<?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-7577940369373024398</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:39:20.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THOUGHTS FOR THE THIRSTY</title><subtitle type='html'>THE OFFICIAL BLOG OF JON BROWN AND H2O STUDENT MINISTRIES</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjonsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7577940369373024398/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjonsthoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>THOUGHTS FOR THE THIRSTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753537576352609189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7577940369373024398.post-7454761509165031734</id><published>2009-01-16T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T11:58:34.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Highly Toxic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgs1KZHRCXs/SXDi6OAqtKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/NVoakiiXQSM/s1600-h/poison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgs1KZHRCXs/SXDi6OAqtKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/NVoakiiXQSM/s320/poison.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291979051981517986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I am reading through my Daily Bible this year, I am blown away today at the commentary from Genesis 36 about how Esau's descendants carry on the bitterness and unforgiveness of their father Esau toward Jacob and his line of descendants for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thousands&lt;/span&gt; of years!  Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard it said that "unforgiveness is the POISON we drink, hoping that the other person will die".  Evidently it is not only the poison we drink but the poison that is passed on to our kids and on to their kids and on down the line.  Scary stuff if you ask me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you highly toxic?  What poison have you been drinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a good hard look at yourself in the mirror and look at your kids or future kids &amp;amp; family today and count the costs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7577940369373024398-7454761509165031734?l=pjonsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjonsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7454761509165031734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7577940369373024398&amp;postID=7454761509165031734' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7577940369373024398/posts/default/7454761509165031734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7577940369373024398/posts/default/7454761509165031734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjonsthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/highly-toxic.html' title='Highly Toxic'/><author><name>THOUGHTS FOR THE THIRSTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753537576352609189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgs1KZHRCXs/SXDi6OAqtKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/NVoakiiXQSM/s72-c/poison.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7577940369373024398.post-1091307096235554268</id><published>2008-12-30T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T09:29:38.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Excuse For Far Too Long</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgs1KZHRCXs/SVq5qOzdx_I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_L1sQR9UJ7k/s1600-h/L41b-Samuel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgs1KZHRCXs/SVq5qOzdx_I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_L1sQR9UJ7k/s320/L41b-Samuel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285741247852300274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have excuses for everything, don't we?  As one of my fellow pastor's, &lt;a href="http://jasonhirsch.wordpress.com/"&gt;Jason Hirsch&lt;/a&gt; used to say all the time.  "Excuses are like rear ends.  Everyone has them and they all stink."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is I like to use them.   They get me out of things...like taking out the trash, finishing the painting in Brianna's room, cleaning out my garage, and so many other things on the to do list.  Well, maybe they really don't work after all.  Janet (my wife) is really good at sniffing out lame excuses and calling me on them.  I admire her drive and self-discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the top excuses I have used in the past in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;1.  I can't go into full-time ministry, I would have to preach, and I am so afraid to speak in public.&lt;br /&gt;2.  I can't spend time with God today.  I have way too much things to get done and not enough time.&lt;br /&gt;3. I am not going to finish that now honey, i will do it later, I am way too tired.  (This never works, I don't even know why I try to use it anymore.)&lt;br /&gt;4. I am not going to work out today, I am too tired/lazy/sick/busy/etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By the way, check out David in the picture above, he has got some serious stinkin' guns!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My greatest passion in life is give my life away in such a way that I bring LIFE to everyone I come in contact with.  If I were to choose my epitaph, I would want it to say, "His Life Gave Us Life"  With this in mind, I truly believe that God has called me to train and mentor this next generation of pastors and specifically youth pastors, kinda like a Samuel to the David's of this next generation.  I see my God-given calling is to see potential in others (maybe even potential that most others do not even see) and call it out and annoint them for their God-given position and calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had so many amazing mentors that have poured their guts into me and believed in me.  People like, my mom and dad, my youth pastor,Barry Phipps, &lt;a href="http://www.southbridgecc.org/"&gt;Darin Poli&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youthandleadership.com/index.php?option=com_myblog&amp;amp;blogger=nate&amp;amp;Itemid=45"&gt;Nate Ruch&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youthleaderscoach.com/home.asp"&gt;Jeanne Mayo&lt;/a&gt;, Dan Hunter (former yp of &lt;a href="http://www.sevenministries.com/students/index.php"&gt;Seven Student Ministries&lt;/a&gt;), &lt;a href="http://www.fmmc.com/"&gt;Art VanZanten&lt;/a&gt; (my bro in-law), &lt;a href="http://www.samfarina.com/"&gt;Sam Farina&lt;/a&gt;, and many many others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all that they have poured into me, I have felt a strong passion and calling to pour into others and speak life over them like so many have done for me.  