feel like as sinners saved by grace, we forget occasionally that we need to not only appear blameless sometimes.  However, to live above reproach is to have no "cause or occasion of blame," that could discredit you or disgrace you in anyway.  As I attempt to live this way, I pray that the Holy Spirit will continue to press into my soul.  I also pray that I will live in a way that no one can question what I believe in.  In the words of Robert Randolph:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;When I Wake up in the morning, I want to know that my family, friends and fans know what I believe in and what I'm all about.  That's what should be important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/388650325169624295-5771008724128952293?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/5771008724128952293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=5771008724128952293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/5771008724128952293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/5771008724128952293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-been-thinking-about-phrase-being.html' title=''/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-1299682632233348578</id><published>2008-10-28T20:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T20:29:17.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Max</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/DarrellDBarnes/SQfXkhSmOzI/AAAAAAAAAc0/NMmT4Zhx2Fk/s128/Sleepy%20Boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 128px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/DarrellDBarnes/SQfXkhSmOzI/AAAAAAAAAc0/NMmT4Zhx2Fk/s128/Sleepy%20Boy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/DarrellDBarnes/SQfXUKfNSGI/AAAAAAAAAb0/pXpNSI48sys/s128/The%20Great%20Pumpkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 128px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/DarrellDBarnes/SQfXUKfNSGI/AAAAAAAAAb0/pXpNSI48sys/s128/The%20Great%20Pumpkin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/DarrellDBarnes/SQfXj20KFKI/AAAAAAAAAcc/yr95APD7bYU/s128/Me%20%26%20Max.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 97px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/DarrellDBarnes/SQfXj20KFKI/AAAAAAAAAcc/yr95APD7bYU/s128/Me%20%26%20Max.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I decided to post one more tonight.  It will be short, because it's just pictures of Max.  He is the cutest kid ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/DarrellDBarnes/SQfXkTODFSI/AAAAAAAAAcs/OU28EmGTvFo/s128/Pumpkin%20Patch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 96px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/DarrellDBarnes/SQfXkTODFSI/AAAAAAAAAcs/OU28EmGTvFo/s128/Pumpkin%20Patch.jpg" alt="" 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/388650325169624295-1299682632233348578?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/1299682632233348578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=1299682632233348578' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/1299682632233348578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/1299682632233348578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2008/10/max.html' title='Max'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/DarrellDBarnes/SQfXkhSmOzI/AAAAAAAAAc0/NMmT4Zhx2Fk/s72-c/Sleepy%20Boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-7028075854286709018</id><published>2008-10-28T20:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T20:11:28.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T</title><content type='html'>I'm ready for bed.  I can't wait to go to sleep and enjoy some peace and quiet.  Today's been a rough day.  Thank you Jesus for the perseverance that you have given me today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-7028075854286709018?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7028075854286709018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=7028075854286709018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/7028075854286709018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/7028075854286709018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2008/10/t.html' title='T'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-5196003395805189497</id><published>2008-10-27T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T02:39:04.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>I can't begin to tell you how much good came out of last night.  Confession really does bring you closer to God.  As I journey through this day, I will remember that Christ is beautiful and will always seek me out.  Thank you Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-5196003395805189497?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/5196003395805189497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=5196003395805189497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/5196003395805189497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/5196003395805189497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2008/10/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-2596527229791513351</id><published>2008-10-27T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T15:43:39.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7LcyQOLVS_U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7LcyQOLVS_U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/388650325169624295-2596527229791513351?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/2596527229791513351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=2596527229791513351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/2596527229791513351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/2596527229791513351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-210169573285207454</id><published>2008-10-10T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T14:38:20.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Arena</title><content type='html'>Tonight starts the quest for Lord Stanley's Cup.  5 out of 6 hockey experts have the Stars winning their division, and 2 out of the 6 have the Stars winning the Cup.  It's going to be an exciting journey.  Won't you come along with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-210169573285207454?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/210169573285207454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=210169573285207454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/210169573285207454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/210169573285207454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2008/10/from-arena.html' title='From the Arena'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-5088154292381915299</id><published>2008-10-08T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:04:14.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful Weather</title><content type='html'>I woke up this AM and walked outside to go to work around 5:00.  It was so cold.  I was very excited about this weather that was coming.  I'm looking at the thermometer right now at 5 pm and it reads 82 degrees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a pretty good day so far.  I worked for about 6 hours, and actually got to make quite a few drinks.  It was the 1st time in a while that Kerry put me on bar.  After work, I came home to hang with Rob for a bit and have some lunch.  Then I took a nap.  I awoke to Rob telling me that we needed to go help Clint with moving some tables.  It was a good nap except for the fact that I woke up on my arm so it was still asleep for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got the tables moved we were listening to some Lecrae on the way back.  There was a song called "Souled Out," which had a line that said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I would rather die like Christ&lt;br /&gt;Than live unholy &lt;/blockquote&gt;This is a great outlook on life.  Can I ever say this and mean it?  Who knows, but I'm going to strive after it.  Another line from the song was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The same God you pray to before you&lt;br /&gt;sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;The same God you disrespect when you&lt;br /&gt;creep at night&lt;/blockquote&gt;That one got me.  I think about all the times that I'll pray to God and worship Him, but it's the same God that I'm thinking about that I constantly disrespect when I feel like doing my own thing.  No more.  I can't keep doing this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to see a change today.  I am finally feeling like it's getting better.  Thank you to those who are constantly praying for me.  I love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-5088154292381915299?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/5088154292381915299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=5088154292381915299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/5088154292381915299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/5088154292381915299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2008/10/wonderful-weather.html' title='Wonderful Weather'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-5187049840103944459</id><published>2008-10-06T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T20:07:19.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck</title><content type='html'>I find it hard at this moment to know what I'm doing.  I am finding it hard to open up the word and dive into it.  What do I study?  Where can I find the answers?  They're in there, but I don't know where they are.  I need to just be patient. