<?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-2806011330839935066</id><updated>2011-07-30T21:12:41.853-05:00</updated><category term='Flight'/><category term='Fred Rodgers'/><category term='Walter Payton'/><category term='Bikes Arizona'/><category term='Korn'/><category term='Safe'/><category term='Cubs'/><category term='election'/><category term='Tour De France'/><category term='Meth'/><category term='Talent'/><category term='Bluebirds'/><category term='America'/><category term='Mr. Rodgers'/><category term='Skill'/><category term='Politics'/><category term='Red Green'/><category term='Mountain Biking'/><category term='Eternity'/><category term='Baseball'/><category term='Zombie Likes Turtles'/><category term='Wrigley field'/><category term='Brian Welch'/><category term='Lance Armstrong'/><category term='NFL'/><category term='Faith'/><category term='Chicago Bears'/><category term='Barack Obama'/><category term='echoes'/><category term='Risk'/><category term='football'/><category term='cactus'/><category term='President'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='Brian &quot;Head&quot; Welch&quot;'/><category term='Rick Warren'/><title type='text'>You Have To Go The Distance</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-5338887061386437826</id><published>2011-03-02T20:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T21:00:38.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What have you got to lose?</title><content type='html'>First time in a long time. This Sunday I will see if I can still use the vocal chords. It has been a few years since I have did any amount of singing. I guess its about time I try again. After all, what have I got to lose? I might have something to gain :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/q0RBveevMNg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806011330839935066-5338887061386437826?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/5338887061386437826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=5338887061386437826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/5338887061386437826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/5338887061386437826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-have-you-got-to-lose.html' title='What have you got to lose?'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/q0RBveevMNg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-6580087783721399041</id><published>2010-06-17T12:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T12:56:36.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heart of A Father</title><content type='html'>The Heart of a Father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“See how very much our heavenly Father loves us, for He allows us to be called His children, and we really are!…” I JOHN 3:1 NLT &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/TBphoSqr_OI/AAAAAAAAA38/Z1rGxYw0yv4/s1600/father-son.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/TBphoSqr_OI/AAAAAAAAA38/Z1rGxYw0yv4/s320/father-son.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483802841110543586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart of a father is found in the heart of God. In order for a man to be the kind of father that his children need, a man must understand what kind of a father God is to his children. Here are four important areas to consider:&lt;br /&gt;1. Leadership&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Children need leadership. A father has been called by God to instruct his child, &lt;a href="http://roy.dayspring.com/2010/06/the-heart-of-a-father.html"&gt;READ MORE HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806011330839935066-6580087783721399041?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/6580087783721399041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=6580087783721399041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/6580087783721399041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/6580087783721399041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2010/06/heart-of-father.html' title='The Heart of A Father'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/TBphoSqr_OI/AAAAAAAAA38/Z1rGxYw0yv4/s72-c/father-son.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-4994288051024368207</id><published>2010-01-09T19:34:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T21:41:15.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Leadership...</title><content type='html'>Leadership is a sticky proposition. There are times when you want to respond to criticisms that are unfair in a way that adds sort of an exclamation point to your point! Rarely are the masses correct about your intentions or reasons for the decisions you make. We tend to be easier on ourselves than others and our society has become one that wants to be able to say "I told you so" as so many leaders around us fail. In fact we almost will people to fail. We judge ourselves by our intentions and others by their actions thus we are incapable of an unbiased look at the hearts of others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chicago bears have always been my team since my younger days when I grew up as a fatherless boy in Decorah. My world was small. In fact I was never outside of the state until I was in the 8th grade. A young man from Luther college who was part of the local Big Brother chapter became my Big Brother. Even though I only knew him for a year he left a mark on my future both visible and invisible. The Visible part I became a Chicago Bears Fan. I still am to this day. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/S0k7TU3otWI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0tt5fCeiDpU/s1600-h/Walter_Payton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/S0k7TU3otWI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0tt5fCeiDpU/s320/Walter_Payton.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424932429350090082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Likes of Walter Payton, Dick Butkus, Dan Hampton, Mike Singletary and now Jay Cutler have always been my sports heroes. The invisible part of my Big Brothers influence on me was that he taught me to dream. With him I was no longer a part of a small town but he caused me to realize I was part of an incredible world that was bigger than me and a world that was worth taking part in. I could be anything I put my heart to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the Bears. That list of all of those Chicago Bears players included one new one. Jay Cutler. This year it seemed the Bears had made the trade of the century getting Cutler would surely result in the return to the Superbowl. Now we finally had a franchise QB in Cutler. Well, the story and the season did not quite turn out that way. It seemed with all the injuries and scattered play that the real Bears rarely showed up to play. With that. Jay Cutler went from Hero,Savior to goat. The media trashed him at every turn and fans bailed from there once sure position that Cutler was the leader they had been hoping for.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/S0k3P97Qx6I/AAAAAAAAA3M/-3ywVY-aqY0/s1600-h/jay-cutler_48676080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/S0k3P97Qx6I/AAAAAAAAA3M/-3ywVY-aqY0/s400/jay-cutler_48676080.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424927973605164962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What I found so great about Jay Cutler this year was the way he always calmly responded to all the criticism and hatred he received from so many. How do you go from being the needed piece on a team that was sure to return to the big game. To the guy who was responsible for global warming and the lack of a cure for Acne? Anyway, through all of that he kept his composure with the media and fans. He kept looking for a way to win. Then on a very cold Monday night football evening in Chicago he took it to the Minnesota vikings in an overtime win 36-30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay Cutler finished the season with eight touchdown passes, one interception and 549 passing yards in the final two games. Causing all of those who bailed on him to suddenly exclaim. "I knew he would come around!" You gotta like support like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the value of believing when no one else does?&lt;br /&gt;What is the value of giving your best effort when others tell you your best is not good enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Critics need not be answered in words. They only need to be answered with confidence, consistency, determination and Calm assertive leadership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we as Leaders don't give that we will be asking the same questions as everyone else tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/19VBVifnuVQ&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/19VBVifnuVQ&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where ya gonna be tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;How ya gonna face the sorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Where ya gonna be when you die?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause nothing's gonna last forever&lt;br /&gt;And things they change like the weather&lt;br /&gt;They're gone in the blink of an eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at yourself, can you see where you are?&lt;br /&gt;Look at yourself, now you can't hide the scars&lt;br /&gt;Just look at yourself 'cause there's nowhere to go&lt;br /&gt;And you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna have to live with the things you say&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;You'll have to cross bridges that you burned today&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;And everything you do, it's coming back for you&lt;br /&gt;You'll never outrun what waits for you&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And are you terrified by sadness&lt;br /&gt;And have you given into madness&lt;br /&gt;You're running out of places to hide&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everybody's got a reason&lt;br /&gt;To justify how they're feelin'&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you should open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at yourself, do you like what you see?&lt;br /&gt;Look at yourself, is this how it should be?&lt;br /&gt;Just look at yourself, 'cause there's nowhere to go&lt;br /&gt;And you'll know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna have to live with the things you say&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;You'll have to cross bridges that you burned today&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;And everything you do, it's coming back for you&lt;br /&gt;You'll never outrun what waits for you&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you waiting for the reason to change?&lt;br /&gt;Are you waiting for the end, has it came?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna stand in your way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at yourself, do you like what you see?&lt;br /&gt;Look at yourself, is this how it should be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna have to live with the things you say&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;You'll have to cross bridges that you burned today&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;And everything you do, it's coming back for you&lt;br /&gt;You'll never outrun what waits for you&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806011330839935066-4994288051024368207?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/4994288051024368207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=4994288051024368207&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/4994288051024368207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/4994288051024368207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2010/01/leadership.html' title='Leadership...'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/S0k7TU3otWI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0tt5fCeiDpU/s72-c/Walter_Payton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-3042828847500945775</id><published>2009-12-24T13:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T13:17:28.367-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights Please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.tangle.com/flash/swf/flvplayer.swf" FlashVars="viewkey=4c3660a116c34483565b" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="330" height="270" name="tangle" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="always" 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href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2009/12/lights-please.html' title='Lights Please!'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-962951911757253007</id><published>2009-11-19T14:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T15:01:26.368-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bulldogs Rule!</title><content type='html'>Because I have Bulldogs I know this reflects their personality's. Skate On!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FdgO3cEYYTw&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/FdgO3cEYYTw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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/2806011330839935066-962951911757253007?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/962951911757253007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=962951911757253007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/962951911757253007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/962951911757253007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2009/11/bulldogs-rule.html' title='Bulldogs Rule!'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-9173783571146482495</id><published>2009-09-10T12:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T12:43:25.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/Sqk6R5ozqfI/AAAAAAAAA18/jfEoPOIwqj0/s1600-h/erwin-mcmanus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/Sqk6R5ozqfI/AAAAAAAAA18/jfEoPOIwqj0/s400/erwin-mcmanus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379895309074934258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well because I have been busier than usual. Here is the quote of the month rather than the quote of the day. This one is from Erwin McManus. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;No matter what you do in life and everything you do in life you are telling your story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Erwin McManus&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806011330839935066-9173783571146482495?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/9173783571146482495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=9173783571146482495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/9173783571146482495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/9173783571146482495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2009/09/quote-of-month.html' title='Quote of the Month'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/Sqk6R5ozqfI/AAAAAAAAA18/jfEoPOIwqj0/s72-c/erwin-mcmanus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-844581715616104802</id><published>2009-08-08T19:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T19:08:15.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Heat of The Summer</title><content type='html'>Well today is the warmest day of the summer so far. This has been an unusually cool year, but today the Dogs took advantage of the swimming pool to cool off. Like kids they don't stay in the water. Getting out and back in contributes to a cool "Mud Bath".&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2ULoF_lDeLs&amp;hl=en&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/2ULoF_lDeLs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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/2806011330839935066-844581715616104802?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/844581715616104802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=844581715616104802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/844581715616104802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/844581715616104802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-heat-of-summer.html' title='In The Heat of The Summer'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-426215029924358744</id><published>2009-08-06T20:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T20:04:23.235-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="zemanta-img" style="margin: 1em; float: right; display: block;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/44493439@N00/3793916829/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3509/3793916829_bdb238fdb1_m.jpg" alt="Basic Comforts circa 1860's" style="border: medium none ; display: block;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zemanta-img-attribution"&gt;Image by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/44493439@N00/3793916829/"&gt;janusz l&lt;/a&gt; via Flickr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I like a person who knows his own mind and sticks to it; who sees at&lt;br /&gt;once  what, in given circumstances, is to be done, and does it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-- William Hazlitt (1778-1830) English Essayist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806011330839935066-426215029924358744?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/426215029924358744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=426215029924358744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/426215029924358744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/426215029924358744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2009/08/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of The Day'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3509/3793916829_bdb238fdb1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-8419608853511528494</id><published>2009-08-06T09:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T09:24:57.141-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I did on My Summer Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.todaysbigthing.com/betamax/betamax.swf?item_id=1980&amp;fullscreen=1" width="480" height="360"&gt;       &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /&gt;       &lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;       &lt;param name="movie" quality="best" value="http://www.todaysbigthing.com/betamax/betamax.swf?item_id=1980&amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;      &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style='padding:5px 0; text-align:center; width:480px;'&gt;See more &lt;a href='http://www.todaysbigthing.com/'&gt;funny videos&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href='http://www.todaysbigthing.com/'&gt;TBT Videos&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href='http://www.todaysbigthing.com/'&gt;Today's Big Thing&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/2806011330839935066-8419608853511528494?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/8419608853511528494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=8419608853511528494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/8419608853511528494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/8419608853511528494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-i-did-on-my-summer-vacation.html' title='What I did on My Summer Vacation'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-130642203593731447</id><published>2009-07-15T18:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T18:51:31.376-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tour De France'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lance Armstrong'/><title type='text'>In a Land Far Away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="zemanta-img" style="margin: 1em; float: right; display: block; width: 310px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Lance_Armstrong_MidiLibre_2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/0/03/Lance_Armstrong_MidiLibre_2002.jpg/300px-Lance_Armstrong_MidiLibre_2002.jpg" alt="Lance Armstrong finishing 3rd in Sète, taking ..." style="border: medium none ; display: block;" width="300" height="185"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zemanta-img-attribution"&gt;Image via &lt;a href="http://commons.