However, MY EXCUSE FOR FAR TOO LONG has been:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I can't mentor other youth pastors.  I am young.  I have nothing to offer.  I am just a nobody from a small town and small church.  Why would anyone want to listen to me?  I don't think people would want to learn from me.  What if they think I am some "cocky" pastor who thinks he knows it all?  I need to get a few more years of proven ministry under my belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now realize, but wish I would have realized sooner, that not only is this a God-given passion, but a God-given mandate to all Christians.  I cannot afford to wait until I know more, am smarter and more wise.  I am called and I must puh past all my fears and excuses and step up to the plate and go to bat.  Future ministers are waiting and may just be waiting out in the fields watching the sheep.  Current youth pastors may need a dose of hope and vision, because they have been wandering in the dessert and are not seeing their God-given dreams fulfilled and maybe even are having spears thrown at them.  Whatever the story may be, I know my excuse for far too long have been lame and pathetic.  I know that it is time for me to rise up and mentor the next generation.  I know that it has been so many other's excuse for far too long as well and it is time for this generation of pastors and lay people to rise up and call out, annoint, and inspire the next generation of ministers of the Gospel of Jesus Christ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How about you? Will you lay aside all excuses and step up to this high calling, to be a Samuel to the Davids?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=rom%2015:1-6;&amp;amp;version=65;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Romans 15:1-6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7577940369373024398-1091307096235554268?l=pjonsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjonsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1091307096235554268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7577940369373024398&amp;postID=1091307096235554268' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7577940369373024398/posts/default/1091307096235554268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7577940369373024398/posts/default/1091307096235554268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjonsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-excuse-for-far-too-long.html' title='My Excuse For Far Too Long'/><author><name>THOUGHTS FOR THE THIRSTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753537576352609189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgs1KZHRCXs/SVq5qOzdx_I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_L1sQR9UJ7k/s72-c/L41b-Samuel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7577940369373024398.post-3141157802533980808</id><published>2008-12-08T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:44:48.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Mess!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgs1KZHRCXs/ST2VOj1VQ8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/TLfnRrY5Td4/s1600-h/getty.finger_pointing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgs1KZHRCXs/ST2VOj1VQ8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/TLfnRrY5Td4/s320/getty.finger_pointing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277538415717729218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And who would dare tangle with God by messing with one of God's chosen?  Who would dare to EVEN POINT A FINGER?  The one who died for us - who was raised to life for us! - is in the presence of God &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at this very moment&lt;/span&gt; sticking up for us.  Do you think anyone is going to be able to drive a wedge between us and Christ's love for us?  There is no way!  Not trouble, not hard times, not hatred, not hunger, not homelessness, not bullying threats, not backstabbing, not even the worst sins listed in Scripture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of this fazes us because Jesus loves us.  I'm absolutely convinced that nothing - NOTHING living or dead, angelic or demonic, today or tomorrow, high or low, thinkable or unthinkable - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ABSOLUTELY NOTHING&lt;/span&gt; can get between us and God's love because of the way that Jesus our Master has embraced us.                    -Romans 8:33-39 (MSG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks you Jesus for loving me this much!  I can walk in confidence that nothing will get between me and Your incredible, overwhelming love!  So don't mess!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My encouragement is to walk confidently in this same grace and love today in your own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more on grace and God's love check out Judah Smith's (one of my youth pastor heros) website on grace:  &lt;a href="http://www.triumphofgrace.com/"&gt;www.triumphofgrace.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7577940369373024398-3141157802533980808?l=pjonsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjonsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3141157802533980808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7577940369373024398&amp;postID=3141157802533980808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7577940369373024398/posts/default/3141157802533980808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7577940369373024398/posts/default/3141157802533980808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjonsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/dont-mess.html' title='Don&apos;t Mess!!!'/><author><name>THOUGHTS FOR THE THIRSTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753537576352609189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgs1KZHRCXs/ST2VOj1VQ8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/TLfnRrY5Td4/s72-c/getty.finger_pointing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7577940369373024398.post-8631917378243850274</id><published>2008-12-04T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T14:25:10.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgs1KZHRCXs/SThXgJvG97I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/u1Hjenpg92M/s1600-h/FH000044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgs1KZHRCXs/SThXgJvG97I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/u1Hjenpg92M/s320/FH000044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276063173345474482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my new favorite songs of all-time is Desperation Band's, "I Will Go".  It brings memories of my very first missions trip to Panama flooding back to my brain and my heart.  Memories of passing out thousands of copies of the Book of Hope in the public schools, and memories of God imprinting my heart with a passion for missions and the lost!  (these are the photos from that trip to Panama- don't laugh too hard!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It brings memories and emotions of those moments around the altars at North Central University in Minneapolis, MN where I wason my knees crying out to God that I would go wherever He wanted to send me.  I remember Him distinctly speaking to my heart that He was calling me to youth ministry and that "out of my youth ministry He would call out missionaries".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this song brings me to my knees again today as I listen to it on my iTunes as I work in my office on our 2009 missions trips.  I have HUGE dreams to bring 150+ of our students with us on local and foreign missions trips this year alone!  I simply cry out, "Here I am God!  Send me!" I simply want to be used by Him and I truly want to live with passion and reckless abondon to give students every opportunity to GO and every opportunity to hear God's call for their life, and every opportunity to LIVE mission.  Check out the song on youtube.  It may just become your life song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=90P9c9K-nxo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=90P9c9K-nxo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;LYRICS (a few lines)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I Will Go"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperation Band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;You’re calling out, “who will go?”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;I will go. I will live the life. I’ll give it all for Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll tell the world that You are God.&lt;br /&gt;I will go. Hear my battle cry. Give me wings so I can fly&lt;br /&gt;and tell the world that You are God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here am I, here am I, I will give all that is mine.&lt;br /&gt;Here am I, here am I, Jesus come and spend my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;I will go. I will live the life.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give it all for Jesus Christ. I’ll tell the world that You are God.&lt;br /&gt;I will go. Hear my battle cry.&lt;br /&gt;Give me wings so I can fly and tell the world that You are God&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7577940369373024398-8631917378243850274?l=pjonsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjonsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8631917378243850274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7577940369373024398&amp;postID=8631917378243850274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7577940369373024398/posts/default/8631917378243850274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7577940369373024398/posts/default/8631917378243850274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjonsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-of-my-new-favorite-songs-of-all.html' title='I Will Go'/><author><name>THOUGHTS FOR THE THIRSTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753537576352609189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgs1KZHRCXs/SThXgJvG97I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/u1Hjenpg92M/s72-c/FH000044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7577940369373024398.post-4768413211912876007</id><published>2008-12-02T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T12:34:01.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Traditions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgs1KZHRCXs/STWbq6jwrgI/AAAAAAAAAEw/wAzXh1pb430/s1600-h/cornhole+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgs1KZHRCXs/STWbq6jwrgI/AAAAAAAAAEw/wAzXh1pb430/s320/cornhole+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275293700110462466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am realizing now more than ever just how amazing and wonderful family traditions are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my favorites from the Brown fam are, fondue every new year (or whenever we can fit it in around all of our busy holiday schedule now that we are older).  The Brown bro's re-enactment of the Christmas story (with Dan as Mary:-), Matt as Joeseph and Tim as the baby Jesus, and me as the narrator).  Or, going to Grandma and Grandpa Brown's house in Evansville, MN every thanksgiving with all the aunts, uncles, and cousins packed into their small kitchen and fighting for grandma Brown's famous fruit salad and amazing mashed potatoes and gravy!  And hopefully our new family tradition from this year was my all-time favorite cornhole tourney.  Yes...I am the undefeated champion from our weekend together at the cabin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all these traditions and memories in my heart from growing up until now, I am now wondering what traditions we will start as a family.  Not just for the holidays, but all throughout the year and while Brianna is growing up and Brown baby #2 (still not sure, but hopefully we will find out tomorrow).  What will they remember when they are my age?  What will be most near and dear to their hearts?  What will they want to pass on to their families?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the best dad possible and I want to be creative and I want to be a family that has fun and celebrates together!  I want to put more time and creativity and efforts into my family and Janet and Bri than I do into my ministry!  I want to be the kind of dad that spends TIME with my kids that they will forever remember and never want to stop the "tradition".  I want to create moments and life change in my marriage.  I want Janet to feel more valued than I am currently showing.  I want her to feel like she get s the best of me and not the leftovers.  I want Brianna to see her daddy as her #1 fan and cheerleader.  I want her to know that she comes as my first ministry and not as sloppy seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this in mind I think traditions are a key part of that and I need help.  I heard some pretty creative and simple ideas today at lunch with our staff, but I would love to hear other ideas and traditions for making memories as a dad and husband.  What are some traditions that you did growing up?  What are your most memorable and special?  Which ones had the most impact?