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say this, it's nice to listen to my roommates singing out in the living room.  It's awesome to hear people praising the Lord in my house.  I love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my tooth hurts.  That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://marblecove.blogspot.com"&gt;Marble Cove&lt;/a&gt;&lt;--- Check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-5187049840103944459?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/5187049840103944459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=5187049840103944459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/5187049840103944459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/5187049840103944459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2008/10/stuck.html' title='Stuck'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-3913530371483334159</id><published>2008-09-29T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T07:02:02.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A bit of good news</title><content type='html'>All but 2 of the Stars games this year will be televised on FSN-SW or KDFI.  So, only 2 of the games will be shown on Versus.  Just thought that I'd share that with whoever cared.  GO STARS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-3913530371483334159?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/3913530371483334159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=3913530371483334159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/3913530371483334159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/3913530371483334159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2008/09/bit-of-good-news.html' title='A bit of good news'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-3828630743122607739</id><published>2008-09-28T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T07:35:08.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toffee Nut Latte Perhaps?</title><content type='html'>I got up this morning about 8 o'clock, looked around the room and realized that I didn't need to be up for another hour.  The Predicament: my alarm clock is on the other side of the room.  It's not a big deal usually, except that I did some rearranging in my room yesterday and my dresser ended up next to the head of my bed.  As I got up to turn the alarm off, I kinda stumbled over to it.  I then came back to bed putting my hand down on it first, and as I brought the rest of my body down I realized that my face was directly by the corner of the dresser.  Nothing happened this morning, but I know that someday I am going to severely pay for it by accidentally falling face 1st into the dresser. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does this have to do with Toffee Nut Lattes?  I'm drinking one right now, as we speak.  Now I shall descend the ever descending steps to the kitchen, where my roommate Josh is making Blueberry Muffins and I have a nice pot of Italian Roast brewing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your participation this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-3828630743122607739?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/3828630743122607739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=3828630743122607739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/3828630743122607739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/3828630743122607739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2008/09/toffee-nut-latte-perhaps.html' title='Toffee Nut Latte Perhaps?'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-1929965904161663665</id><published>2008-08-11T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T09:49:51.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Timmy and Heath</title><content type='html'>Dudes, I miss you.  I got to spend some quality time with 2 of my favorite cousins, who happen to be 2 amazing friends, recently.  I love being able to call my family members "friends."  We went out and played some Disc Golf, or "we got our Frolf on" as some of us in the sport call it.  Anyways, it was just a great time to be able to kick back and enjoy some time with them.  I love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note, I'm trying to find that middle ground in between self-righteousness and self-loathing.  Please pray for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-1929965904161663665?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/1929965904161663665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=1929965904161663665' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/1929965904161663665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/1929965904161663665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2008/08/for-timmy-and-heath.html' title='For Timmy and Heath'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-1317723373073156317</id><published>2008-08-08T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T05:01:52.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relief</title><content type='html'>All I can say is that it feels pretty good today.  Thank you Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-1317723373073156317?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/1317723373073156317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=1317723373073156317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/1317723373073156317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/1317723373073156317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2008/08/relief.html' title='Relief'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-6481215946086437785</id><published>2008-08-06T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T20:39:58.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Down</title><content type='html'>So the title of this blog carries 2 meanings.  I was really expecting rain today, and it never happened.  I was hoping to be able to be at work and just watch the rain fall.  Also, I'm listening to David Crowder's "Rain Down," off of the Remedy album.  What a prayer, "Rain down your love on us, rain down your grace."  Imagine for a moment that you are standing out in the open and all of a sudden you are all of a sudden getting soaked by this refreshing precipitation.  I like to think of God's love for us coming down from the heavens in this way.  There's just a complete covering of love and grace that even if you move a little to the left or right, you will still get soaked.  He sends it all, and still has plenty to bring on you.  Crowder uses great imagery to really show us the true meaning of the gospel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't write long, so I'll close with this: we have some amazing neighbors here at the new house.  Well they live down the street, not right next door.  Nels got a call to come outside and there were 2 girls that he knows standing there in the front yard with a cake.  That makes me so happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-6481215946086437785?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/6481215946086437785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=6481215946086437785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/6481215946086437785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/6481215946086437785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2008/08/rain-down.html' title='Rain Down'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-2823898292590394127</id><published>2008-08-05T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:02:14.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelin' Like Home</title><content type='html'>I start this post off by saying, "Yuck the Fankees."  HAHA!!!  After the Rangers' game tonight, which gave the Rangers a 2-0 lead in the series, Mark McLemore was doing the post game wrap up and a fan in the background had a poster board with that phrase written on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was talking to Nels tonight, as we watched the game, and told him that it's starting to feel like I'm at home now.  I put up some posters and pictures in my room and the walls don't feel so bare anymore.  Rob came over to help Ben put his furniture together, but came into my room first to chat.  We discussed how exciting it was to finally be roommates.  I think deep down inside it's something that we've been wanting for a while now.  He challenges me and edits my life.  I like to use the word edit as opposed to saying that he keeps me accountable, because who likes accountants?  Not this guy.  By the way, mad props to Len Sweet for his chapter on Editiability in "&lt;em&gt;11&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Indispensable Relationships&lt;/em&gt; You Can't Be Without."  We both agreed that when we call each other out on stuff it's all in love and there aren't any other motives behind it.  It's going to be great spending time with the guys in my house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note: this past Sunday was a little strange at the Village Denton.  I showed up at 8:20 and the power was off.  All the lights were off, and the band wasn't able to practice.  However, everyone that was there was probably thinking the same thing that I was, "This is going to be sweet."  I immediately thought that the band would have to do an awesome acoustic worship time, and Beau would have to just have a chat with the church family...or maybe pull a sermon out to speak on.  Either way, I was looking forward to a powerless, yet powerful service.  Unfortunately the power came back on and we resumed things as normal, but I still remember thinking that our Villageites are amazing.  