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Lance_Armstrong_MidiLibre_2002.jpg"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The Tour De France is on. Believe it or not Lance Armstrong who has not raced for 3 1/2 years is right in the mix of it. Currently in 3rd place with over a week and a half to go. So today I took a rare day off. Well kind of. I spent the morning working in my sons apartment sheet rocking. This afternoon I met up with Tom from the camp. We put on our biking shorts and headed for the Highway. Having done this a few times we were dropped off at Wal-mart in Decorah so the wind was at our backs. 85 degrees and sunny we headed up hill toward Waukon. Now Tom being somewhat 10 years my younger and much better looking then me, I new I was in for a race! I felt my competition rise up. The hills tested my lungs and legs. The heat my sanity, but over all we arrived in Waukon with a great ride behind us. Feeling like we need to prepare more before the &lt;a href="http://www.bike2camp.com/"&gt;Bike2camp&lt;/a&gt; ride at the end of July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who won? Well Tom of course! Who encouraged him every mile of the way to victory? His Coach, Me! Who else. If you can't win, Coach. If you can't coach, make up stories about your trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/23d26c29-35b5-4754-aad4-66d199521f74/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=23d26c29-35b5-4754-aad4-66d199521f74" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&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/2806011330839935066-130642203593731447?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/130642203593731447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=130642203593731447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/130642203593731447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/130642203593731447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-land-far-away.html' title='In a Land Far Away...'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-8063985472305119367</id><published>2009-07-06T16:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T16:31:42.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel Like quitting?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt like quitting? Giving up? Well if your in need of a pep talk. Here is a scene from  Dodgeball that has Lance Armstrong in it.&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xxKvOSm5FcE&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/xxKvOSm5FcE&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/2806011330839935066-8063985472305119367?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/8063985472305119367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=8063985472305119367&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/8063985472305119367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/8063985472305119367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2009/07/feel-like-quiting.html' title='Feel Like quitting?'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-7279249557053381429</id><published>2009-07-04T19:11:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T20:12:07.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Every night I say a prayer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Richard Baxter said: “This life was not intended to be the place of our perfection, but the preparation for it.”&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No matter where we have come from or what we have been through we are all moving like a shooting star through the night sky. Destined to reach it's target and to return to hand that has set us ablaze.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/Sk_2xbo1eCI/AAAAAAAAA08/BE4wisu_atU/s1600-h/ws_Shooting_Star_1152x864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/Sk_2xbo1eCI/AAAAAAAAA08/BE4wisu_atU/s200/ws_Shooting_Star_1152x864.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354769811059865634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This week I have finally come to an end of a road that I hope will lead to a place of some summer rest. With great things on the horizon and many pieces in place for the future I am ready for a rest. Feeling like the lyrics to a Kerry Livgren song I'll follow you, when he says: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Searching horizons of hope&lt;br /&gt;For some long lost dream&lt;br /&gt;In one sweet moment I'm&lt;br /&gt;Plunged into Your healing stream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll follow You, 'cause You give me the desire&lt;br /&gt;I'll follow You, leaving the world behind&lt;br /&gt;I'll follow You, though You take me through the fire&lt;br /&gt;I know I can never be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seasons of life come and go. We continue to step forward and we continue to believe. All that happens to us is not for naught, but rather an important part of the preparation for perfection. Painful, exhilarating,exasperating even bewildering at times. Perseverance builds character. We will become new!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Always another word to be said&lt;br /&gt;Always another symphony in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Never repeating, ever so new&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the music, still I will cling to You&lt;br /&gt;One so true"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the meaning now in every breath I take&lt;br /&gt;Through the laughter and the tears, in every choice I make&lt;br /&gt;Not a moment passes by that I don't realize&lt;br /&gt;We never live, until we harmonize, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oXf2PbEPQ-Y&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/oXf2PbEPQ-Y&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/2806011330839935066-7279249557053381429?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/7279249557053381429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=7279249557053381429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/7279249557053381429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/7279249557053381429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2009/07/every-night-i-say-prayer.html' title='Every night I say a prayer...'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/Sk_2xbo1eCI/AAAAAAAAA08/BE4wisu_atU/s72-c/ws_Shooting_Star_1152x864.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-7264564394955958702</id><published>2009-05-19T21:45:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T17:20:11.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Man's Best Friend and Gas free option</title><content type='html'>Well if you know us. You know that we are one car short. Too many directions to travel and not enough vehicles. What we are not short of is dogs! Maybe one problem can be solved by the other! LOL. Check out this little video./ If you see me running down the road like this, remember what Mark twain said. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Heaven goes by favor; if it went by merit, you would stay out and your dog would go in”&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HanWviYakcY&amp;hl=en&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/HanWviYakcY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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/2806011330839935066-7264564394955958702?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/7264564394955958702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=7264564394955958702&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/7264564394955958702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/7264564394955958702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2009/05/mans-best-friend-and-gas-free-option.html' title='Man&apos;s Best Friend and Gas free option'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-8066903537828605366</id><published>2009-05-12T20:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T16:45:57.364-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I want your kite strings tangled in my trees all wrapped up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SgovAhBqckI/AAAAAAAAAtk/QaNQJRdDM7c/s1600-h/kite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SgovAhBqckI/AAAAAAAAAtk/QaNQJRdDM7c/s400/kite.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335128394485625410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. It has been a long time. I have been through and am still going through what most likely is the busiest time of my life. I thought things were supposed to slow down as you got older? Not so! These are the days to run while you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are just starting a new small group called Crazy Love. I expect it to yield great things in everyone's life as we work through it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite books, the bible, has this saying in it. "in all your getting get understanding". I have been thinking lately about understanding. About our journey here on earth and how we are to go about getting that understanding as we move through it. About accomplishing meaningful goals and leaving some kind of a worthwhile impression on this place called earth and the lives it holds. One of the things I have noticed about this great land is the independence people have, myself included. It seems to be an integral part of who we are as Americans. In fact it seems to be the driving force behind our society. It has provided many things but it has also been costly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today working with a group of kids I was once again reminded what independence has cost us. It has cost us harmony. Not in the sense of everyone getting along. But harmony in the sense of oneness regardless of socio-economic status or race or geographic location. Independence has filled us with little regard for furthering us as humans and instead had filled us with desire to get to the top of whatever it is we are pursuing. Many people I happen to run into lack many of the basic social skills to impact others worlds even through a simple conversation and at every chance avoid those situations. I am not suggesting we abandon what we are, but I am suggesting we are leaving behind the things that matter most. "In all your getting get understanding". My understanding tells me we are a people far from God. I'm not getting all religious or supernatural on you. I am just saying that I see people who do not have God in their lives and I see the condition of their struggles. Mine included. I see lives that are unfulfilled but are filled. You know what I mean? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bible says &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"apart from God we can do nothing"&lt;/span&gt;. I have done a lot of things, but those things have not produced a filling. Really they were just traded for. Time traded for cars, time for stuff, time for position, time for authority. All that time went to those things. If you were not one of those things,you didn't get me! We tell our kids they are valuable, then we teach them to trade their time for things and rob others of those same great kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be entering another stage of life and I hope it will be different. I want more of what God has done to me. I want what I have stopped him from doing in me. I want to stop settling and I want to walk with Him. I want to be changed and filled by his presence and I don't want to be religious. I want to be a difference maker. I believe that's the difference between being religious and being in love. I want it at any cost. That is hard to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want my love, well you’ve got to get close to me&lt;br /&gt;If you need my love, well you’ve got to get closer to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if you want my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t understand why we can’t get close enough&lt;br /&gt;I want your kite strings tangled in my trees all wrapped up&lt;br /&gt;I don’t understand why we can’t get close enough&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be the comets that are fallin from the sky you light up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re my shirt, I an arm&lt;br /&gt;I’m the tick, you’re the bomb&lt;br /&gt;You’re the L and the V, I’m the O and the E, and we…&lt;br /&gt;Am I speaking clearly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jars of Clay/Closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NEt568xqmmk&amp;hl=en&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/NEt568xqmmk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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/2806011330839935066-8066903537828605366?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/8066903537828605366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=8066903537828605366&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/8066903537828605366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/8066903537828605366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-your-kite-strings-tangled-in-my.html' title='I want your kite strings tangled in my trees all wrapped up'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SgovAhBqckI/AAAAAAAAAtk/QaNQJRdDM7c/s72-c/kite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-5979251753314977852</id><published>2009-02-21T16:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T16:49:35.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Winter with alternative fuels</title><content type='html'>Well hopefully we are headed to Spring here soon. Only 20 some days until springs appears on the calendar. We have went through the winter with alternative fuels for the first time. This year we burned corn for heat in our cornburner and the only natural gas we used was to heat water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I noticed was a constant heat source. Because the corn burns constantly there is no rise or fall of the temperature as the forced air furnace shuts down and waits for the temperature to drop enough so the thermostat clicks on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our heat bills last year were around $250.00 to $280.00. Since the cornburner our highest bill was $36.00 for the water heater. To sum it up. We probably would not go back. If for any other reason the house temp was kept much warmer than the previous years and I like the heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ROvqizcmxRA&amp;hl=en&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/ROvqizcmxRA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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/2806011330839935066-5979251753314977852?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/5979251753314977852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=5979251753314977852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/5979251753314977852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/5979251753314977852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-winter-with-alternative-fuels.html' title='First Winter with alternative fuels'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-8548439658675522976</id><published>2009-02-10T20:34:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T15:25:25.598-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bikes Arizona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cactus'/><title type='text'>Let's talk vacations</title><content type='html'>Last month I was in Arizona Leading the Converge USA Assessment center. You might call it a work trip. However one afternoon while the rest of the team was working I slipped out for a couple of hours adventure. It was 35 degrees below zero in Iowa and that day in Arizona it was sunny and 72 beautiful warm degrees. So someone had to enjoy the outdoors and I knew it would not be my family back home in Iowa. So I sacrificed and down the road I went. My first stop was at a bike shop called Cactus Bike.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SZI7ijN58iI/AAAAAAAAAq4/Bw5PvKM412A/s1600-h/cactus+bike.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SZI7ijN58iI/AAAAAAAAAq4/Bw5PvKM412A/s320/cactus+bike.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301365176123650594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you have seen one bike shop maybe you have seen them all. I mean after all. All they have are bikes, grease and parts. But it is not the bikes that draws me there but rather the adventure of a possible vacation. As I said 35 below at home or 72 and gorgeous in Arizona. Where would you rather ride? I talked with the shop guys about the usual bike talk then switched to where do you ride? The thoughts of the desert and bikes is a trip I am hoping to make sometime. I know its a desert! Yep, that's what attracts me. In my mind I absolutely love the desert. Dry, sunny and more dry. They explained some of the rides that were taking place such as the Bark at the Moon ride. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SZI7aIMxkUI/AAAAAAAAAqw/0Pq04khhFUs/s1600-h/moon_ride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SZI7aIMxkUI/AAAAAAAAAqw/0Pq04khhFUs/s320/moon_ride.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301365031432196418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Cactus Hugger festival. Sounds great right?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SZI8UmKBuQI/AAAAAAAAArA/gv5I7OjmmMw/s1600-h/Cactus+07.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SZI8UmKBuQI/AAAAAAAAArA/gv5I7OjmmMw/s320/Cactus+07.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301366035906148610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well. There just seems to be so much going on lately that I had to settle for some dreaming of riding the desert. So I walked out of the store Dreams in hand and a book to plan,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SZI9wg7LbKI/AAAAAAAAArQ/YCQ9KL7_d_A/s1600-h/fattire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SZI9wg7LbKI/AAAAAAAAArQ/YCQ9KL7_d_A/s320/fattire.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301367615049657506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; scheme and dream. Someday in the future. The desert, my bike and oh yea my best friend. My wife. I will let you know when it happens but for now it's starting to warm up here. I can't wait to be active, outdoors and feeling the sun again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806011330839935066-8548439658675522976?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/8548439658675522976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=8548439658675522976&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/8548439658675522976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/8548439658675522976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2009/02/lets-talk-vacations.html' title='Let&apos;s talk vacations'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SZI7ijN58iI/AAAAAAAAAq4/Bw5PvKM412A/s72-c/cactus+bike.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-3195692210654167477</id><published>2009-02-05T12:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T12:19:00.204-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Bit Of Listerine...