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just simply want to be the BEST dad and husband that I can be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7577940369373024398-4768413211912876007?l=pjonsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjonsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4768413211912876007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7577940369373024398&amp;postID=4768413211912876007' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7577940369373024398/posts/default/4768413211912876007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7577940369373024398/posts/default/4768413211912876007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjonsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/family-traditions.html' title='Family Traditions'/><author><name>THOUGHTS FOR THE THIRSTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753537576352609189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgs1KZHRCXs/STWbq6jwrgI/AAAAAAAAAEw/wAzXh1pb430/s72-c/cornhole+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7577940369373024398.post-7753179081585736362</id><published>2008-10-21T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T13:25:31.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgs1KZHRCXs/SP46xivndSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Mvt0Pnr1b5g/s1600-h/DSC_1006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgs1KZHRCXs/SP46xivndSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Mvt0Pnr1b5g/s320/DSC_1006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259706037629842722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Came Merely for a Freebie…and&lt;br /&gt;Left with the Greatest Free Gift Ever Offered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some came for the free stuff, and there was plenty of it…computers, surround sound systems, iPods and tons of gift cards.  Some showed up for the tunes, and hip hop artist Kaboose and The Spark delivered in resounding fashion with music that made the junior high and high schoolers jump, dance and sway.  Some were there for the huge, colorful inflatables, blissfully bouncing until they had no bounce left.  Some arrived to release their pent-up energy by taking sledgehammers to an old car, piano and television.  Some entered the gates for the chance to win $15,000 by making a series of basketball shots.  Some came for the free pizza and soda.  Some might have even been there to worship God.&lt;br /&gt;It really didn’t matter why they came.  The only thing that mattered was that they were there.  At church.  On a Wednesday night.  Twelve hundred of them.  Suddenly, leaders at Kenosha First Assembly of God Church in Kenosha, Wisconsin, had an awesome opportunity, privilege and responsibility all wrapped up into one.  Well over 1,000 junior high and high school students, many of whom had not set foot in a church in their entire life, represented a captive audience for a presentation of the gospel.  Some of the kids might have been hearing that message for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;Once the music died down, the lights stopped flashing and the last freebie was handed out, Pastor Jon Brown stepped onto the stage.  After encouraging kids to be respectful and give him their undivided attention for a few minutes, he began by comparing a high-definition television with a BWHOJ (black-and-white hunk of junk).  He explained to the students that if they believe the lie that the party life is the HD life, then they’re getting ripped off.  The real HD life is the one that can only be found through faith in Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;“If you only knew,” he pleaded from the stage, “that there is something better out there – life in HD – full and in living color.  Maybe some of us think we’re living the HD life, but deep down inside we feel empty, broken and hopeless.  Satan’s lie is that you don’t need God…that you can do it on your own.  But you’re getting ripped off.  The real HD life comes to you for free.  All you have to do is take it.”&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;page 1 of  article written by Timm Boyle&lt;br /&gt;(for more on this story: &lt;a href="http://ag.org/top/News/index_articledetail.cfm?targetBay=ea7fb5b4-34e2-4cd7-99a1-b7ce6556476b&amp;amp;ModID=2&amp;amp;Process=DisplayArticle&amp;amp;RSS_RSSContentID=8831&amp;amp;RSS_OriginatingChannelID=1184&amp;amp;RSS_OriginatingRSSFeedID=3359&amp;amp;RSS_Source="&gt;www.ag.org&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7577940369373024398-7753179081585736362?l=pjonsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjonsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7753179081585736362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7577940369373024398&amp;postID=7753179081585736362' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7577940369373024398/posts/default/7753179081585736362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7577940369373024398/posts/default/7753179081585736362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjonsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-night.html' title='One Night'/><author><name>THOUGHTS FOR THE THIRSTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753537576352609189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgs1KZHRCXs/SP46xivndSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Mvt0Pnr1b5g/s72-c/DSC_1006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7577940369373024398.post-8728583585924977408</id><published>2008-10-13T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T09:46:55.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in HD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgs1KZHRCXs/SPNoKwkeybI/AAAAAAAAACs/z7PJGU16I9Q/s1600-h/prince33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 197px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgs1KZHRCXs/SPNoKwkeybI/AAAAAAAAACs/z7PJGU16I9Q/s320/prince33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256659724117395890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;I LOVE "old school" tv shows!!!  Who doesn't love watching the old school stuff!?!  Let's see if you guess some of these from the 10 second clips on the screens...&lt;br /&gt;1. Fresh Prince   2. Power Rangers  3. Magic Schoolbus&lt;br /&gt;4. Home Improvement  5. Saved By The Bell   6. The Jetsons   7. The Price Is Right   8. Mr. Rogers Neighborhood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;You may not remember this, but back in the day, back in my day, in order to get a clear picture without static or fuzz while we were watching our favorite old school shows, we would have these things called an antenna.  And if you set it up just right you could get a better signal.  Sometimes we would have to "ghetto rig" it with tinfoil just to get a decent picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgs1KZHRCXs/SPNoduBPxiI/AAAAAAAAAC0/KZWXk6w32ko/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 119px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgs1KZHRCXs/SPNoduBPxiI/AAAAAAAAAC0/KZWXk6w32ko/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256660049850254882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;As much as I love to think back to the old school days, I LOVE HD!!!&lt;br /&gt;The other day we were shopping for earrings for Janet’s birthday gift and we walk in to the department store and walk right by a Sony HDNA display with a 60 inch plasma HD!  