They would have been up for the acoustic, raw service that would have surely taken place had the power stayed off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta be honest with you, I really want a Guinness right now.  It sounds so good.  But alas, I must hold out til Friday.  I gotta get this last week of school behind me.  On that note, farewell friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-2823898292590394127?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/2823898292590394127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=2823898292590394127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/2823898292590394127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/2823898292590394127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2008/08/feelin-like-home.html' title='Feelin&apos; Like Home'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-749700538677454352</id><published>2008-08-04T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T23:11:26.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't it strange...</title><content type='html'>I've finally moved into my new house with some awesome dudes.  I'm excited and a little anxious to begin the assimilation process.  I'm enjoying getting up early and feeling the sunlight coming in through the windows which was a rarity at the Orange House.  I just think that that house had too many trees covering up the sun.  As I walk down the stairs, I can already spot the coffee maker next to the Espresso machine.  Which coffee pound will I use today? And which machine will I use?  Speaking of the coffee pound, I picked up some Espresso Roast beans today, and Rob is coming over in the morning to have some shots and breakfast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this week is going to be a little rough.  I have 3 tests, 5 quizzes and a couple of assignments due.  Friday can't come soon enough.  Speaking of which, it's going to be a great weekend, and that's all I can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Dave is coming to town in a couple of weeks, and he will be bringing some good friends.  I'm very excited.  He's been playing a song by Peter Gabriel in his set lists this Summer called "Sledgehammer."  It's pretty sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I got for tonight.  I'm tired and ready for sleep.  I love you all, well most of you anyway.  G'night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-749700538677454352?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/749700538677454352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=749700538677454352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/749700538677454352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/749700538677454352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2008/08/isnt-it-strange.html' title='Isn&apos;t it strange...'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-5816132553116633562</id><published>2008-07-08T15:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T12:14:39.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calm Before The Storm</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here at 5:29 pm, waiting for my night class to start.  I've had 4 days off from school, and I'm not looking forward to getting right back into it.  A lot of great things have been happening in the past few days though.  I started the Coffee Pound Madness, as it were, yesterday.  Starbucks hired me and I look forward to a fun and exciting job there.  I also started working out twice a day, and am eating right which makes me get through the day a bit easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Crazy, I've been thinkin'&lt;br /&gt;Just knowing that the world is round&lt;br /&gt;And here I'm dancing on the ground,&lt;br /&gt;Am I right side up or upside down,&lt;br /&gt;Is this real or am I dreaming?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I'd throw that in there for any of you Dave fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta get to class, but I'll try to find some time in my busyness to get some posts up soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-5816132553116633562?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/5816132553116633562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=5816132553116633562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/5816132553116633562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/5816132553116633562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2008/07/calm-before-storm.html' title='Calm Before The Storm'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-2243664803637722686</id><published>2008-06-24T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T00:45:38.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When will the idiocy stop?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-2243664803637722686?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/2243664803637722686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=2243664803637722686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/2243664803637722686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/2243664803637722686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-will-idiocy-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-4329148408376540039</id><published>2008-06-08T21:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:09:42.163-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Len Sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patience'/><title type='text'>Slow ride...Take it easy</title><content type='html'>So, as a best friend of mine you probably know that sometimes I get ahead of myself.  I say that, because the only people that really read this site are in fact some of my best friends.  I've sat here in silence for about an hour now after Aaron went off to bed.  I've been thinking about how I'm going to accomplish the things that I want...and how I can get them done quickly.  Here's what I know: I am alive now, there is no promise of being alive in a little bit, and I am worrying about tomorrow.  Not to scare you, but about 5 minutes ago I felt really weird...like my body was about to shut down.  It was a little strange.  However, I know that God could at anytime decide to call me home, which wouldn't be a bad thing..haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that said, I beg you to pray for patience in my life.  I'm also struggling with the message from this morning.  If I had to tell you which scenario my life resembles right now, I would have to say it is either the 2nd or 3rd one.  I've got a few things in my life that I have traded intimacy with Jesus for, and that is pathetic.  If you feel led, pray that I am broken as soon as possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little bit extra for you:  I was reading an article about Len Sweet, and the subject was on the church changing not the gospel.  However, it did mention that with the culture being completely different than it was back in the day, we must change in order to reach others.  I'm still chewing on it.  Sweet said that when you stop changing, you die.  The definition of death is when the body refuses to change.  Just thought that was insightful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-4329148408376540039?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/4329148408376540039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=4329148408376540039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/4329148408376540039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/4329148408376540039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2008/06/slow-ridetake-it-easy.html' title='Slow ride...Take it easy'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-7668856659201216664</id><published>2008-04-03T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T09:09:39.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>I was asked a question last night by ol' ALP.  He wanted to know the people that were the most influential in my life, and the people that I influence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the people that influence me the most (In no particular order):&lt;br /&gt;1) Lan.  We have good talks on Wednesday mornings about everything.&lt;br /&gt;2) Jeremy Irwin.  He models after Christ with his servant natured heart.&lt;br /&gt;3) Aaron Power.  Legendary.&lt;br /&gt;4) Julian Arriaga.  We have great talks in the evenings.&lt;br /&gt;5) My Dad.  He's beginning to talk to me like a man.  Our relationship has been through some serious crap, but has been rebuilt into a man to man relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People I feel that I influence:&lt;br /&gt;1) I think that through the conversations, Julian and I give and take from each other...so I think that he might be influenced by me even if just a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;2) I hope that I influence the KV kids.&lt;br /&gt;3) There are some lady folk that I hang out with that I hope I'm influencing.  I hope that they look at me and say that guy is striving to be a man after God, and not some loser.&lt;br /&gt;4) I feel that I have influence over some of the guys in the house, even though it seems that I have to be an ass to get them to do anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I got for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-7668856659201216664?