</title><content type='html'>Here is a midweek laugh. This is worth the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/83JDXXKzOXg&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&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/83JDXXKzOXg&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&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/2806011330839935066-3195692210654167477?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/3195692210654167477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=3195692210654167477&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/3195692210654167477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/3195692210654167477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-bit-of-listerine.html' title='A Little Bit Of Listerine...'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-163593771661474301</id><published>2009-01-21T20:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T20:50:00.880-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rick Warren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><title type='text'>Warrens Inauguration Prayer</title><content type='html'>Did you hear Rick Warrens Prayer at the Inauguration ceremony? What did you think of it? There was much controversy to him being chosen to give that prayer. Here it is if you did not see it. Let me know what you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9HOG-claQXU&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&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/9HOG-claQXU&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&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/2806011330839935066-163593771661474301?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/163593771661474301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=163593771661474301&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/163593771661474301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/163593771661474301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2009/01/warrens-inauguration-prayer.html' title='Warrens Inauguration Prayer'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-2865191562630104476</id><published>2009-01-17T18:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T18:28:04.871-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mountain Biking'/><title type='text'>Launch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;62 Days Until spring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is waiting to be ridden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SXJ1g5QQIrI/AAAAAAAAApU/ZPAHRps_nco/s1600-h/AC1+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SXJ1g5QQIrI/AAAAAAAAApU/ZPAHRps_nco/s320/AC1+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292421720099005106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopped in at &lt;a href="http://www.cactusbike.com/"&gt;Cactus Bike&lt;/a&gt; in Arizona Last week. No time to ride as I was there on work. The weather though had me in the mood to think about riding. Like I said, 62 days until spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your plans for Spring?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806011330839935066-2865191562630104476?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/2865191562630104476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=2865191562630104476&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/2865191562630104476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/2865191562630104476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2009/01/launch.html' title='Launch'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SXJ1g5QQIrI/AAAAAAAAApU/ZPAHRps_nco/s72-c/AC1+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-3938409096420900149</id><published>2009-01-06T16:32:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T18:44:54.759-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Risk'/><title type='text'>Talent</title><content type='html'>The Free Dictionary defines Talent as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;talent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n talent [ˈtӕlənt]&lt;br /&gt;a special ability or cleverness; a skill &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;skill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noun&lt;br /&gt;1. special ability or expertise enabling one to perform an activity very well &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you ever get this good at stacking bricks like the guy in this video, without breaking a lot of your toes?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You have to overcome your fear of smashing your toes because you are indwelt with the possibility of accomplishing such a feat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You have to risk possible injury that could result from your mistakes. All for the growth the would happen in your self esteem through accomplishing your goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You have to realize life without risk takes a lot more work and no one posts it on youtube. The rewards are also greater than the risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You can't let the inevitable broken toes stop you from your goals. You know it will eventually happen. Take some time to let them heal while you plan your next attempt. Fear Not! Your not alone. Just believe you can eventually overcome failed attempts. Persevere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a new year. What will you attempt in 09? What will you risk? What injuries and setbacks will you have to be determined to overcome? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Risk is untamed faith&lt;/span&gt;. Go after it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lV-iP1jSMlI&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&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/lV-iP1jSMlI&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&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/2806011330839935066-3938409096420900149?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/3938409096420900149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=3938409096420900149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/3938409096420900149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/3938409096420900149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2009/01/talent.html' title='Talent'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-5077739366702376910</id><published>2008-12-27T17:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T08:36:21.735-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Food For Thought. That was a good man!</title><content type='html'>Penn of Penn &amp; Teller is a professed atheist. However he makes some very good observations about those who would profess Christ. Listen to what he has to say and ask yourself if there is somewhere you could improve in your own Faith Journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7JHS8adO3hM&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&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/7JHS8adO3hM&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&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/2806011330839935066-5077739366702376910?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/5077739366702376910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=5077739366702376910&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/5077739366702376910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/5077739366702376910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2008/12/food-for-thought-that-was-good-man.html' title='Food For Thought. That was a good man!'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-3568759321889908423</id><published>2008-12-17T22:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T22:31:47.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Your entrance is everything</title><content type='html'>This Christmas season you may be having uncle Joe dress up as Santa for the kids. Just remember reindeer don't fly and neither do bodies over the age of 50. So be careful out there. That red suit could get you in all kinds of trouble. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Remember, Were all in this together, if the women don't find you handsome may they at least find you handy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Red Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XKVh3ArDqcA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&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/XKVh3ArDqcA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" 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/2806011330839935066-3568759321889908423?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/3568759321889908423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=3568759321889908423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/3568759321889908423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/3568759321889908423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2008/12/your-entrance-is-everything.html' title='Your entrance is everything'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-2460157363326010058</id><published>2008-12-13T22:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T22:20:17.848-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Babys</title><content type='html'>What else can I say! I just like babies. Maybe I will run for office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TSnMeiOPtLQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&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/TSnMeiOPtLQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" 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/2806011330839935066-2460157363326010058?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/2460157363326010058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=2460157363326010058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/2460157363326010058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/2460157363326010058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2008/12/babys.html' title='Babys'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-3837239244704310176</id><published>2008-12-04T11:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T11:30:58.311-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brian Welch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brian &quot;Head&quot; Welch&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meth'/><title type='text'>Jesus, Meth and Korn</title><content type='html'>Brian Welch from the band Korn shares his story of redemption in this video. The life of someone addicted to Methamphetamine is difficult to understand if you are not in their world. Yet God is everywhere. Listen to Brian's story and check out the stories of others such as Joe Gibbs, Tony Evans, Darrell Waltrip and more at &lt;a href="http://www.iamsecond.com/"&gt;http://www.iamsecond.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kf5WYigZHME&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&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/Kf5WYigZHME&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="264"&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/2806011330839935066-3837239244704310176?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/3837239244704310176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=3837239244704310176&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/3837239244704310176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/3837239244704310176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2008/12/jesus-meth-and-korn.html' title='Jesus, Meth and Korn'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-5359018753021481352</id><published>2008-11-24T11:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T11:50:44.454-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is just cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Xj8bR5r6vI&amp;hl=en&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/8Xj8bR5r6vI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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/2806011330839935066-5359018753021481352?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/5359018753021481352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=5359018753021481352&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/5359018753021481352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/5359018753021481352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-just-cool.html' title='This is just cool'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-3359725961935090602</id><published>2008-11-05T11:32:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T19:03:03.293-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='President'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Green'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Remember, I'm pulling for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SRHfmpBAwMI/AAAAAAAAAjM/KZmGAMBQzsw/s1600-h/redblog2-752262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SRHfmpBAwMI/AAAAAAAAAjM/KZmGAMBQzsw/s320/redblog2-752262.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265235294310940866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a slight addiction lately to the Red Green Show. For one thing it is some of the cleanest comedy's on the tube and you don't have to think too deep as you watch it. Besides that Red uncovers the crazy in all of us because he reminds us of someone we know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of all of the humor is a statement that my uncle quotes every time he leaves after a visit. That quote is one that we need to remember after yesterdays elections. There is always someone disappointed by the outcome and the tendency can be to see the downside of our future when we need to remain involved to be part of the solution. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are always moving forward whether it be good or bad. Time itself in our human existence is linear. Therefore it is consumed right before our eyes. Our mistake comes when we miss the fact we are to take part in this world even though we may not be in control or headed the way we feel we should. Helen Keller said: "I am only one; but still I am one. I cannot do everything, but still I can do something; I will not refuse to do the something I can do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Steve Smith who plays Red ends every show, whether he's talking about married life or the way of the world, with "Remember, I'm pulling for you. We're all in this together." We need to remember that we are all in this together and it is our calling to pull for others. We cannot be part of the solution if we are part of the problem. As it was written long ago, our solution begins here: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I urge you, first of all, to pray for all people. Ask God to help them; intercede on their behalf, and give thanks for them. Pray this way for kings and all who are in authority so that we can live peaceful and quiet lives marked by godliness and dignity. This is good and pleases God our Savior, who wants everyone to be saved and to understand the truth."&lt;br /&gt;1 Timothy 2:1-4 (NLT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I want you to do is pray. Pray every way you know how, for everyone you know. Pray especially for rulers and their governments to rule well so we can be quietly about our business of living simply, in humble contemplation. This is the way our Savior God wants us to live. 1 Timothy 2:1-2 (The Message)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806011330839935066-3359725961935090602?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/3359725961935090602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=3359725961935090602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/3359725961935090602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/3359725961935090602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2008/11/remember-im-pulling-for-you.html' title='Remember, I&apos;m pulling for you'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SRHfmpBAwMI/AAAAAAAAAjM/KZmGAMBQzsw/s72-c/redblog2-752262.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-6788958526237480238</id><published>2008-10-27T13:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T13:23:46.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winne The Pooh and The Blustery day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SQYGpOeoTaI/AAAAAAAAAiM/e7QDXOgBbik/s1600-h/pooh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SQYGpOeoTaI/AAAAAAAAAiM/e7QDXOgBbik/s320/pooh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261900519959973282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I made reference to the windy day that we were having. When I said it was a Winne the Pooh day. Blustery. So today I ran across this and enjoyed the humor in it all. It is nice to start Mondays off with a laugh. What was the writer of this book thinking? I think we should all get together and send a copy of this to all of our young people in college. NO doubt it would make their day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806011330839935066-6788958526237480238?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/6788958526237480238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=6788958526237480238&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/6788958526237480238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/6788958526237480238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2008/10/winne-pooh-and-blustery-day.html' title='Winne The Pooh and The Blustery day.'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SQYGpOeoTaI/AAAAAAAAAiM/e7QDXOgBbik/s72-c/pooh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-8428388234350505726</id><published>2008-10-23T20:28:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T20:40:56.729-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='echoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fred Rodgers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Rodgers'/><title type='text'>What You Do In Life Echoes In Eternity.1</title><content type='html'>Take a few minutes to watch this video of Fred Rogers receiving a lifetime achievement award. So often we underestimate our impact on the people around us. The simplest of things done with the right heart makes the biggest of differences. I encourage you to remember that "what you do in life echoes in eternity". &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Upm9LnuCBUM&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&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/Upm9LnuCBUM&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&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/2806011330839935066-8428388234350505726?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/8428388234350505726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=8428388234350505726&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/8428388234350505726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/8428388234350505726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-you-do-in-life-echoes-in-eternity.html' title='What You Do In Life Echoes In Eternity.1'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-8420267987799437007</id><published>2008-10-15T21:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T14:46:36.