It was playing Speed Racer on Blue Ray! It was hooked up to Surround Sound!  Janet keeps walking towards the jewelry section of the store and I am parked right in front of the Sony HD display with drool dribbling down the corner of my mouth and I am in heaven.  Janet had to call me a couple of times to leave and I am like, "Honey are you sure you don't want one of these for your birthday!?!"  Yeah, that didn't go over so well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgs1KZHRCXs/SPNo0ElHC4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/mjQ7ZOp_FA4/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 136px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgs1KZHRCXs/SPNo0ElHC4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/mjQ7ZOp_FA4/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256660433863379842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;et's play pretend tonight and say your are walking into the new Best Buy here in town looking for a brand spakin' new TV and a Best Buy salesman approaches you to help you out in your TV buy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;ing experience.  What if he took you to a new section of the store called the BWH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;OJ section to sell you one of those? (BWHOJ = Black and White Hunk O Jun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;k).  What if he gave his very best sales pitch?  Even after that, what TV would you pick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 42 inch PLASMA HD EVERY SINGLE TIME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgs1KZHRCXs/SPNp3I8lz6I/AAAAAAAAADM/FrwxLx2Y5os/s1600-h/DSC_0940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgs1KZHRCXs/SPNp3I8lz6I/AAAAAAAAADM/FrwxLx2Y5os/s320/DSC_0940.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256661586086842274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;There is a reason why we have a pile of old school TV’s.  Because nobody wants them anymore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;  They are old, have a fuzzy, grainy, staticy picture with no color or washed out color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the salesman from Best Buy were to sell me one of these puppies for $1,500, would I be walking away with a sweet deal?  NO!  I would be getting ripped off!  Try watching “The Hills” or the football game on one of these.  It would drive you crazy!!!  $1500 would be a crazy price to pay for one of these and yet…long ago, people actually paid crazy amounts of money for these TV’s.  Why? Cuz they didn’t know any better.  Because that was all there was.  Because they had NEVER experienced High Definition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgs1KZHRCXs/SPNvBI7xK7I/AAAAAAAAADU/TRebSUU2blk/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 162px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgs1KZHRCXs/SPNvBI7xK7I/AAAAAAAAADU/TRebSUU2blk/s320/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256667255440223154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;Wouldn’t that make you kind of mad &amp;amp; ticked off if you paid $1500 for one of these TV’s back in the day!  I would be ticked!!!  I would want my money back!  I would feel like they took advantage of me.  (Kinda like the old iPhone that you paid $500 for and then they come out with a new one that is $200!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you see, the people who bought these back in the day didn’t even realize they were getting ripped off.  They were ignorant and happy with their BWHOJ TV.  They loved the huge fake wood cabinet with pull out drawers.  It was all they knew.  They didn’t know any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I told you tonight that you were getting ripped off and didn’t even realize?  Many of you in this room tonight don’t EVEN REALIZE that you are GETTING RIPPED OFF!  And I am ticked off for you!!!  It literally makes me angry inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been sold a BWHOJ life for a high price.  It is the only life you know.  You don’t know any better.  But what if I told you there was something better out there for you.  A HIGH DEFINITION life, in full and living color, a crystal clear picture,  where you can see every detail come to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgs1KZHRCXs/SPNwcx_Wr_I/AAAAAAAAADk/iBfBRcWN7mE/s1600-h/fun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 139px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgs1KZHRCXs/SPNwcx_Wr_I/AAAAAAAAADk/iBfBRcWN7mE/s320/fun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256668829829214194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;You see…Tonight…HD isn’t just about the fun, the games, the giveaways, the car smash, the graffiti.  It is not even about giving away HD TV’s or the $15,000 basketball shootout.  That stuff is cool.  But the real reason your friend’s invited you and the real reason 200 volunteers showed up to help and we put all this work into pulling this amazing night off is because we want you to experience and learn for yourself that this HD life can be found in Jesus.  So many of us were sitting right where you are sitting, we were getting ripped off as well, thinking we were living the good life, but then Jesus came into the picture and changed things for us and we have never been the same and we will never go pack to this old way of living, …this BWHOJ life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgs1KZHRCXs/SPNw-7MJ6pI/AAAAAAAAADs/jXF_cyYEo-Y/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 152px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgs1KZHRCXs/SPNw-7MJ6pI/AAAAAAAAADs/jXF_cyYEo-Y/s320/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256669416414374546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;You might be wondering, “well who is Jesus and what does have to do with me? Isn’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt; he so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;old dude with long hippie hair and a beard and a bathrobe that died a long time ago?”&lt;br /&gt;Jesus wasn’t any of these We want more than this world’s got to offer&lt;br /&gt;things, He IS so much more…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang with me for a few more minutes and I will explain…&lt;br /&gt;Jesus said these words, “I have come to give life and life to the full.”  Or life in HD!  What he is saying here is that his whole purpose in living is to make sure every one of us, experiences and knows and has a life of full and living color.  That we have life in High Definition, that we have the Fabulous Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what has happened is that so many of you have this BWHOJ in the living room of your lives and you have NO CLUE that there is better waiting for you!   