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7668856659201216664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=7668856659201216664' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/7668856659201216664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/7668856659201216664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2008/04/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-578892468547376236</id><published>2008-04-02T08:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T08:32:10.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Early mornings</title><content type='html'>My dad woke me up at the crack of dawn...oh wait, it was an hour before the crack of dawn, around 6:45ish.  I wasn't ready to wake up, but I'm glad I did.  I turned on a pot of coffee and got to chat with him for a bit, because he came up to Denton to get a tax document.  It was nice to spend some morning time with him, which is a rare occasion now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got into the word some.  I've been reading through Genesis.  I'm up to chapter 43 now.  Joseph is an interesting character in the bible, definitely a man of God.  It really is awesome to be able to revisit these times in history of great men.  I'm at the part in which he is 2nd to the Pharaoh.  His brothers come to get some food for their house and run into Joseph, not even knowing that it is in fact their brother that they sold into slavery some 15 years back.  One of the stories that hit me is when they bring their youngest brother back to Egypt upon Joseph's request.  Joseph sees him and has to leave the room to go and weep.  I enjoy seeing strong men in the bible that can cry and show emotions.  You can tell that he has such love for his younger sibling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading, I went and met with Lan for about an hour or so.  we had some good conversation.  It's beginning to be a comfortable meeting time with him, doing life with him.  Phillip Blecker was there, so we chatted it up with him too.  I really do love the early mornings, especially when they are spent with brothers in Christ.  Thank you Jesus for the stirring of my affections this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-578892468547376236?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/578892468547376236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=578892468547376236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/578892468547376236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/578892468547376236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2008/04/early-mornings.html' title='Early mornings'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-6597128046648108712</id><published>2008-04-01T04:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T05:04:13.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Change the World...</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about the simple words of Dave Matthews, "To change the world...you might die trying."  Maybe it's because it's 6:30 in the morning, and I'm a little sleep deprived, but I have been thinking how true this statement is.  Immediately 3 people popped into my head: Martin Luther King Jr., William Wallace and Jesus Christ.  MLK stood for what he believed in the middle of a racist country and changed, and is still changing the minds and hearts of people all across the nation.  Wallace gave his life for his country so that they may experience many of the freedoms that they enjoy today.  Christ laid down his life so that everybody may have eternal life, grace and a purpose.  These 3 were able to die to their self and sacrifice so much in order to free others from bondage, discrimination and other forms of wickedness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will we as Christians distinguish ourselves from the world, and earnestly seek to impact our neighbors?  I suppose that the only way that we can do this is to die to ourselves and not be of our body anymore.  "To live is Christ, and to die is gain." Phil 1:21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've been jamming to some new tunes this week.  Check out Crowder's new album entitled "Remedy," as well as Counting Crows new one called "Saturday Nights &amp;amp; Sunday Morning."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-6597128046648108712?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/6597128046648108712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=6597128046648108712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/6597128046648108712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/6597128046648108712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2008/04/to-change-world.html' title='To Change the World...'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-690265730644873353</id><published>2008-03-28T15:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T06:56:29.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laziness Notes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Laziness&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.05in; text-indent: -0.9in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;What excuses do we create in our minds that hinder us from accomplishing our tasks&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.15in; text-indent: -0.7in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;I just want to sleep&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.15in; text-indent: -0.7in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;I’ll do it tomorrow&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.15in; text-indent: -0.7in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;I don’t have time&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.15in; text-indent: -0.7in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;4.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Too busy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.05in; text-indent: -0.9in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;B.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Let’s look at how our heart and mind work.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We need to realize that “our heart exploits our mind to justify what the heart wants.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.15in; text-indent: -0.7in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Our deepest desires will precede the rational functioning of our minds and incline the mind to perceive and think in a way that makes the desires seem right…*Justify*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.45in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;a)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Doing things for the sake of community&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.45in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;b)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Not working because you’re using the time to find yourself&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.15in; text-indent: -0.7in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Proverbs &lt;st1:time minute="13" hour="22"&gt;22:13&lt;/st1:time&gt; “The Sluggard says, ‘there is a lion outside; I will be slain in the streets!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.45in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;a)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Basically, the sluggard desires to stay home, which delays him from working, exercising, etc.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.7in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;There’s no good reason to stay home&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.7in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;He uses his mind to create unreal circumstances to justify his desire&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.15in; text-indent: -0.7in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Deception can cause 2 things&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.45in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;a)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Moral depravity, or a depraved mind&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.7in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Romans 1:28-32&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.7in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;2 Timothy 3:1-9&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.45in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;b)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Mental Derangement&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.7in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Deceiving others&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.7in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Deceiving ourselves by continuous deception that even we start to believe our own lies &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.15in; text-indent: -0.7in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;4.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Proverbs 26:16&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.45in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;a)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;“The sluggard is wiser in his own eyes than seven men who can give a discreet answer.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.7in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Laziness makes us ignorant of our ignorance and resistant to the truth that exposes our laziness.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.7in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Even if 7 wise men came to the sluggard and said, “There is no lion in the street,” the sluggard still thinks there is, because in his own eyes there is a lion.