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God Is Not Safe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SPakKGTVeWI/AAAAAAAAAdM/DTiGSGjwLJQ/s1600-h/Aslan1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SPakKGTVeWI/AAAAAAAAAdM/DTiGSGjwLJQ/s320/Aslan1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257570108398991714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing at the counter of the local gas station, I impatiently waited my turn to pay for my Diet Coke and head out the door. All I wanted was to just pay for my Diet coke and go. I know I’ve got a problem! The three people in front of me, one by one, took turns sharing with the cashier where they have been today and where they were going for the rest of the day and every conversation ended with, “Have a safe trip.” When my turn finally came and I paid the cashier, she looked in my direction and said, “And you have a safe trip too!” Without even thinking, I replied, “I’m not going anywhere I need to be safe.” She just smiled and I headed out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often we fill the air with the sound of the words, “Have a safe trip”. Its intention is that we would have trouble free travel. So that we would return home at least in the same condition we left. But when you listen to the words and really think about them, it kind of makes you feel all nauseous. “Safe,” “grandma,” they go together.  I can’t for the life of me think of one thing I have ever done that amounted to anything that I would have cast upon it a label called “safe.” In fact, safe amounts to boring. It becomes the thing you do to make sure “you don’t.” Know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all of my great times in life, never did I suggest we go out and do something safe. &lt;br /&gt;No one would go! Reading the Bible, I find an incredible image of God. What a guy. The things he got himself into. Really, you find out that he’s not sitting at home, “Playing it safe.” Rather you find him hanging out with some despicable characters, totally unsafe, out walking the streets at “ungodly hours!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temptation during tough times is to play it safe. Be a little “Turtle-ish” and pull your head back in to your shell. Be careful. Slow down. Play it safe. I almost want to throw up at the life draining words that just came out of my mouth. Why? Because in all my years, (if they amount to anything) in all my understanding, in all my “Born Days” as Grandma said. I have never met God playing it safe. He is not there. In the midst of the total depravity that was my soul. God met me and it was not safe. He reached across a lifetime of crap to extend himself to me through Christ, but it was not safe. In fact, I have never seen him in such places you could deem safe. He just doesn’t spend anytime there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately there have been things taking place that sends a call deep into the recesses of my mind that begs I play it safe. It rifles through all the reasons and benefits of “safe.” Of which there are many, it shares the comfort of a safe life and the stress free moments only it can bring. Man, I can see the lemonade now, but I am reminded that God did not play it safe when he reached out to me. Truthfully, he risked everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight there was a meeting of a group of women in our church of just the kind of people that Christ has risked everything for. Believe me. If you’re into acting like a Christian, you wouldn’t have survived it. Because it wasn’t safe. Life has not been safe for them. They have stories and struggles beyond most people’s comprehension and yet they are discovering Christ. Not church. Christ! Not how to act, but how to be transformed by the renewing of your mind. That is significant, hard work that only God can bring. That is real live stuff that can’t be contained in a box labeled Church. However, from it comes a real faith walk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must stop suggesting to others that following Christ makes everything safe, that if you commit your life to Christ it’ll all be ok. If God is not one thing he is not safe. He is reckless with his love, daring with his desires and completely over the top when it comes to risks for greatness and he expects the same from us. Nothing I have is worth not trading for one person to “get it right,” one family to be made right, one man to see the value he has to God. Nothing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have challenges here, but I know we are on the right path. Our struggles to grow a young church sometimes overwhelm us and we are way in over our heads, but God is here. I know it, because it’s “Not Safe Here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve Only One Life ~ It Soon Will Be Past ~ Only What’s Done For Christ Will Last&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806011330839935066-8420267987799437007?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/8420267987799437007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=8420267987799437007&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/8420267987799437007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/8420267987799437007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2008/10/god-is-not-safe.html' title='God Is Not Safe'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SPakKGTVeWI/AAAAAAAAAdM/DTiGSGjwLJQ/s72-c/Aslan1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-8704247125783885734</id><published>2008-10-14T14:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T14:02:11.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'>212 Degrees</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FpJQqzJj534&amp;hl=en&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/FpJQqzJj534&amp;hl=en&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/2806011330839935066-8704247125783885734?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/8704247125783885734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=8704247125783885734&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/8704247125783885734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/8704247125783885734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2008/10/212-degrees.html' title='212 Degrees'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-456901167028227701</id><published>2008-10-07T23:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T23:56:41.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironridge Bulldogs</title><content type='html'>Just for fun. I put together a video of our Bulldogs. Near the end of the video is a friend of mine Paul Mitton from Colorado. Paul is a great guy. He is also the District Executive Minister for the Rocky Mountain District. Who happens to be a Bulldog lover. I liked the picture of him holding his Bulldog so much I had to include it. Now I suppose I will need to pay him some kind of "Appearance Fee" for using his image.&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kHtwaJzB68A&amp;hl=en&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/kHtwaJzB68A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; The song in the video is done by a band called Ambrosia that my wife and I listened to when we were dating. The name is "I just can't let go". So whats the purpose? some things you do just for the fun of it. That and the song so reminded me of how I feel about the woman in my life. My wife, Terri. I am blessed. " The years don't change the way i feel inside"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806011330839935066-456901167028227701?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/456901167028227701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=456901167028227701&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/456901167028227701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/456901167028227701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2008/10/ironridge-bulldogs.html' title='Ironridge Bulldogs'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-8035292021248314071</id><published>2008-09-23T09:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T18:28:48.573-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cubs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Safe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baseball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wrigley field'/><title type='text'>Safe at Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SNj5KeizkoI/AAAAAAAAAaU/rFNIaUUKLAk/s1600-h/kid+slides.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SNj5KeizkoI/AAAAAAAAAaU/rFNIaUUKLAk/s320/kid+slides.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249219324093371010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a kid we grew up in a very different world than the one that exists now. Although I like &lt;a href="http://2ksports.com/games/mlb2k8/"&gt;Xbox Major League Baseball 2K8&lt;/a&gt; it’s just not the same. Our days running around the neighborhood consisted of one major event, baseball.  Baseball was an everyday activity and sometimes lasted all day. It’s what we did and who we were. Baseball was a dream, a chance to live a life bigger than yourself, amongst a rag tag bunch of guys who seldom wanted to be in the reality of the homes we lived in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember getting my Johnny Bench facsimile autographed catchers mitt from the local Western Auto store. It was the most treasured $25 piece of leather I had ever owned. Day after day we would head down to the empty lot which I happened to live next to and put together a sandlot game that seemed to go on for hours. More than likely it was probably 50 innings each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our days were spent with each other and rarely did anyone ever come looking for us. We all contributed something. Food from mom’s kitchen, baseballs, Bubblegum or the Chewing tobacco we tried once, but immediately threw up. We either played until it was too dark or until enough of us were called home by the only word that mattered, “dinner”. Those were the most care free times of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you grow older and time goes on, you move to other things. Things that need your attention such as family, careers, friends, life in general takes an unfamiliar turn. Then, there are the times when it all comes back. It never fails to come back to me when I walk into Wrigley Field or Dodger Stadium or for that matter any ballpark (Other than that artificial bubble in Minnesota). If there is a sensation of being close to heaven, there it is. Walking in through the gate, through the stone hallways and then through the entrance to the seats above the field. This little piece of heaven reveals itself with incredible colors. The bright lights illuminate the incredible green of the grass and the roar of the crowd brings a surreal sense of exhilaration to your ears. I sit quietly with such awe that I can hardly speak. That is until the first crack of the bat. Then, I’m in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I guess it’s not quite like heaven. I mean if God is that great and Wrigley field is the best he can do. We may all be in trouble. What it is really about is the dream. The dream makes life possible in the midst of turmoil. The dream makes the pain worth it. The dream leads us to believe that there is greater purpose and ability in us then we ever see on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reality is though, that a dream can’t be captured. It is always meant to be free and at some level unattainable. That’s what makes it great. It is that boundless arena of life that exists beyond us that is brought together by a promise made long ago; that in a world filled with trouble and pain, God is not finished with us. It is wrapped in a promise that a day is coming so glorious that we best be like children to fully enjoy it. A dream is worth chasing. It is worth dying for and it is worth surrendering all that we may think we are to finally slide in safe at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't let this throw you. You trust God, don't you? Trust me. There is plenty of room for you in my Father's home. If that weren't so, would I have told you that I'm on my way to get a room ready for you? And if I'm on my way to get your room ready, I'll come back and get you so you can live where I live. And you already know the road I'm taking." John 14:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams.”  Ashley Smith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806011330839935066-8035292021248314071?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/8035292021248314071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=8035292021248314071&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/8035292021248314071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/8035292021248314071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2008/09/as-kid-we-grew-up-in-very-different.html' title='Safe at Home'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SNj5KeizkoI/AAAAAAAAAaU/rFNIaUUKLAk/s72-c/kid+slides.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-8058557229272395841</id><published>2008-09-17T14:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T14:56:29.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrigleyville church</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SNFg5EQ_9DI/AAAAAAAAAYo/16QWR1ERyhs/s1600-h/church_of_wrigleyville.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SNFg5EQ_9DI/AAAAAAAAAYo/16QWR1ERyhs/s400/church_of_wrigleyville.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247081574377190450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we are in Chicago today. Beautiful weather just a couple blocks from the home of the cubs.These are perfect fall days and I think we best enjoy them while we can. Here is a couple of pictures of the church that we are meeting in. Wrigleyville church, Chicago Illinois&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SNFgltPoncI/AAAAAAAAAYg/bDpr1XfoTsk/s1600-h/wrigchurch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SNFgltPoncI/AAAAAAAAAYg/bDpr1XfoTsk/s400/wrigchurch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247081241779936706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806011330839935066-8058557229272395841?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/8058557229272395841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=8058557229272395841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/8058557229272395841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/8058557229272395841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2008/09/wrigleyville-church.html' title='Wrigleyville church'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SNFg5EQ_9DI/AAAAAAAAAYo/16QWR1ERyhs/s72-c/church_of_wrigleyville.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-3277583507626526456</id><published>2008-09-16T15:35:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T21:13:57.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago bound</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SNAY-MzF-tI/AAAAAAAAAYA/Hd66fcoZqZ4/s1600-h/purple_chicago_skylineresized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SNAY-MzF-tI/AAAAAAAAAYA/Hd66fcoZqZ4/s320/purple_chicago_skylineresized.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246721022753110738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I will be in the great city of Chicago Wednesday and Thursday for a Converge USA Church Planters think tank meeting. part of the reason I will be there is to give a report on the Converge USA Assessment center. The other part will be because the Cubs are playing the brewers! It is a tough call on which part is the more important one. Hmmm. Let's say the think tank meeting! Go CUBS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806011330839935066-3277583507626526456?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/3277583507626526456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=3277583507626526456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/3277583507626526456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/3277583507626526456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2008/09/chicago.html' title='Chicago bound'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SNAY-MzF-tI/AAAAAAAAAYA/Hd66fcoZqZ4/s72-c/purple_chicago_skylineresized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-4810834029256277536</id><published>2008-09-09T14:56:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T15:28:40.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Here are a few pictures I took today as I was traveling to pick up my wife from Work. The seasons are changing and you can sense that fall is just around the corner. Hopefully we will slide into it with an extended period of nice weather. Unlike our transition into spring. There really was no spring. Just an extended opening of the heavens above, with an usually long Iowa Monsoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SMbabwHMFVI/AAAAAAAAAXo/ipwcNRFgfDA/s1600-h/Sept+sky+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SMbabwHMFVI/AAAAAAAAAXo/ipwcNRFgfDA/s400/Sept+sky+020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244118986425898322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SMbZvMydXrI/AAAAAAAAAXg/yCKmieI6Mz0/s1600-h/Sept+sky+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SMbZvMydXrI/AAAAAAAAAXg/yCKmieI6Mz0/s400/Sept+sky+017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244118221029465778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SMbZiVnj01I/AAAAAAAAAXY/zD7lvuhbgno/s1600-h/Sept+sky+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SMbZiVnj01I/AAAAAAAAAXY/zD7lvuhbgno/s400/Sept+sky+014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244118000061371218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SMbWi_IUJEI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/yewS0EGa8MI/s1600-h/Sept+sky+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SMbWi_IUJEI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/yewS0EGa8MI/s400/Sept+sky+011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244114712669725762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SMbWXFTdnFI/AAAAAAAAAXI/O5uhJTLPrns/s1600-h/Sept+sky+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SMbWXFTdnFI/AAAAAAAAAXI/O5uhJTLPrns/s400/Sept+sky+010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244114508168666194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SMbV9dPD0sI/AAAAAAAAAXA/XTbGatVCcOY/s1600-h/Sept+sky+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SMbV9dPD0sI/AAAAAAAAAXA/XTbGatVCcOY/s400/Sept+sky+007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244114067916051138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806011330839935066-4810834029256277536?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/4810834029256277536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=4810834029256277536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/4810834029256277536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/4810834029256277536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2008/09/sunny-tuesday.html' title='Sunny Tuesday'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SMbabwHMFVI/AAAAAAAAAXo/ipwcNRFgfDA/s72-c/Sept+sky+020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-4177748752632782144</id><published>2008-09-08T10:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T11:10:52.863-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NFL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walter Payton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicago Bears'/><title type='text'>Rainy Monday...But How about those Bears!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SMVIe2HEMRI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-2Z5iBGRqp4/s1600-h/Bears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SMVIe2HEMRI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-2Z5iBGRqp4/s400/Bears.