You think you are living the good life, life in HD, but you are not.  “You have something better hanging in your living room or bedroom than you have living in your heart!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Switchfoot’s song “Meant to Live “says it this way, “We were meant to live for so much more, but we lost ourselves”   Check out their music video and listen closely to the lyrics…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U7l5kedckTI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U7l5kedckTI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe were BENT and BROKEN…&lt;br /&gt;“Dreaming about providence&lt;br /&gt;And whether mice or men have second tries&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we’ve been livin with our eyes half open&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we’re bent and broken, broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to live for so much more&lt;br /&gt;Have we lost ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere we live inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want more than this world’s got to offer&lt;br /&gt;We want more than the wars of our fathers&lt;br /&gt;And everything inside screams for second life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to live for so much more&lt;br /&gt;Have we lost ourselves?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may think we are living the HD life, but deep down we feel empty, hopeless, hurt, broken we want something more.  We been sold this BWHOJ life without even knowing it and we have ALL been RIPPED OFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgs1KZHRCXs/SPN3GeSgwuI/AAAAAAAAAD0/gH7aCwKd_fc/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 157px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgs1KZHRCXs/SPN3GeSgwuI/AAAAAAAAAD0/gH7aCwKd_fc/s320/19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256676143165129442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;The salesman who sells us this pile of lies. is someone that is very real and very alive, even though we do not see him.  This rip-off salesman is Satan.  In this very same chapter where Jesus said that he came to give life in HD, it says right before that, Satan comes ONLY to STEAL, KILL, &amp;amp; DESTROY!  His whole purpose is to rip you off and destroy you!!!  In another part of the Bible it ACTUALLY SAYS, “Sin is FUN…for a season, but in the end it leads to death –a death in a place called hell. Satan rips us off by only showing us the fun part, but always leaves out the part that sin leads us to death in hell FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgs1KZHRCXs/SPN4t0m0rZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ReTcMn8nHmU/s1600-h/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 163px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgs1KZHRCXs/SPN4t0m0rZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ReTcMn8nHmU/s320/21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256677918682426770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;Another way that Jesus put it, “There is a way (of life) that seems right to us, but, in the end it leads us straight to death.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see…&lt;br /&gt;- The lie that we have been sold is… that we don’t need God, that God has nothing to do with my life, we can do it on our own and that God is either non-existent or just sitting up there waiting to squash us if we do something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;-The TRUTH is… there is a loving God created each one of us to have a very real and personal relationship with Him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The lie that we have been sold is… that if we do enough “good things” we maybe just might earn a GET OUT OF HELL FREE card and barely squeeze our way into heaven.&lt;br /&gt;-The TRUTH is… none of us could EVER do enough good things to earn our way into heaven and there is only ONE way to get into heaven and that is through asking Jesus to forgive the wrong things you have done and wipe your slate clean and give you a fresh start and inviting Him to be a part of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The lie that we have been sold is… that living a life of doing whatever feels good, and living the party lifestyle is the HD life, the Fabulous Life and partying until we die will somehow fill the emptiness we feel inside.&lt;br /&gt;-The TRUTH is… that kind of lifestyle may numb the pain and emptiness for a little while, but it will NEVER make it go away.  The TRUTH is, many students and adults in this room lived that kind of life at one time, but only found life to the full, or HD LIFE in Jesus.  Jesus is the only one who can give you hope and fill your emptiness, your wanting for something more!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The lie that we have been sold is… that nobody cares about the hurt and the pain and rejection you are feeling right now.  That you are all alone and nobody gives a RIP and you are stuck to deal with it on your own&lt;br /&gt;-The TRUTH is… there is a loving God who cares and wants to HEAL your pain tonight and help hold your hand through whatever your facing.  He know the pain and He loves you!  The TRUTH is, this room is full of students and adults who care deeply and are willing to listen and pray with you so you don’t have to feel alone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The TRUTH is…&lt;br /&gt;Many of you have thought you have been living the HD life, it seems like you have been living the good life, but all along you have been getting ripped off, not even knowing that you were being lied to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to introduce you to a friend of mine that performed earlier tonight. He is Hip-hop artist Kaboose.  He was right in your shoes, he was getting ripped off just like you and me.  He thought he was living life to the full in High Def, but deep down he was empty and hopeless, and hurt and wanting something more.  I  want to let him tell you his story tonight.  Check this out…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KABOOSE STORY VIDEO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D0pxKCCsDxU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D0pxKCCsDxU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God's care for humanity was so great that he sent his unique Son among us, so that those who count on him might not lead a futile and failing existence, but have the undying life of God Himself."&lt;br /&gt;JOHN 3:16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgs1KZHRCXs/SPN5mU5fGUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/l0BWZienrzk/s1600-h/small100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 131px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgs1KZHRCXs/SPN5mU5fGUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/l0BWZienrzk/s320/small100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256678889423313218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;Kaboose explained the empty feeling in his life like a hole in his heart.  