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.9in; text-indent: -0.65in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;If he admits that there is not a lion, his laziness will be exposed for what it is.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.7in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Last night we talked bout this in a relatable sense.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We decided that a good example would be someone who has a goal, and for arguments sake we’ll use the job issue.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I were to tell you that I wanted to go get a certain job, but if I walk outside the monster from Cloverfield would attack me, you would think that I was crazy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, I’ve decided that that is what my excuse will be and won’t back down, because I’m prideful.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.15in; text-indent: -0.7in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;5.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Warning-----Romans 1:18-23.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.45in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;a)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;We’ll call this the Wrath of God on the unrighteous.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;II.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Sexual Sin&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.05in; text-indent: -0.9in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Proverbs &lt;st1:time minute="14" hour="22"&gt;22:14&lt;/st1:time&gt;(follows after the verse dealing with the sluggard)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.15in; text-indent: -0.7in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Proverbs 5:3-4.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is how the adulteress snares you into her pit, and how you are destroyed because of it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.05in; text-indent: -0.9in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;B.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;10 Steps toward sexual sin&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.15in; text-indent: -0.7in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Falling in love with the present world&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.45in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;a)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;2 Timothy 4:10&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.7in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Demas used to be a part of the ministry as Colossians 4:14 points out&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.7in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;The world had become too attractive to him so he forsook his leadership role.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.45in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;b)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Luke &lt;st1:time minute="46" hour="20"&gt;20:46&lt;/st1:time&gt; and Luke &lt;st1:time minute="14" hour="8"&gt;8:14&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.7in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Successful leadership exposes the leader more and more to alluring forces&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.15in; text-indent: -0.7in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Loss of horror at offending the majesty of God’s holiness through sin&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.45in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;a)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;2 Samuel 12:7-10&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.7in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;We turn the gospel of grace into leniency, “Grace will abound.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.7in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Perfectly innocent and good things may need to be sacrificed for the sake of vigilance against sin.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.9in; text-indent: -0.65in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Not going to lunch with that female coworker alone when you’re in a relationship.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.9in; text-indent: -0.65in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Can’t happen where someone has lost his horror at offending the holiness of God&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.15in; text-indent: -0.7in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Sense of immunity from accountability and authority&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.45in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;a)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;3 John 9&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.7in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;As you begin to fall in love with your power and prestige, you begin to secure your “gains” by developing immunity from accountability and authority&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.9in; text-indent: -0.65in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Leaders of our church are involved in homegroups&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.9in; text-indent: -0.65in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Driscoll doesn’t travel alone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;May be more expensive, but is worth the price to stay accountable&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.15in; text-indent: -0.7in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;4.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Succumbing to itching ears as love of truth evaporates&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.45in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;a)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;2 Timothy 4:3-4&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.7in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Once the love of truth is weakened, integrity has no leg stand on&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.7in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;We start rationalizing and compromising our own beliefs in order to suit our own needs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This can lead to the satisfying of our sexual desires&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.45in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;b)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;WARNING 2 Thessalonians 2:9-10&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.15in; text-indent: -0.7in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;5.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;A vanishing attention to scripture&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.45in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;a)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;2 Timothy 3:16-17&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.7in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;If we are not reading scripture, we can’t be doing the things that the scripture says&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.7in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Effects on sexuality: Loose and sloppy handling of scripture leads to loose and sloppy living&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.15in; text-indent: -0.7in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;6.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Growing disregard for spiritual good of his followers&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.45in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;a)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;1 Kings &lt;st1:time minute="15" hour="14"&gt;14:15&lt;/st1:time&gt;-16&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.7in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;The incentive not to sin diminishes as a disregard for the people takes over&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.7in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;The more we start to love what “we’ve” accomplished, the less we will love those that we should&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.7in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;The vigilance to guard ourselves from sin for their sake(being above reproach) will vanish, and sexual immorality will not seem as dreadful as it once did&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.15in; text-indent: -0.7in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;7.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Disregard for the biblical mystery of marriage&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.45in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;a)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Ephesians 5:31-32&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.7in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;The deepest biblical meaning of marriage has to do with Christ and how he is portrayed to the world.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.15in; text-indent: -0.7in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;8.