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243677035901235474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is well in the NFL. The Chicago Bears outplayed the Colts at every turn last night. Football always reminds me of my childhood hero Walter Payton. I can remember cold Autumn days playing football in the neighborhood and every kid seemed bigger than me. Bumps, bruises and sometimes blood. All with visions of Walter in my mind. Oh wow! It makes a rainy Monday a better day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you forget your roots, you've lost sight of everything" Walter Payton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8DIkTp5i4YE&amp;hl=en&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/8DIkTp5i4YE&amp;hl=en&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/2806011330839935066-4177748752632782144?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/4177748752632782144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=4177748752632782144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/4177748752632782144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/4177748752632782144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2008/09/rainy-mondaybut-how-about-those-bears.html' title='Rainy Monday...But How about those Bears!'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SMVIe2HEMRI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-2Z5iBGRqp4/s72-c/Bears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-1897858156767911491</id><published>2008-09-06T11:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T11:57:24.510-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zombie Likes Turtles'/><title type='text'>Zombie Likes Turtles</title><content type='html'>I started out today with a laugh. There is something funny about a Zombie that likes turtles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CMNry4PE93Y&amp;hl=en&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/CMNry4PE93Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has, like everything on the internet gone viral and shows up everywhere. Even T-shirts &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SMK10FJ6FLI/AAAAAAAAAWo/w7pl4y9fqRo/s1600-h/yhst-13942113699170_2014_1691839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SMK10FJ6FLI/AAAAAAAAAWo/w7pl4y9fqRo/s320/yhst-13942113699170_2014_1691839.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242952822554236082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SMK1-_Xfv8I/AAAAAAAAAWw/ozxGdoRxoXE/s1600-h/301163000036DM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SMK1-_Xfv8I/AAAAAAAAAWw/ozxGdoRxoXE/s320/301163000036DM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242953009979178946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4B-K4NGo2HE&amp;hl=en&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/4B-K4NGo2HE&amp;hl=en&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/2806011330839935066-1897858156767911491?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/1897858156767911491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=1897858156767911491&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/1897858156767911491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/1897858156767911491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2008/09/zombie-likes-turtles.html' title='Zombie Likes Turtles'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SMK10FJ6FLI/AAAAAAAAAWo/w7pl4y9fqRo/s72-c/yhst-13942113699170_2014_1691839.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-6455305608497712867</id><published>2008-08-26T16:46:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T23:54:33.346-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bluebirds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Risk'/><title type='text'>Worth The Risk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SLR6L4-dUKI/AAAAAAAAAUk/EiY8GIYCpv4/s1600-h/bluebird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SLR6L4-dUKI/AAAAAAAAAUk/EiY8GIYCpv4/s400/bluebird.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238946611230232738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was driving to Decorah Saturday when I noticed a large flock of birds. I was in awe of the incredible creatures God has created as I watched how they dipped and swerved in unison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little further a bird dipped into my line of travel and hit the windshield. I turned around and went back to see what type of bird I had hit. It was a bluebird. “Oh wow. Of all the species I could have hit it was a bluebird,” I said to myself.  Bluebird populations have declined due to encroachment of humans into its native grassland habitats. Bluebird houses have helped, but the bird has not returned to the populations it once knew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a part of our human history that we catch things and keep them in cages for our enjoyment. The song of the bird pleases our ears. Its beautiful colors up close and the intricate lines their delicate feathers create amaze our eyes. The thought crosses my mind. If only it was in a cage this wouldn’t have happened. If only it was in a cage, captive and safe.  Where no harm could come to it and where it had food and water all day long. There, seasonal temperatures would not be a factor in its daily routines and no risk of predators, storms, or fast cars buzzing through its world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see it that way would be to ignore the God given things. Ignoring the purpose it was created for. That little bluebird would have had to surrender its freedom, the wide open fields. It would have had to give up the adventure of new surroundings everyday as it migrates through the seasons. It would have to relinquish the magnificent ability to fly through the air at incredible speeds turning on a dime in mid-flight. It would forgo finding an amazing array of foods at a banquet table set by its creator. It would have to give up its reason to sing. Experience the sunshine only through wire bars and the only thing it would receive in turn for all that surrender is… safety. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safety is nothing more than a false sense of security. Believing you can actually manage a better future for yourself by hiding from what you cannot control. Safety is a promise made by those who cannot see beyond themselves. By those who fear dreams, who hide from life itself and those who would sell their souls for a perceived comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is. Safety is a lie. It does not exist. The very God who made you, took a risk that through all of this you might love him! There is no life in safety. It is a prison that holds you till you expire. You will exist never having really lived. It will steal from you the wonder you had as a child and the essence of life itself. No. The bluebird bird was right. In a world filled with dangerous things, it’s worth the risk to fly free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Every man dies. Not every man lives” Braveheart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SLR6gKWlRHI/AAAAAAAAAUs/SC1cSr4xJcY/s1600-h/eastern_bluebird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SLR6gKWlRHI/AAAAAAAAAUs/SC1cSr4xJcY/s320/eastern_bluebird.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238946959492203634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806011330839935066-6455305608497712867?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/6455305608497712867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=6455305608497712867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/6455305608497712867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/6455305608497712867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-was-driving-to-decorah-saturday-when.html' title='Worth The Risk'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SLR6L4-dUKI/AAAAAAAAAUk/EiY8GIYCpv4/s72-c/bluebird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-6122078540783445708</id><published>2008-08-24T22:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T22:20:50.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Find Time to Live</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SLIi5dLAwEI/AAAAAAAAAUc/HVh54z17XMw/s1600-h/bikingaug24+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SLIi5dLAwEI/AAAAAAAAAUc/HVh54z17XMw/s400/bikingaug24+023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238287687064010818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding Time to Live and enjoy the Blessings we have been given can be tough. Today was a day that we decided to do just that. Enjoy some of the Blessings we have been given and not let important moments slip away. The Cell phones were left at home and we slipped away into another world for a couple of hours. Just like when we were kids. We can still feel the wonder of the world around us. The breeze on our face. The birds slipping through the trees unnoticed. The silence of the woods. It is still all there. We just have to set our minds on wonder, close our eyes and feel. I hope your having one of those kind of days &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dQXH9heNyRc&amp;hl=en&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/dQXH9heNyRc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;God said, "My presence will go with you. I'll see the journey to the end."&lt;/span&gt; Exodus 33:14&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806011330839935066-6122078540783445708?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/6122078540783445708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=6122078540783445708&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/6122078540783445708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/6122078540783445708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2008/08/find-time-to-live.html' title='Find Time to Live'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SLIi5dLAwEI/AAAAAAAAAUc/HVh54z17XMw/s72-c/bikingaug24+023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-8863397081077512989</id><published>2008-08-22T23:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T23:13:11.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Twin?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SK-NZcxsofI/AAAAAAAAAUE/G70oT4sY_4A/s1600-h/Ventura2+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SK-NZcxsofI/AAAAAAAAAUE/G70oT4sY_4A/s320/Ventura2+015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237560360016060914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I heard it once this week. I heard it a hundred times. "Hey you look like that guy from the shield!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SK-N_jwRrQI/AAAAAAAAAUU/07XsFW5MXRU/s1600-h/hot-list-Michael-Chiklis-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SK-N_jwRrQI/AAAAAAAAAUU/07XsFW5MXRU/s320/hot-list-Michael-Chiklis-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237561014724177154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only see one thing in common&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806011330839935066-8863397081077512989?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/8863397081077512989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=8863397081077512989&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/8863397081077512989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/8863397081077512989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2008/08/if-i-heard-it-once-this-week.html' title='My Twin?'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SK-NZcxsofI/AAAAAAAAAUE/G70oT4sY_4A/s72-c/Ventura2+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-3883599772046736837</id><published>2008-08-13T11:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T11:11:38.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When one pans not enough</title><content type='html'>Some Have asked me how Ozzy is doing after his surgery. Well I think he is back to his old self. He always had a thing about pans. So here is the proof. He is back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h5GXDFFBbd0&amp;hl=en&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/h5GXDFFBbd0&amp;hl=en&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/2806011330839935066-3883599772046736837?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/3883599772046736837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=3883599772046736837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/3883599772046736837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/3883599772046736837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-one-pans-not-enough.html' title='When one pans not enough'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-3207128937883179690</id><published>2008-08-09T21:22:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T21:34:41.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lompoc California</title><content type='html'>This is the Lompoc Veterans Center where I performed the Wedding Of Tony Siminski and Jessica Lewis &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SJ5SSH2PFnI/AAAAAAAAARM/m_Xyd6LpqAM/s1600-h/Ventura2+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SJ5SSH2PFnI/AAAAAAAAARM/m_Xyd6LpqAM/s400/Ventura2+029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232710288348747378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SJ5SB3tfLOI/AAAAAAAAARE/WosMXyqJuTo/s1600-h/Ventura2+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SJ5SB3tfLOI/AAAAAAAAARE/WosMXyqJuTo/s400/Ventura2+021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232710009139178722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Trevor trying to perk up with a little caffeine. In the newspaper box on the front page is a story about Tony and Jessica getting married on 08-08-2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SJ5RwAdMrxI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/E0hT1admBMc/s1600-h/Ventura2+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SJ5RwAdMrxI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/E0hT1admBMc/s400/Ventura2+014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232709702249131794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Batman outside of the Veterans center in Lompoc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SJ5RiK5sROI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/vK-kUoM_hiA/s1600-h/Ventura2+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SJ5RiK5sROI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/vK-kUoM_hiA/s400/Ventura2+012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232709464534828258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trevor again enjoying the cool California weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SJ5ROp85l8I/AAAAAAAAAQs/fNyM50h_QBM/s1600-h/Ventura2+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SJ5ROp85l8I/AAAAAAAAAQs/fNyM50h_QBM/s400/Ventura2+009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232709129272399810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hills around Lompoc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806011330839935066-3207128937883179690?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/3207128937883179690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=3207128937883179690&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/3207128937883179690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/3207128937883179690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2008/08/lompoc-california.html' title='Lompoc California'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SJ5SSH2PFnI/AAAAAAAAARM/m_Xyd6LpqAM/s72-c/Ventura2+029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-3087477786552911277</id><published>2008-08-07T23:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T23:50:03.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ventura Pier and Community Presbyterian Church</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SJvQDh2G9hI/AAAAAAAAAQk/tm-iUoDPGfU/s1600-h/ventura1+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SJvQDh2G9hI/AAAAAAAAAQk/tm-iUoDPGfU/s400/ventura1+029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232004151164466706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SJvPmBdm6NI/AAAAAAAAAQc/8wAJWu2dDuU/s1600-h/ventura1+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SJvPmBdm6NI/AAAAAAAAAQc/8wAJWu2dDuU/s320/ventura1+018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232003644255561938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SJvPS_B1VfI/AAAAAAAAAQU/G79775nXefY/s1600-h/ventura1+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SJvPS_B1VfI/AAAAAAAAAQU/G79775nXefY/s320/ventura1+011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232003317184681458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806011330839935066-3087477786552911277?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/3087477786552911277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=3087477786552911277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/3087477786552911277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/3087477786552911277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2008/08/ventura-pier-and-community-presbyterian.html' title='Ventura Pier and Community Presbyterian Church'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SJvQDh2G9hI/AAAAAAAAAQk/tm-iUoDPGfU/s72-c/ventura1+029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-827295229579493922</id><published>2008-08-07T23:31:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T23:38:21.878-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ventura Highway in The sunshine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SJvM8QL5xXI/AAAAAAAAAQE/dwFejYsmV9I/s1600-h/ventura1+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SJvM8QL5xXI/AAAAAAAAAQE/dwFejYsmV9I/s320/ventura1+001.JPG" border="0" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we arrive in LA after traveling all night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232000727630071154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KtFYu7OYKTs"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KtFYu7OYKTs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt; Ended up waiting for our chauffer to pick us up, he was stuck in traffic for awhile&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SJvNe2Tmg_I/AAAAAAAAAQM/X3P8bHSvul8/s1600-h/ventura1+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SJvNe2Tmg_I/AAAAAAAAAQM/X3P8bHSvul8/s320/ventura1+006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232001321978463218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806011330839935066-827295229579493922?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/827295229579493922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=827295229579493922&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/827295229579493922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/827295229579493922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2008/08/ventura-highway-in-sunshine.html' title='Ventura Highway in The sunshine...'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SJvM8QL5xXI/AAAAAAAAAQE/dwFejYsmV9I/s72-c/ventura1+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-6276596649985690738</id><published>2008-07-29T13:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T13:52:18.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wanderer</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kF4mUq3hYyA&amp;hl=en&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/kF4mUq3hYyA&amp;hl=en&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/2806011330839935066-6276596649985690738?