It was a hole that he trie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt; to fill with a lot of different things, even some good things like going to church cuz his mom made him, BUT, none of those things filled up the emptiness he felt inside.  They worked for a time, but deep down, he realized…, WE ALL REALIZE…, that those things still leave us feeling empty and hopeless and wanting more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we present to you HD because we want every one of you to experience life in High Definition and life to the fullest.  You have some pretty amazing friends who cared enough to ask you to come and invite you here because they want to show you that life can be so much better than this BWHOJ (point to pile of TV’s).  We want you, like Kaboose, like so many of us here tonight…to experience the difference that Jesus can make in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choice is yours, HD... or BWHOJ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coolest part about it all is that this life in HD is all yours for FREE.  Just like my friend who chose the HDTV and walked off the stage with it for FREE!  You too can walk out of here with the FREE gift of life to the fullest that Jesus offers to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7577940369373024398-8728583585924977408?l=pjonsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjonsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8728583585924977408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7577940369373024398&amp;postID=8728583585924977408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7577940369373024398/posts/default/8728583585924977408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7577940369373024398/posts/default/8728583585924977408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjonsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-in-hd.html' title='Life in HD'/><author><name>THOUGHTS FOR THE THIRSTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753537576352609189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgs1KZHRCXs/SPNoKwkeybI/AAAAAAAAACs/z7PJGU16I9Q/s72-c/prince33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7577940369373024398.post-1477793890404100298</id><published>2008-09-11T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T10:39:54.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Month To Live</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgs1KZHRCXs/SMlVMY4oR2I/AAAAAAAAACU/WeccILiLJ6Q/s1600-h/omtl_ecard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgs1KZHRCXs/SMlVMY4oR2I/AAAAAAAAACU/WeccILiLJ6Q/s320/omtl_ecard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244816912376416098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How would I change my current lifestyle if I just found out I from the doctors that I only had one month to live?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That question has been rolling through my thoughts and prayers the past 3 weeks, and it is changing me in some pretty amazing ways.  It is helping me prioritize what is MOST important.  1. My relationship with God  2.My relationship with my family and friends.  3.The LOST who need to be rescued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 3 priorities have given me perspective that my life can so easily be lived with me in mind and my pleasure.  Can you identify?  I have come to realize in identifying these, that my daily routines and rituals need to change in order to focus on these 3 PRIORITIES better.  It is so easy to slip into the "someday syndrome" and put it off for another day, a less busy time, and the excuses roll on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you that as I read Kerry and Chris Shook's book, "One Month To Live" with my wife Janet, and the rest of the KFA (www.kfaog.org) family each day, that I am done with saying "someday", because that someday is TODAY.  I created a bucket list on my facebook that I would love to have you join me on and comment on mine (www.facebook.com - Jon Brown).  This is the beginning of some new ways of LIVING for me as a man of God, husband, father, pastor, neighbor and friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7577940369373024398-1477793890404100298?l=pjonsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjonsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1477793890404100298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7577940369373024398&amp;postID=1477793890404100298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7577940369373024398/posts/default/1477793890404100298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7577940369373024398/posts/default/1477793890404100298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjonsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-month-to-live.html' title='One Month To Live'/><author><name>THOUGHTS FOR THE THIRSTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753537576352609189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgs1KZHRCXs/SMlVMY4oR2I/AAAAAAAAACU/WeccILiLJ6Q/s72-c/omtl_ecard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7577940369373024398.post-1222005073886393115</id><published>2008-04-29T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T09:14:43.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Sgs1KZHRCXs/SBdIqEfu_lI/AAAAAAAAAB8/HsCMBOPlg7o/s1600-h/20061114_sheep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 276px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Sgs1KZHRCXs/SBdIqEfu_lI/AAAAAAAAAB8/HsCMBOPlg7o/s320/20061114_sheep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194700582793707090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am finalizing my sermon for this Wednesday night and the final week of our PLANTED series at H2O.  It has been an incredible journey for me and brought me personally closer to my Father than I could have ever expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I am preaching on hearing the voice of God.  I have had so many of our students say that they do not know how to hear the voice of God, or they are unsure if it is God.  I had the really cool privilege of hanging out with a bunch of CLS high school students a couple weeks ago during the Underground Small Group and this topic was brought up 5 or 6 times in our discussion and it has had me thinking alot!  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Why is this so tough for us?  Why can't it be easier?  Why do so many students struggle with this one?  Why do I struggle hearing God's voice at times?