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Compartmentalizing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.45in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;a)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;1 Timothy 3:2-5&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.7in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Be above reproach in all areas, not just around the body of believers&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.15in; text-indent: -0.7in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;9.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Sense of being above the necessity of suffering and self-denial&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.45in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;a)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;2 Timothy 2:3-6&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.7in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;As teachers and as Christians, we will need to take our share of suffering&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.15in; text-indent: -0.7in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;10.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Giving in to self pity under pressures of loneliness of leadership&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.45in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;a)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;The more we try to get sympathy, the more we are inclined to reward ourselves with unusual and ungodly treats&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.7in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;2 Timothy 4:16-17&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.9in; text-indent: -0.65in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;The Lord is beside you, even when all else desert you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;III.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Wrap up and supplemental verses&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.05in; text-indent: -0.9in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Encouragement&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.15in; text-indent: -0.7in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Romans 12:9-11&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.45in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;a)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Boredom and apathy have taken deep root in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and can easily do the same in us.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.7in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Fight against intrusions of apathy, boredom, laziness and indifference&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.7in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Get in the word and let the Lord of glory speak life and energy and hope into your spirit&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.7in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;BOIL IN THE SPIRIT&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.05in; text-indent: -0.9in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;B.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Supplemental verses (The verses will align with the same number in the 10 steps toward sexual sin above)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.15in; text-indent: -0.7in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;God must be our portion&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.45in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;a)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;1 John &lt;st1:time minute="15" hour="14"&gt;2:15&lt;/st1:time&gt; and 17&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.45in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;b)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;James 4:4&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.45in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;c)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Psalm 4:7&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.45in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;d)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Psalm 73:25-26&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.15in; text-indent: -0.7in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Our acts toward God&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.45in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;a)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Psalm 51:4&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.45in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;b)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Habakkuk 1:13&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.45in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;c)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Proverbs 15:9&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.45in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;d)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Psalm 11:5&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.45in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;e)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Psalm 29:2&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.45in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;f)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Isaiah 29:19&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.15in; text-indent: -0.7in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Submit to counsel/ mentors&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.45in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;a)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Proverbs 15:22&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.15in; text-indent: -0.7in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;4.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Cultivate a love for truth&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.45in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;a)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Luke 16:10&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.45in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;b)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Mark &lt;st1:time minute="14" hour="12"&gt;12:14&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.15in; text-indent: -0.7in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;5.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Memorize Scripture&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.45in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;a)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;2 Timothy 2:15&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.45in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;b)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Psalm 1:2&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.45in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;c)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Psalm 119:11&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.15in; text-indent: -0.7in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;6.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Pray for others&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.45in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;a)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;1 Thessalonians 3:12&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.45in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;b)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Hebrews 10:24&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.15in; text-indent: -0.7in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;7.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Ephesians 5:32&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.15in; text-indent: -0.7in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;8.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Everything is woven together for God’s glory&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.45in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;a)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;1 Corinthians 10:31&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.45in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;b)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Colossians 3:17&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.15in; text-indent: -0.7in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;9.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;SUFFER&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.45in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;a)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Acts &lt;st1:time minute="22" hour="14"&gt;14:22&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.45in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;b)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Luke 9:58&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.45in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;c)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Romans 8:17-30&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.45in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;d)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Romans 8:23&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.15in; text-indent: -0.7in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;10.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Self-Pity is unbelief&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.45in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;a)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Mark 10:29-30&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-690265730644873353?