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/6276596649985690738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=6276596649985690738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/6276596649985690738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/6276596649985690738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2008/07/wanderer.html' title='The Wanderer'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-4763859721531596674</id><published>2008-07-23T17:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T15:50:16.299-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The monster under the bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SIezj65LoJI/AAAAAAAAAOY/e9f2C5tFHcQ/s1600-h/monsterunderbed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SIezj65LoJI/AAAAAAAAAOY/e9f2C5tFHcQ/s400/monsterunderbed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226343322272637074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a lot of fear about these days: fear of the economy failing, fear of job loss, fear of a foreign aggressor taking our peaceful existence from us, or the fear of McDonalds “two fish fillets for a $1” being discontinued.  It just seems to be everywhere. So in a country that is driven by its consumerism I have to ask the question, “Who’s making a living off of all this fear?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen people over the years whose lives are ruled by fear. Every decision they make or don’t make comes at the hand of fear. It becomes their constant companion in the night, and in a strange sort of way, their sick friend during the day. They won’t go anywhere without him and in fact they take better care of him than themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear becomes their excuse for why they don’t or why they won’t. Fear becomes their reason for why they are where they are and why they never expect to be where they want to be. The only one making a living from all this fear is fear itself. It is simply an old wives tale that blows away in the wind when we refuse to feed it. It holds no power over us if we don’t let it. It is simply the monster under the bed that exists only in our minds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we really need is someone to show us the shadows on the walls in our darkened room are only shadows. It's just like a child’s imagination playing tricks on itself giving life to what doesn’t exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one of the greatest quotes ever is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t be afraid, just believe”&lt;br /&gt;-Jesus  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may take some time to accomplish, but it is developed as we walk down the trail of life. The more we see, recognize and understand what little there is to fear. The faster we will be transformed by not being afraid. Greek philosopher Epictetus said, “What ought one to say then as each hardship comes?  I was practicing for this, I was training for this.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How we see the present is directly affected by how we see our journey’s purpose. If we see our purpose to be no more than to put in our time we are limited to the tangible items our world offers us. If we see our purpose to discover who we were created to be everyday is an opportunity to turn a corner that will reveal a new victory.  If we expect the hardship, the trial, the test, than what Epictetus said becomes our strength. This is what we trained for. Jesus said, “In this life we will have trouble, but take heart for I have overcome the world.”  So the door is open. The secret is out. “There is nothing to fear, but fear itself.” The monster under the bed has been exposed. He is not real! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no more excuses for not really living life. “Don’t be afraid, just believe”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this video about Bobby McMullen. In a world he can't see he knows no fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xqyMRh4FAaU&amp;hl=en&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/xqyMRh4FAaU&amp;hl=en&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/2806011330839935066-4763859721531596674?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/4763859721531596674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=4763859721531596674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/4763859721531596674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/4763859721531596674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2008/07/monster-under-bed.html' title='The monster under the bed'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SIezj65LoJI/AAAAAAAAAOY/e9f2C5tFHcQ/s72-c/monsterunderbed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-626038194083276039</id><published>2008-07-16T13:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T19:25:06.011-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons from a Bulldog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SH49_EkIL9I/AAAAAAAAAOA/MonqoOQv5hw/s1600-h/1stbullyapr2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SH49_EkIL9I/AAAAAAAAAOA/MonqoOQv5hw/s200/1stbullyapr2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223680771562680274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Standing at the edge of the operating table, I watched my bulldog Ozzy undergo surgery. I couldn’t help but see the frailty of life as I watched his chest rise and fall. I have always been somewhat of a ‘farmer’ of sorts when it comes to animals, but my experience with Ozzy 3 years ago changed that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ozzy was just four months old when he contracted the Parvo Virus. If you don’t know what Parvo is, let me say that it is the ugliest of the diseases that puppies can contract before their own immune system comes up to speed. It causes massive dehydration and kills in just 48 hours without treatment. Even with treatment many don’t survive the dehydration and intestinal tissue loss it causes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was July 4th and we rushed our little bulldog to the emergency vet. The prognosis was not good and 3 days later with IV’s to replace lost fluids, we were taking Ozzy home with what the vet felt was little hope of recovery.  I spent the next ten days sitting with him in our basement, Changing IV bags, cleaning up after him and trying to will him to live. He was hit by depression as well as the physical effects of the disease, but he fought on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten days later, I emerged from the basement with him alive and on the road to recovery and I had a new friend for life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Life and death demands center stage. It grabs you, stops you and causes you to set everything else aside. Our lives here are but a vapor. Here today, blown away by the wind tomorrow.  A bulldog lives on the average 10 years. What a waste of such great personality. In those ten years, they struggle with all kinds of maladies known to afflict the breed. Still, when they look you in the eye with that smile from a head the size of an overfilled basketball and his tongue hanging out, you can’t help but realize the impact that they have on your life. You can’t help but smile. Why? Well, because they are nothing more than what they were created to be; a short bodied, large headed, wrinkled mass of joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are so sure of themselves. They are not even afraid to fart in the company of people they have never met before. We’re not talking about a little stinker, but a full fledged “who died!” gut wrenching gaseous burst of death. You look at them and they just act like, “Wow, wasn’t that something?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the surgery finally complete, Ozzy struggled to overcome the effects the anesthesia had on his body. Still groggy we took him home to recover. That was two days ago. Tonight he is standing here in front of me. Catching treats I flip to him and simultaneously sneezing and farting and he just smiles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There is a lot we could learn from Ozzy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Not to get caught up in things we can’t control. &lt;br /&gt;2. Enjoy each day no matter what it brings. &lt;br /&gt;3. Nothing is that bad. &lt;br /&gt;4. Never give up. &lt;br /&gt;Oh and 5. Real friends don’t care how you smell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven goes by favor. If it went by merit, you would stay out and your dog would go in.&lt;br /&gt;- Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SH4-LjMTdhI/AAAAAAAAAOI/zc6Cwd-c8ug/s1600-h/Ozzy+adult.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SH4-LjMTdhI/AAAAAAAAAOI/zc6Cwd-c8ug/s400/Ozzy+adult.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223680985942685202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806011330839935066-626038194083276039?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/626038194083276039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=626038194083276039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/626038194083276039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/626038194083276039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2008/07/lessons-from-bulldog.html' title='Lessons from a Bulldog'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SH49_EkIL9I/AAAAAAAAAOA/MonqoOQv5hw/s72-c/1stbullyapr2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-8302474253917555753</id><published>2008-07-06T21:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T21:59:44.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RAGBRAI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SHGEWfva2-I/AAAAAAAAAMc/sdFUwrezIsI/s1600-h/ragbrai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SHGEWfva2-I/AAAAAAAAAMc/sdFUwrezIsI/s400/ragbrai.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220098965111495650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new Ragbrai jersey is all Iowa. RAGBRAI is still planned to take place on the scheduled route on July 20-26, 2008. Despite the flooding that so many community's have experienced. Are you planning on riding all or part of the route this year?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806011330839935066-8302474253917555753?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/8302474253917555753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=8302474253917555753&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/8302474253917555753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/8302474253917555753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2008/07/ragbrai.html' title='RAGBRAI'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SHGEWfva2-I/AAAAAAAAAMc/sdFUwrezIsI/s72-c/ragbrai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-4230178530559583761</id><published>2008-07-05T22:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T22:47:13.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Healer of our hearts…lover of our souls</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rcs8tHuq8Og&amp;hl=en&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/rcs8tHuq8Og&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; I know what it means to have my heart healed. It just took a long time to understand that Jesus was the Lover of my soul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though there are many words written about those short sentences. The reality is that often it takes time. Time requires commitment. But not in the way that religion would require it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember at one point in my journey considering the monastic life of the monks and wondering if that may be what God requires from us. Well I would not have been much good at being a monk. Monkey maybe, but not a monk. Besides the fact that brown is not my color. I am much more of a Johnny Cash black guy. At another juncture I was sure what He wanted was for us to be like certain religious people around us. But then I couldn’t learn to cry on demand. Dead end again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only in a tree; bear hunting in Newfoundland after 14 days of 6 hour stints of setting nauseatingly still and tuning out the clouds of rumbling mosquitoes that something struck me. With no one to talk to, not a bear in sight, No electronic gadgets to pre occupy my mind. Not even a burnt stick to scratch my name out on a slab of bark. I remembered this verse “Be still and know that I am God” and in that moment I realized the magnitude of those words “The Lover of my soul”. It did not matter if time suddenly ceased. There was nothing more to attain. For the one who knew me before I was in my mother’s womb, Loved my Soul!  I knew that if my life went no further and they found me in a pile of bear dung some forty miles into the wilderness. I had found my reason to be. Every time I make a trek to the woods it reminds me of the Lover of My soul! I was there yesterday. I talked to him. He hasn’t changed. He is still the Healer of our hearts…The lover of our souls &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Marlan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lbWr7D-6NsY&amp;hl=en&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/lbWr7D-6NsY&amp;hl=en&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/2806011330839935066-4230178530559583761?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/4230178530559583761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=4230178530559583761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/4230178530559583761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/4230178530559583761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2008/07/healer-of-our-heartslover-of-our-souls.html' title='Healer of our hearts…lover of our souls'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-3564465338485732222</id><published>2008-07-01T14:27:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T21:27:38.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>POUNCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VDeq8cbOr30&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VDeq8cbOr30&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; The Serval is an African cat that is one of the most successful felines. It has large ears that it uses to locate its prey in the tall grass. Its long legs allow the Serval to get a bird’s eye view of its surroundings and leap ten feet into the air to catch birds. All of the Serval’s special abilities converge to do what it does best, pounce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing in this cat that would cause it to leave what it is naturally good at to try to develop the skills that some other animal might have. In fact, even in surroundings other than its natural African habitat, it will still do what it does best, pounce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I see people who are downplaying their gifts and abilities for some “New Way” or “New and Improved” methods or ideas. The end result usually ends in disappointment. As humans we tend to want what we see in others and fail to use our own gifts in a productive way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we are to find success in our life we need to follow a few simple guidelines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stop&lt;/span&gt; trying to measure up to those around you. In case you have not noticed. You are not them. God made you different for a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stop&lt;/span&gt; wanting the gifts others have been given and really look at how to maximize your own gifts. What are they? How can I use them to benefit others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Start&lt;/span&gt; being yourself. You were made for a purpose! Most of who you are may still be undiscovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Start&lt;/span&gt; giving yourself time to develop. Find a mentor, a church, a friend who sees the best in you and will encourage you to grow and develop your gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then, when your opportunity comes, Pounce!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, just be careful when attempting to jump off of someone’s Fridge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sdbSnmetciU&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sdbSnmetciU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to think of nature as an unlimited broadcasting station, through which God speaks to us every hour, if we will only tune in.  ~George Washington Carver&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806011330839935066-3564465338485732222?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/3564465338485732222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=3564465338485732222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/3564465338485732222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/3564465338485732222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2008/07/pounce.html' title='POUNCE'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-7498455121882758182</id><published>2008-06-29T20:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T20:28:25.484-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where the Hell is Matt?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SGg2JBr3QoI/AAAAAAAAALs/hTnEtOvIfH0/s1600-h/Where-The-Hell-Is-Matt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SGg2JBr3QoI/AAAAAAAAALs/hTnEtOvIfH0/s320/Where-The-Hell-Is-Matt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217479697007854210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if our most successful means of communication is the child like spirit that lives inside us? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The web is full of so many opinions, facts, and comments, just like our world. There are so many ways to try to deal with the struggles and various thoughts we see playing out each day in our world. For every action, there are various opposing actions and nothing seems to be the answer. Our world continues to struggle driven by greed and self promotion of the individualistic needs of its people and centuries upon centuries have changed nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am not much for the Doomsday theories. I have a positive attitude in most situations. I just wonder. How long will we look within ourselves for the answer to our existence? How long will we consider our own selfish needs over the importance of others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has to be a way, a way that removes the pain of the struggle. A way that let’s us feel the freedom of not having to appease ourselves all the time. A new way that cuts through the disease that permeates our hearts and leads us to the truth of our own humanity. Restoring us to the freedom we so long for, that exists only in the deep recesses of our souls. Is it possible? I believe so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long time ago it was written, “and a child shall lead them…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirsty Traveler said...&lt;br /&gt;"Dancing" speaks of:&lt;br /&gt;...Life. Life is a dance with the triune God.&lt;br /&gt;...Freedom and joy. Laying down our cares, worries, and burdens, living and celebrating each moment.&lt;br /&gt;...Adventure. Not knowing where you will be tomorrow, but celebrating each "today."&lt;br /&gt;...Commonality. There are many different cultures, dress, and dances. It's not how we dance, but that we dance that matters. That we are willing and able to let go and dance.&lt;br /&gt;...Community. There is joy and celebration in dancing solo, but greater joy and impact is found when we share our dance with others.&lt;br /&gt;Share your dance.