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 10:2-5  says, &lt;/span&gt;“For a shepherd enters through the gate. The gatekeeper opens the gate for him, and the sheep hear his voice and come to him. He calls his own sheep by name and leads them out. After he has gathered his own flock, he walks ahead of them, and they follow him because they recognize his voice.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we truly consider ourselves 'His sheep' should we not know and recognize His voice clearly and distinctly?  It should simply be a matter of RECOGNIZING, KNOWING and FOLLOWING.  But why is it not always this easy?  I think it is because of several reasons.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. I think our lives are TOO CLUTTERED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think we have too much noise, too much going on, too much distraction.  At the end of the day, we just don't have time to sit and listen.  Period.  I am a firm believer that God is ALWAYS speaking.  My question is: Are we listening?  Or are we too busy and too cluttered and too distracted?&lt;br /&gt;There was a dude in Numbers 22 that had that problem, by the name of Balaam.  God kept trying to speak to him and give him direction and he was just to busy or distracted to hear.  So guess what God did?  He spoke through the dudes DONKEY!  Ha!  I think that is hilarious!  SO, who is God speaking to because you are not listening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;2. I think many of us are just baby sheep in this area and just are unsure of ourselves and need to be trained to hear our Master's voice and how to distinguish it from all the other voices that try to lead us away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Samuel was a young sheep that needed to be trained by Eli.  In 1 Samuel chapter 3, Eli teaches Samuel how to hear and respond to God's voice.  He says, "Go back and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BE SILENT &lt;/span&gt;and when God calls your name, say speak Lord for your servant is listening."  Just as Samuel needed to be taught and trained, we as young sheep need to be trained and learn to hear our Master's voice.  We need to learn to be silent and we need to learn to respond by saying "Speak Lord, your servant is listening".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your reasons?  What are your excuses?  How often do you take time to listen?  How cluttered and noisy does your life look right now?  Does your life look like that of someone that wants to hear the voice of God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7577940369373024398-1222005073886393115?l=pjonsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjonsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1222005073886393115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7577940369373024398&amp;postID=1222005073886393115' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7577940369373024398/posts/default/1222005073886393115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7577940369373024398/posts/default/1222005073886393115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjonsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-finalizing-my-sermon-for-this.html' title=''/><author><name>THOUGHTS FOR THE THIRSTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753537576352609189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Sgs1KZHRCXs/SBdIqEfu_lI/AAAAAAAAAB8/HsCMBOPlg7o/s72-c/20061114_sheep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7577940369373024398.post-584403769349260888</id><published>2008-04-18T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T22:31:56.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I CAN'T IMAGINE LIFE WITHOUT YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Sgs1KZHRCXs/SAl_mS17haI/AAAAAAAAAB0/jBdJ7BPbi0w/s1600-h/hillsongunitedinavalleync9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 183px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Sgs1KZHRCXs/SAl_mS17haI/AAAAAAAAAB0/jBdJ7BPbi0w/s320/hillsongunitedinavalleync9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190820341391000994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   The greatest album ever is playing in my itunes playlist right now.  The funny thing is that it is labeled as an experiment.   While the team from United was out traveling the world for their "I Heart Revolution" tour, a few high school kids from Hillsong got together to put together my fav of all the Hillsong United cd's!  I absolutely cannot get enough of this amazing cd.  It blows my mind that these high school kids can write and play like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  One of the choruses from this experiment says, "I can't imagine life without you".  When I think about that phrase, it makes my mind spin just thinking about life without God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My life without Him?  Well, I would probably be still single, living a lifestyle of destructive choices, and have no purpose whatsoever.  You see, I can be pretty selfish without Christ!  Even with Him, I need constant reminders to "kill my flesh".   I can be pretty stubborn, I can be undisciplined, I can be lazy, I can be selfish, I can be mean and angry, and I can be hurtful to those I love most.  Did I mention selfish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I really truly cannot imagine life without Christ, and yet some days my busy-ness can crowd Him out.  This 30 day EXPERIMENT that we are doing to go along with our PLANTED series has been an incredible reminder of how much I need Him and how much I love to just spend time with Him.  Those words have not only become the words to my favorite song, but the words I choose to live my life by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Can YOU imagine life without Him?  What would YOUR life look like?  What was it like before Him?  What areas of your life are you leaving Him out of right now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7577940369373024398-584403769349260888?l=pjonsthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjonsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/584403769349260888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7577940369373024398&amp;postID=584403769349260888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7577940369373024398/posts/default/584403769349260888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7577940369373024398/posts/default/584403769349260888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjonsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-cant-imagine-life-without-you.html' title='I CAN&apos;T IMAGINE LIFE WITHOUT YOU'/><author><name>THOUGHTS FOR THE THIRSTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16753537576352609189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Sgs1KZHRCXs/SAl_mS17haI/AAAAAAAAAB0/jBdJ7BPbi0w/s72-c/hillsongunitedinavalleync9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