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/690265730644873353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=690265730644873353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/690265730644873353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/690265730644873353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2008/03/laziness-notes.html' title='Laziness Notes'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-5600342368379599586</id><published>2008-03-19T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T23:45:37.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday o' fun</title><content type='html'>So I decided to write about the day that hasn't happened yet, but I will tell you what is to come.  However, she is going to fill in the blanks later with a comment on here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked her up at ________(1)&lt;br /&gt;We left and went to ________(2) for a bite.&lt;br /&gt;Then we caught a __________(__________)(3) around 2:15.&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we went to ___________(4), followed by the ________(5).&lt;br /&gt;To wrap up the evening, we went to __________(6) for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;_____________(7).  (I put the last one, because I don't know how it will end.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great day.  Can you tell?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-5600342368379599586?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/5600342368379599586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=5600342368379599586' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/5600342368379599586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/5600342368379599586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2008/03/thursday-o-fun.html' title='Thursday o&apos; fun'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-2274670036444144876</id><published>2008-03-18T11:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:33:36.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Piper</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.desiringgod.org/Blog/1133_let_judas_shake_you/"&gt;Let Judas Shake You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  March 18, 2008  |  By: &lt;a href="http://www.desiringgod.org/Blog/Author/2_john_piper/"&gt;John Piper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Category: &lt;a href="http://www.desiringgod.org/Blog/Category/21_commentary/"&gt;Commentary&lt;/a&gt;    Judas left the fellowship of the twelve apostles after the anointing in Bethany and arranged to betray Jesus for 30 pieces of silver (Matthew 26:14-15). But when they met again at the last supper, there he was! Near enough to dip in the Savior’s cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our family read this for devotions last night I was angry at the absolute wickedness of Judas coming back to eat Passover with the one he had just sold. I said to my daughter, evidently with more emotion than she was used to, “That is utterly wicked!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, “What is so wicked?” I said: “What if I went out tonight and arranged for a cruel man to kill you on the way to school tomorrow morning? That would be horrible. But then would it not be wicked to high heaven if I came home, after arranging for your murder, and had devotions with you and prayed with you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was shaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small wonder that Jesus said, “It would have been better for that man if he had not been born” (Matthew 26:24).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us be shaken this week, again and again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-2274670036444144876?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/2274670036444144876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=2274670036444144876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/2274670036444144876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/2274670036444144876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2008/03/from-piper.html' title='From Piper'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-1485512261220794123</id><published>2008-03-18T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T01:58:50.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My best friend is a Spaniard</title><content type='html'>So until now, my best friend has been a poser.  Now, he has gone back to his roots and decided that he is in fact a full blood Spaniard.  He has also decided to get engaged to one of the coolest non-spaniard girls ever.  I am so happy for him, because I will now know two of the coolest people in the world that will be married to each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ol' AP(the Spaniard) went to Spain to propose to Denise(Muffin) and have chosen to live together in a most Godly way.  I love you both.  I think about the times I have spent with these two people and couldn't think of a more rad couple around.  He's a little bit country and she's a little bit rock n' roll.  Oh wait, that's not true at all.  What I meant to say is that he's a little bit punk-rock, and she's a little bit into him and his Shananigans.  This is a good thing.  AP...get it sucka.  I love you homey.  Denise, I love you also.  I am so excited that you two get to spend the next 100 years together as a married couple.  I hope that I get to spend a lot of those years with you as a best friend, because I have been pretty faithful thus far.  HAHA!!! Just playing.  But seriously, I've been good to you.  I miss both of you right now, so come here so I can hug you both simultaneously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran out of stuff to say, so...Dave Matthews Band is the greatest!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-1485512261220794123?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/1485512261220794123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=1485512261220794123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/1485512261220794123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/1485512261220794123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-best-friend-is-spaniard.html' title='My best friend is a Spaniard'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-1835232578568982765</id><published>2008-03-12T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T10:35:39.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have all the responsible people gone? (In the tune of "Good People")</title><content type='html'>I've just gotta hope that one of these days some of my friends will step up and be men, instead of being the boys that they have been lately.  I didn't get the memo that said, "In college, you can still be a child and do all of the childish things that you used to do."  I have to step back now and let them be who they are, because I'm tired of trying to be a dad to them which is what it has felt like for the past year or so.  At this point, I can only try to run with those who are stepping up and being responsible for themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really weird post, I know.  However, I needed to write a bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-1835232578568982765?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/1835232578568982765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=1835232578568982765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/1835232578568982765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/1835232578568982765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2008/03/where-have-all-responsible-people-gone.html' title='Where have all the responsible people gone? (In the tune of &quot;Good People&quot;)'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-7833822610127681751</id><published>2008-03-06T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T07:03:07.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends and Such</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0pt auto; background: rgb(0, 0, 0) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; max-width: 511px; text-align: center; line-height: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt; width: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogger-templates.blogspot.com/2007/04/picasa-slideshow.html"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt; float: left;" src="http://btemplates.googlepages.com/add.gif" title="Add to my blog" alt="Picasa Slideshow" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt; float: right;" src="http://btemplates.googlepages.com/picasa.png" title="Go to Picasa Web Albums" alt="Picasa Web Albums" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/DarrellDBarnes/IPodPics/photo?authkey=9U2Uc33B6Xs#s5168813838756840386"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt;" src="http://btemplates.googlepages.com/fullscreen.gif" title="View in fullscreen [Press F11]" alt="Fullscreen" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-7833822610127681751?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7833822610127681751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=7833822610127681751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/7833822610127681751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/7833822610127681751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2008/03/friends-and-such.html' title='Friends and Such'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-4218103084478299764</id><published>2008-03-01T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T11:29:46.