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SGg2R_gjHYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pms4vjSqKMI/s1600-h/matt2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SGg2R_gjHYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pms4vjSqKMI/s320/matt2006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217479851042348418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806011330839935066-7498455121882758182?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/7498455121882758182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=7498455121882758182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/7498455121882758182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/7498455121882758182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-if-our-most-successful-means-of.html' title='Where the Hell is Matt?'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SGg2JBr3QoI/AAAAAAAAALs/hTnEtOvIfH0/s72-c/Where-The-Hell-Is-Matt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-8850699987867394673</id><published>2008-06-23T23:32:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T17:30:06.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok. Seriously. This stirs something in me. Watch it. Then click the word 'comments' below the video. tell me what your thoughts are about this. What comes to your mind. Then I'll share some ideas with you about it. When you click comments you can do so anonymously so Let's see if we can get a bunch of comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marlan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt; &lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1211060&amp;amp;server=www.vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1211060&amp;amp;server=www.vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vimeo.com/1211060?pg=embed&amp;sec=1211060"&gt;Where the Hell is Matt? (2008)&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.vimeo.com/user484313?pg=embed&amp;sec=1211060"&gt;Matthew Harding&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com?pg=embed&amp;sec=1211060"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806011330839935066-8850699987867394673?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/8850699987867394673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=8850699987867394673&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/8850699987867394673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/8850699987867394673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2008/06/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-1172434237468496040</id><published>2008-06-17T22:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T10:03:10.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy Comes in The Morning</title><content type='html'>“Weeping may last for the night, but joy comes in the morning.” Sometimes life gets to be a bit too much with all the challenges, stresses of our routines, or the loss of someone special to us. We have been given a gift from God. One that we should realize is a lot more important to us than it is. That gift is laughter! If your week has been tough for one reason or another, get yourself something to drink, lean back in your chair and watch this video. I guarantee it will make you smile. If it doesn’t, call me and we will setup some counseling sessions. It is a little long, but is well worth the time. The older gentleman seated in the middle has something contagious. It’s a laugh that will make you laugh.  &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z4Y4keqTV6w&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z4Y4keqTV6w&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; We were filled with laughter, and we sang for joy. And the other nations said, "What amazing things the LORD has done for them."Psalm 126:2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806011330839935066-1172434237468496040?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/1172434237468496040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=1172434237468496040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/1172434237468496040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/1172434237468496040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2008/06/joy-comes-in-morning.html' title='Joy Comes in The Morning'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-7326259645081804214</id><published>2008-06-14T22:04:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T22:24:46.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gas Crunch and Smokey Robinson</title><content type='html'>It appears that summer may finally be here. The waters have receded from the recent floods and the Gas prices continue to be on the move upwards. With summer comes the traveling season and the inevitable mile after mile of crusin that the youth do each evening in town. Remember the gas crunch in the late 70's early 80's? What better sound than Smokey Robinson to cruise to. This might bring back a memory or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DrZsVi-R_xk&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DrZsVi-R_xk&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/2806011330839935066-7326259645081804214?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/7326259645081804214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=7326259645081804214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/7326259645081804214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/7326259645081804214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2008/06/gas-crunch-and-smokey-robinson.html' title='The Gas Crunch and Smokey Robinson'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-6615634038173379680</id><published>2008-06-07T21:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T21:22:36.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"What We Do In Life, Echoes In Eternity"</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oYLseVbOHjk&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oYLseVbOHjk&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/2806011330839935066-6615634038173379680?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/6615634038173379680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=6615634038173379680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/6615634038173379680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/6615634038173379680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='&quot;What We Do In Life, Echoes In Eternity&quot;'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-3031351570860322585</id><published>2008-05-27T22:44:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T11:01:25.347-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day Challenges</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SDzVmEdpHRI/AAAAAAAAAIA/3haFqxcuQJc/s1600-h/pix+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SDzVmEdpHRI/AAAAAAAAAIA/3haFqxcuQJc/s320/pix+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205270119343267090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorial Day we went for a ride through the Decorah Trails. Temperature was great. Sun Shining. Perfect day to get out. This is my son Trevor. Tearing up the trails. Here is an excerpt from an article he wrote called 'Challenges' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biking has become one of the most cherished ventures in my life.  Although I have a risk of acquiring injuries, those risks don’t stop me from riding at all.  Every challenge I undertake gives my life a meaning and a purpose.  Martin Luther King Jr. expressed, “The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.”  I will never quit pushing myself to try new experiences or to get better at current hobbies.  I won’t ever stop.  In fact, my dad and I are planning to ride across the US. When that happens, I’ll have reached another one of my goals. Trevor  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SDzYFkdpHSI/AAAAAAAAAII/5e5noswwZZs/s1600-h/pix+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SDzYFkdpHSI/AAAAAAAAAII/5e5noswwZZs/s320/pix+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205272859532401954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806011330839935066-3031351570860322585?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/3031351570860322585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=3031351570860322585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/3031351570860322585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/3031351570860322585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2008/05/memorial-day-fun.html' title='Memorial Day Challenges'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SDzVmEdpHRI/AAAAAAAAAIA/3haFqxcuQJc/s72-c/pix+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-4178318401552746759</id><published>2008-05-19T23:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T15:55:10.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow The Leader</title><content type='html'>I can still remember when my so called “friend” came running around the fence waving his arms. That was the signal to slip through the fence and take the 4 lawnmower tires that we needed to build our go-cart. That signal meant that old man Munson was busy pumping gas and the coast was clear to take what was not ours. What we didn’t see was Mr. Ramlo watching us from the adjacent yard. We were12 year old thieves caught in the act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember Mr. Ramlo telling me. “Keep hanging out with that guy and he will get you into trouble you can’t get out of. He only cares about himself!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following can get you in a lot of hot water at times, especially when the people you are following have only their own interests in mind. We base so much of what we do in life on how we are accepted or rejected by others. At times, we find ourselves doing things that we never would have done just to find acceptance from someone. Just to be liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We judge our worth by how many so called friends we have and we would do almost anything to just belong, be liked, or be loved. The truth is that real friends exist to make your day. Not to make you pay. They would never ask anything of you that would bring you shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore we have to choose wisely who we are following. After all, our future is a stake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kTbIBswvvC0&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kTbIBswvvC0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/2806011330839935066-4178318401552746759?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/4178318401552746759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=4178318401552746759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/4178318401552746759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/4178318401552746759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2008/05/follow-leader.html' title='Follow The Leader'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-352298167416297941</id><published>2008-05-12T21:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T21:44:44.934-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tim Keller on Religion Being a Problem in the World</title><content type='html'>I saw Tim Keller in Orlando last month. He does make a point.Tim is the pastor of Redeemer Church in New York&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KrMdTrb65xw&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KrMdTrb65xw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/2806011330839935066-352298167416297941?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/352298167416297941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=352298167416297941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/352298167416297941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/352298167416297941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2008/05/tim-keller-on-religion-being-problem-in.html' title='Tim Keller on Religion Being a Problem in the World'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-1579359029471627628</id><published>2008-05-07T21:20:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T08:56:08.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's alright to fight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SCJtpPLOgnI/AAAAAAAAAGo/kDH9Os2xfHg/s1600-h/TaraLlanes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SCJtpPLOgnI/AAAAAAAAAGo/kDH9Os2xfHg/s200/TaraLlanes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197837475154657906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bike&lt;/span&gt;, a cycling magazine, today when I came across an article entitled “Still Life, The recovery of Tara Llanes.” Last September, Tara Llanes was competing in a dual slalom bike race when she crashed and broke five vertebrae in her back, paralyzing her from the waist down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been watching her blog and reading about her tough road to recovery since her accident. What a terrible thing to have to deal with at such a young age, or for that matter, any age. As I continued to read the article, I saw a picture that particularly struck a chord in me. It was a picture of her room at the Craig rehab center where she was rehabbing immediately after surgery. On the wall, in the picture, next to the hand washing station was a sign that read, “Everything will be ok in the end. If it’s not ok, it’s not the end.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many times we live our lives as if we are trying to catch that moment where everything was trouble free. The perfect day, the perfect dinner, the perfect words spoken to the perfect person in our perfect lives. We go on thinking &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; is the goal of life: to achieve those sensational, trouble-free moments again. Because of that chase, we are left feeling like we are on the down side of life more than on top of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus said, “In this world you will have trouble…But take heart!  I have overcome the world.” Funny thing about that Jesus guy; He always gets it right, doesn’t He?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if we have all gotten soft. Have we no desire to fight it out? After all, what’s life without a good fight? It is part of our human history, but more often than not, we just want it the way we want it. Our very souls demand we fight! That we don’t give up. We are not quitters: whether it is against an enemy who would take our freedom, a disease that wants to steal our days, or a catastrophic injury. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is that we are free to fight. Free to believe that we can. In fact, what are we if we do not? We have and will always be inspired by those who fight. It was Winston Churchill who said, “Never, never, never give up” and he brought a country to its feet to achieve what seemed impossible in defeating an aggressor that was determined to overwhelm them.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Maybe today you have had one of those moments where you have just wanted to give up. There is no glory in quitting, but there is in following. The one I am following told me to expect trouble in this life. But he also said, “Take heart for he has over come the world.” The sign read. “Everything will be ok in the end. If it’s not ok, it’s not the end.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what the end looks like. It’s not here. It’s out of this world. Go for it Tara! It’s worth the struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kmnVwXR2f2A&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kmnVwXR2f2A&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an&lt;br /&gt;invincible summer.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-- Albert Camus (1913-1960) French Writer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806011330839935066-1579359029471627628?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/1579359029471627628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=1579359029471627628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/1579359029471627628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/1579359029471627628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='It&apos;s alright to fight'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SCJtpPLOgnI/AAAAAAAAAGo/kDH9Os2xfHg/s72-c/TaraLlanes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-2045569529335001893</id><published>2008-05-02T12:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T21:43:29.407-05:00</updated><title type='text'>See the Signs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SB50SVBaf8I/AAAAAAAAAGg/nBQYd7zI6Vs/s1600-h/thumb_slowdown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SB50SVBaf8I/AAAAAAAAAGg/nBQYd7zI6Vs/s200/thumb_slowdown.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196718878261673922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes our preconceived ideas about how God is working in our lives keep us from the very joys that he is trying to give us. It is easy to get in the position of seeing God as if he is a genie in a lamp. We can feel as if he is just here to provide us with what we want, when we want it. God is really asking us instead to talk to him and listen to him. It is a relationship, but in our frantic world it probably looks more like we are demanding and trying to “kick his door in” to get him to respond to us.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;One of the great secrets of a simpler life is found in &lt;br /&gt;Psalm 46:10&lt;br /&gt;       "Be still, and know that I am God; &lt;br /&gt;       I will be exalted among the nations, &lt;br /&gt;       I will be exalted in the earth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul said after knowing Christ for 15 years "That I may know him." That was still his main goal in life. Although we may struggle at times with the whole, “knowing God” thing, the proof is in the journey. We must pace ourselves and commit to the whole trip. It is not an overnight thing. It takes time and we will grow in him in unexpected ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Isaiah 40:31 says:&lt;br /&gt;"But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint."&lt;br /&gt;We have to stop trying to kick his door in and instead listen to that still small voice. He might be pointing to the very thing we have been looking for. We were just too focused on our own ideas to notice it. The answer was there all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GJbiw_bOFmY&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GJbiw_bOFmY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/2806011330839935066-2045569529335001893?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/2045569529335001893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=2045569529335001893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/2045569529335001893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/2045569529335001893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2008/05/see-signs.html' title='See the Signs'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SB50SVBaf8I/AAAAAAAAAGg/nBQYd7zI6Vs/s72-c/thumb_slowdown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-7520412455872217146</id><published>2008-04-26T00:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T00:57:34.509-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Give Up</title><content type='html'>My Mother told me there would be days like these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4_nTlsTK7qo&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4_nTlsTK7qo&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never give up. Victory is just around the corner. We are called to persevere! &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James 1:2-4: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806011330839935066-7520412455872217146?