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shish-Ka-Bobs</title><content type='html'>So I outdid myself this afternoon.  I think.  I went to the store after playing some basketball with some homies.  I picked up some meat, a bell pepper, an onion and mushrooms and prepared some shish-ka-bobs for the barbecue this afternoon over at Nels' place.  I would take a picture, but my camera is out of batteries so you'll just have to imagine what they look like.  Also, they are marinading in some Baja Chipotle sauce.  That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note: I'm having a great week, especially after spending a lot of it with a special someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-4218103084478299764?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/4218103084478299764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=4218103084478299764' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/4218103084478299764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/4218103084478299764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2008/03/shish-ka-bobs.html' title='Shish-Ka-Bobs'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-583402188118976947</id><published>2008-02-21T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T09:46:22.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from weekend, Enjoy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 194px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background: transparent url(http://picasaweb.google.com/f/img/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat scroll left center; height: 194px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/DarrellDBarnes/2008_02_15?authkey=DA5wR4W6PVM"&gt;&lt;img dragover="true" src="http://lh3.google.com/DarrellDBarnes/R7tQCwE5fuE/AAAAAAAAAII/z7gzEy3aM9g/s160-c/2008_02_15.jpg" style="margin: 1px 0pt 0pt 4px;" height="160" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/DarrellDBarnes/2008_02_15?authkey=DA5wR4W6PVM" style="color: rgb(77, 77, 77); font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"&gt;2008_02_15&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 194px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background: transparent url(http://picasaweb.google.com/f/img/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat scroll left center; height: 194px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/DarrellDBarnes/2008_02_17?authkey=7-mEIB4hHdA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.com/DarrellDBarnes/R7tPqQE5fOE/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bDOe5YUK188/s160-c/2008_02_17.jpg" style="margin: 1px 0pt 0pt 4px;" height="160" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/DarrellDBarnes/2008_02_17?authkey=7-mEIB4hHdA" style="color: rgb(77, 77, 77); font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"&gt;2008_02_17&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 194px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background: transparent url(http://picasaweb.google.com/f/img/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat scroll left center; height: 194px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/DarrellDBarnes/2008_02_16?authkey=v9jtVBejR9I"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.com/DarrellDBarnes/R7tPxwE5feE/AAAAAAAAAHU/vYc0blDtxNc/s160-c/2008_02_16.jpg" style="margin: 1px 0pt 0pt 4px;" height="160" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/DarrellDBarnes/2008_02_16?authkey=v9jtVBejR9I" style="color: rgb(77, 77, 77); font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"&gt;2008_02_16&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on each image above to go to their albums.  I think this is easier than uploading a ton of images.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-583402188118976947?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/583402188118976947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=583402188118976947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/583402188118976947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/583402188118976947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2008/02/pictures-from-weekend-enjoy.html' title='Pictures from weekend, Enjoy.'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388650325169624295.post-7921339810735831488</id><published>2008-02-20T11:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T12:18:04.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Weekend</title><content type='html'>Hey everybody.  I hope this finds you well.  I had an incredibly awesome weekend and at the same time a very tiring weekend.  In the next few paragraphs you will find joy, laughter, heartache (well not really heartache) and maybe a little bit of seriousness.  Will you come and journey with me through my thoughts? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Friday morning I arrived at the hospital early.  My sister was induced at 7 am and the family was up there waiting for something to happen.  I spent time studying for Disciple Now, eating cafeteria food and even catching a 10 minute nap here and there.  Cassi was a real trooper waiting for ol' Max to come to the surface.  About 10 hours later, we got the news that they were going to cut her open and perform a Cesarean (that word might mean something else, I used spell-check) Section.  The nurse came in to check her stats and Cassi had a fan blowing on her.  The nurse, also named Cassandra, asked Cassi if she was hot, and she said she was burning up.  The nurse then went on to say that when she was in labor here crotch was on fire.  TMI?  Maybe, but at least she spoke on it son.  At around 8:45 we got news from Brant, Cassi's husband, that Max had been born.  So now I'm a proud uncle of a 7lb. 5oz, 20 1/2" long baby boy.  WOO WOO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately left the hospital to truck it down to Temple, TX to lead a group of 6 guys at Disciple Now First Baptist Temple.  I got there at 11:30 and went through a session with the dudes.  We hung out for a bit then decided to go to bed and do session 2 in the morning.  I woke them up bright and early at 6:30 and we went through 3 sessions that morning.  We then headed off to the church to participate in a food fight(canned food drive).  Here's where some of the laughter is needed if you have been saving it up.  It was me driving the 6 boys around in my truck, so that's 7 people...breaking the law.  I dropped them off in a neighborhood and let them go up to the door.  I did get griped out by a lady: One of the kids went up to her door and opened a gate in the process to get to her door.  He knocked and waited maybe 4 seconds before he ran to the next house.  They really didn't give people much chance to answer the door.  She then came out of the house yelling, "IS SOMEONE GOING TO SHUT MY GATE?!!!"  I then walked up to her door and she slammed it in my face.  So I could have just walked away, but I decided to knock on her door and make it awkward for her to have to acknowledge the guy that she just slammed the door on.  I apologized for the kids not closing the gate and left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to another house and there were 3 of my boys waiting on the porch for some cans.  A lady emerged with a sack full of cans and such.  2 of the boys came back to the truck screaming, "WOO WOO, we got some cans sucka!"  Ok, so that was paraphrased a bit but you get the point.  One of the boys stayed up on the porch and said that the lady would be out in a sec with more cans.  Sure enough she came out, but not with cans.  She had a business card.  I yelled for him to come back to the truck, but he just stayed up there.  He turned to me and said that her husband was a magician.  I thought, well that's kinda neat..but then I said, "Come back to the truck."  He of course didn't listen.  Then something happened that will change my life forever: The door opened, and a big bellied, hairy chested man emerged from hiding.  I know he was hairy, because he wasn't wearing a shirt.  He asked if we could stay for a demonstration.  I kindly told them that we needed to get back to the church.  Then he whipped out a hanky from somewhere and started doing magic.  He was twirling it around and putting Michael in a trance.  He then tucked it into his hand and the hanky disappeared.  I can't believe that this guy was actually doing magic right there.  It scared the hell out of me so I said, "MICHAEL, RUNNNNN!!! RUN MICHAEL!!!!"  And he finally ran back to the truck, all the while this guy was still doing magic on his porch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have for today, but I will blog about the rest of the weekend at a future time.  Until then, keep chuggin'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/388650325169624295-7921339810735831488?l=darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7921339810735831488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=388650325169624295&amp;postID=7921339810735831488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/7921339810735831488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388650325169624295/posts/default/7921339810735831488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darrelldbarnes.blogspot.com/2008/02/crazy-weekend.html' title='Crazy Weekend'/><author><name>Darrell Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203450818868653025</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/_hjU1DM2u0eE/S_dXzcaJOaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/j5PAuJHWU4c/S220/IMG_3242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