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/7520412455872217146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=7520412455872217146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/7520412455872217146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/7520412455872217146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-mother-told-me-there-would-be-days.html' title='Never Give Up'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-6696976068160121354</id><published>2008-04-21T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T23:15:11.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Check this out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SA1l5FBafsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/MMm-QVh4wcU/s1600-h/orlando-%2Bupside%2Bdown.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SA1l5FBafsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/MMm-QVh4wcU/s320/orlando-%2Bupside%2Bdown.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191917976703106754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Drove by this last night. Wow it gets windy down here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806011330839935066-6696976068160121354?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/6696976068160121354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=6696976068160121354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/6696976068160121354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/6696976068160121354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2008/04/check-this-out.html' title='Check this out'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SA1l5FBafsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/MMm-QVh4wcU/s72-c/orlando-%2Bupside%2Bdown.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-8080998809865831944</id><published>2008-04-21T22:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T23:06:43.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoping For the Right Connection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SA1g_1BafrI/AAAAAAAAAC0/1kIIqKyZXkE/s1600-h/american_airlines_plane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SA1g_1BafrI/AAAAAAAAAC0/1kIIqKyZXkE/s320/american_airlines_plane.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191912595109084850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While traveling through the Chicago O’Hare airport, you get a sense of an uneasy tension that exists. While people are shuffling about at all kinds of paces, heading to some great destinations, the one thing that everyone here has in common is that they are all hoping for the right connection. The wrong connection or a missed connection means disaster for the traveler. Hope of a restful vacation or a big business deal is lost if the wrong connection is made. What was supposed to culminate in a memorable moment is now enveloped in disappointment and loss.    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;How much planning does someone put into a trip? From the reservations, the saving of the money needed, to all of the hours of thought. All in hoping that the expectations they carry for the trip will go off without a hitch. This all depends on connections.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;What has gotten you to this place in your life? How many connections that you’ve made have been the difference in you getting what you want?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Such as getting the job you have waited for, the house you hoped for or maybe even the woman or man of your dreams. How successful would you be with out good connections?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I have way more than exceeded my dreams in life, and it is not for lack of dreams. I have had and still do have many. Many of them in fact are huge dreams that will take much more than I to make come true. I have dreams.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And with help, guidance, and the right connections, those dreams can become reality.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;We are all on a trip. We are just passing through earth, looking for the right connections to be able to continue our journey. We all need someone to help connect us to the source that will guarantee our journey continues. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Everyday I connect with the only source that knows me better than I know myself. The only source that can guarantee I will reach my undeserved destination. It is the one who has made me, who loves me, who has patience beyond measure with an impatient soul. He is the one who created the stars and the heavens, the one who breathed life in to my two sons, and who gives me a reason in the midst of airport confusion…to smile. It is God, The Lover of My Soul.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806011330839935066-8080998809865831944?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/8080998809865831944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=8080998809865831944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/8080998809865831944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/8080998809865831944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2008/04/hoping-for-right-connection.html' title='Hoping For the Right Connection'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SA1g_1BafrI/AAAAAAAAAC0/1kIIqKyZXkE/s72-c/american_airlines_plane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-644800071068364956</id><published>2008-04-21T14:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T12:03:33.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am in Orlando at the National New Church planters conference</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SAzsu8fIHHI/AAAAAAAAACs/T5u9X1721WI/s1600-h/EolaParkAndDowntownOrlandoSkyline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SAzsu8fIHHI/AAAAAAAAACs/T5u9X1721WI/s320/EolaParkAndDowntownOrlandoSkyline.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191784761706159218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Orlando is warm. It also looks like an amusement park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marlan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806011330839935066-644800071068364956?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/644800071068364956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=644800071068364956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/644800071068364956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/644800071068364956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-in-orlando-at-national-new-church.html' title='I am in Orlando at the National New Church planters conference'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SAzsu8fIHHI/AAAAAAAAACs/T5u9X1721WI/s72-c/EolaParkAndDowntownOrlandoSkyline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-8464675133917252026</id><published>2008-04-17T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T18:21:39.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Dose of reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;Perspective makes all the difference. We live in a world that is driven by individualism and success. Almost from birth we are saddled with expectations and goals. We are to have the perfect job, marriage, life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;Thursday I was returning from a trip to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;Minneapolis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;Airport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;. I dropped off a puppy at the northwest air cargo dept. at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="5"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;5:00 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt; to be delivered to its new home in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;Las   Vegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;Nevada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;. An hour later I stumbled into the first coffee shop I found. Caribou coffee in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;Rochester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;MN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;A Mocha espresso with an extra shot of caffeine. that should wake me up. I grabbed a table and looked at the mornings headlines. As my mind started to wake up I overheard two guys at the table in front of me. They were reading E.M. Bounds book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prayer&lt;/span&gt;. The one gentleman said to the other, “There are so many expectations in life. So many things to keep up with, the mortgage, family, car payments, education… Is this really the way that God wants us to live?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;He’s right, there are so many expectations. The world spins so fast that sometimes we just want off. When we see ourselves as the center of the universe we are always in danger of spinning out of control. It is only when we see Jesus as that center that everything begins to balance out. I say "begins" because it happens over time as our relationship with him grows. It takes effort on our part.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;Scott Stapp from Creed wrote a song called "You Stand Here With Me." In this song he says, “I’ve learned the world is bigger than me, you’re my daily dose of reality”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;My daily dose of reality is found every time I read the bible. Every time I talk to him. It puts me and my life in perspective. It changes my thinking from I am the center to understanding that God is and that he is in control. Man does that take the pressure off! Have you had your daily dose of reality?                      &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;"Stand Here With Me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_vjkAJdn0QM"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SAgqyL7GtgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t6WGtCcqXok/s200/Creed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190445612227016194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;You always reached out to me and helped me believe&lt;br /&gt;All those memories we share&lt;br /&gt;I will cherish every one of them&lt;br /&gt;The truth of it is there's a right way to live&lt;br /&gt;And you showed me&lt;br /&gt;So now you live on in the words of a song&lt;br /&gt;You're a melody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stand here with me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when fear blinded me you taught me to dream&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you everything I am and still fall short of&lt;br /&gt;What you've done for me&lt;br /&gt;In this life that I live&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can give love unselfishly&lt;br /&gt;I've learned the world is bigger than me&lt;br /&gt;You're my daily dose of reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stand here with me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On and on we sing&lt;br /&gt;On and on we sing this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you stand here with me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&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/2806011330839935066-8464675133917252026?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/8464675133917252026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=8464675133917252026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/8464675133917252026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/8464675133917252026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2008/04/daily-dose-of-reality.html' title='Daily Dose of reality'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SAgqyL7GtgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t6WGtCcqXok/s72-c/Creed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-4565725245604212792</id><published>2008-04-14T00:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T00:22:28.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace Like A River flows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SALnXb7GtWI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cvBjtXGh-4Y/s1600-h/18+Dunning+Springs_JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SALnXb7GtWI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cvBjtXGh-4Y/s320/18+Dunning+Springs_JPG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188964110502901090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;can remember as a boy. A bunch of kids from the neighborhood made up a young troop of adventurers who would run all over town on our bikes. We traveled through the streets, the fairgrounds, the dump and back alleys. It was almost as if everyday was another episode of Indiana Jones. We never really got into big trouble. But we lived each day as if the world was open to us for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the summer grew hotter we had to find new ways to cool off from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Iowa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; summer heat. Our travels eventually led us to a great place known as Dunning Springs. Just at the edge of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would race to the springs. Climb the side hill to a little waterfall and step into the water. Leaning into the falls the cold spring water would run over our bodies, cooling us from the summer heat. It not only cooled our skin, but it felt as if the cold water was flowing through the core of our bodies. What an incredible feeling. Refreshed and drenched we would jump on our bikes and continue the day’s adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized today. That is the exact feeling you get when you forgive others. All the weight of un-forgiveness is washed away as the spirit of God that lives inside us, flows through the core of our being and sets us free. The heat of the hate and anger is washed away and the freedom that Christ gives us flows through us just like standing in that waterfall. Forgiveness brings Peace Like a river flows.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh, The bike back then. It was a 5 speed Schwinn Stingray, with a stick shift. It was the coolest thing on the road. Isn't life great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SALpS77GtYI/AAAAAAAAABI/6bueBSOLs7A/s1600-h/1971+Schwinn+Sting+Ray+Fastback+5+speed+Boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SALpS77GtYI/AAAAAAAAABI/6bueBSOLs7A/s320/1971+Schwinn+Sting+Ray+Fastback+5+speed+Boys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188966232216745346" 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/2806011330839935066-4565725245604212792?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/4565725245604212792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=4565725245604212792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/4565725245604212792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/4565725245604212792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-can-remember-as-kid.html' title='Peace Like A River flows'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SALnXb7GtWI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cvBjtXGh-4Y/s72-c/18+Dunning+Springs_JPG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-1251473905065612580</id><published>2008-04-10T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T20:07:14.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Little Wing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=HVCHOR-rVlQ"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M5rVgxmekeM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M5rVgxmekeM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806011330839935066-1251473905065612580?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/1251473905065612580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=1251473905065612580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/1251473905065612580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/1251473905065612580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2008/04/little-wing.html' title=''/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-1178903187968430705</id><published>2008-04-10T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T21:18:08.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One more turn Please</title><content type='html'>OK, It just won't stop raining here. We have not seen the sun since it was made! And I am not sure if this is spring because it looks and feels a lot like fall. Maybe we missed summer. Maybe I am just anxious to ride. I recently got a new bike and it is not doing much for me as a wall decoration. It's time to ride. Come on planet. Spin a little faster&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806011330839935066-1178903187968430705?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/1178903187968430705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=1178903187968430705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/1178903187968430705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/1178903187968430705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-more-turn-please.html' title='One more turn Please'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2806011330839935066.post-3661443471259888166</id><published>2008-04-09T09:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T15:20:15.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You just never know</title><content type='html'>You Just Never Know.  The older I get. The more I see the importance of that little sentence. You Just Never Know. So much of what we know is shaped by our experiences, personalty types, and the lens  that we have been looking through for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is almost as if everyone is at one of those viewing sites at Mount Rushmore with those viewing binoculars you slip a quarter in for an up close look. For a lot of years I marveled at the view I was getting from my Lens. You could see so much! You could determine where you would look and what you would focus on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day I had a strange idea. "I wonder what other people are seeing". I mean, I just assumed everyone was seeing what I was seeing. After all it was so incredible. There could not possibly be anything more spectacular than the view I had from my lens. "I wonder what other people are seeing". If you have a thought twice it must mean something right?:) So I decided to have a look. I looked through the lens of others around me. I saw it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I can't tell you what it was, you will just have to look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Just Never Know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2806011330839935066-3661443471259888166?l=youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/3661443471259888166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2806011330839935066&amp;postID=3661443471259888166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/3661443471259888166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2806011330839935066/posts/default/3661443471259888166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youhavetogothedistance.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-just-never-know.html' title='You just never know'/><author><name>Marlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0mNQoBg2Ik/SOT-toMfVHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xDymohIFK3g/S220/Marlan+blog+portrait.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
