tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185779062024-03-08T14:51:08.022-05:00† in His gripJust the musings of a guy trying to get it right.
Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't.Ven Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15653283163602363166noreply@blogger.comBlogger108125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18577906.post-1164684243262968562006-11-27T22:22:00.000-05:002007-11-07T15:08:36.615-05:00I moved!!This is the last post on this site.<br />Blogger is too slow for my taste.<br /><br />Please go to <a href="http://web.mac.com/ven.taylor/">http://web.mac.com/ven.taylor/</a><br />and read my blog.<br /><br />VenVen Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15653283163602363166noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18577906.post-1162031753596839372006-10-28T06:11:00.000-04:002006-10-28T16:06:10.580-04:00Like, whoah...<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/1600/triptoPB.1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/320/triptoPB.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />This is a picture of the road to <a href="http://www.theperfectblend.org">The Perfect Blend</a>, a coffee shop we built in the front of New Faith.<br />I was hoping the shutter speed would be slow enough to capture the feeling of movement.<br /><br />My blogger buddy, Margaret, mentioned something that got me thinking.<br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">I know... "Great, Ven's thinking again".</span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">So anyway, she mentioned free will in the essence, "where we're allowed to pick...either way is fine with God".</div><div align="left">I can really think about that for a long time and probably get different thoughts, but the one I'm thinking right now is that she's right.</div><div align="left">Notice she didn't say, "God doesn't care", but rather, "either way is fine".</div><div align="left">I think God probably trusts us to make good decisions sometimes. After you've been around in this world a while, you start to catch on about certain things...</div><ul><li><div align="left">Fire burns (fire bad!!)</div></li><li><div align="left">Coffee tastes better with sugar and cream</div></li><li><div align="left">Summer in Florida is hot</div></li><li><div align="left">Slap somebody, you'll probably go to jail.</div></li><li><div align="left">Love someone unconditionally, they'll probably love you back.</div></li><li><div align="left">Shut up and listen, you'll probably learn something.</div></li></ul><div align="left">Granted, there's more than this, but you get the gist.</div><div align="left">I think we reach a point in some of our decisions that God is okay with whatever path we take because He knows it'll still get us where He wants us.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">I don't think this is one of those, "I've figured it all out" things... Instead, it's a, "Good job kid" type of thing.</div><div align="left">We still have lots to learn, but God wants to let us know we're at least on the right road from time to time.</div><div align="left">I just started thinking about my sons... the year they each decided they didn't need me to walk them to the bus stop anymore.</div><div align="left">It was that same year I realized they were right.</div><div align="left">If I contort myself just right, I can still see their feet under the tree, but I'm far enough away so that I'm not in the way.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Hmm. I'm going to stop there and think some more.</div>Ven Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15653283163602363166noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18577906.post-1161914159544303882006-10-26T21:40:00.000-04:002006-10-26T21:55:59.570-04:00Easy like Thursday night...<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/1600/100_3578.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/200/100_3578.jpg" border="0" /></a> Here's a reflection of me and JaNonda singing at the coffee shop.<br />I really had a good time Saturday night. Before I knew it, I ran through two 30-minute song sets.<br /><br />I know it's been a while since I've blogged, but I've decided to only blog when I feel inspired to write. There's nothing like uninspired writing. <br /><br />So, in conclusion, henceforth and forever more, I shall only write when inspiration strikes. So let it be written... so let it be done.<br /><br />I felt like Yul Brynner in <u>The Ten Commandments</u> just then. He played a character not unlike myself. I see myself as Pharoah sometimes. All the power in the world, but a slave to his own stupidity and pride.<br />How often do I falter because I choose to follow my own plans instead of God's plans?<br /><br />Hint... it's more often than you'd think.<br /><br />I taught Thursday night's class tonight and my subject matter meandered around our plans vs. God's plans and how we "struggle" with God for control.<br />(I say, "struggle" because it's honestly an easy contest... God wins. We just fail to see it.)<br /><br /><br />Group participation time!!!<br />What "tips and tricks" have you found work when confronted with this whole "my will vs. God's will" thing?<br /><br />I'd love to know them.Ven Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15653283163602363166noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18577906.post-1161050202726714592006-10-16T21:13:00.000-04:002006-10-16T21:56:42.826-04:00Just sitting around<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/1600/chilling_out_on_the_pier.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/320/chilling_out_on_the_pier.jpg" border="0" /></a> I really like this picture. It speaks to me of a comfortable solitude.<br /><br />The only thing it's missing is a killer glassy chest-high wave with a nice right peel.<br /><br />Just kidding.<br /><br />I enjoyed a very fulfilling day today. At least I think it was. I got all my work done, had lunch with my buddy Bryan, and took my guitar in to have a pro setup done. I even helped my son finish his project.<br /><br />It's amazing what you can accomplish when you don't waste your time. <br /><br /><div align="right">Hmm... Wasting time.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">I feel inspiration coming...</div><div align="left">How much time do we waste with selfishness?</div><div align="left">On my way to work in the morning, I see a homeless lady on the bench. I ask myself what I can do for her. I like the idea of walking over to her and saving her from the hand life has dealt her.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">I have to tell you though... I still have this fear. I'm not sure what I'm afraid of, but I'm still afraid. It's the weirdest thing too. At church and church functions, I speak to strangers all the time. Maybe it's because I'm the home team and they're the visitors.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Out in town, it's neutal turf. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">And my fears race like wildfire.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Unfortunately, the result of my fear is a lady on a park bench that probably missed another meal.</div><div align="right"><br />Selfishness... It sucks.</div><div align="right">Lord, help me look past my own selfishness and see the truth.</div><div align="right">Don't let people suffer because of my selfishness.</div>Ven Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15653283163602363166noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18577906.post-1160707007200399582006-10-12T22:17:00.000-04:002006-10-12T22:38:58.390-04:00Crystal clear...<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/1600/alilistonmural00pg-1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/200/alilistonmural00pg-1.jpg" border="0" /></a> Ever feel like this guy?<br /><br />I don't mean Ali... I mean Sonny Liston. Yeah... the guy on his back looking up at Ali.<br /><br />What was going through Liston's mind right then? Well, besides the obvious, "Man o' man... He hits hard".<br /><br />Do you think Sonny was considering giving up? Imagine being on your back and looking up at the <strong><em><u>right this moment</u></em></strong> proven greatest boxer of all time. And then realizing he's the one who put you where you are... flat on your back.<br /><br />I'd love to say I feel like Ali. But I sometimes feel like Sonny. I sometimes feel like giving up.<br />This isn't a hint for people to come to my rescue. I'm just thinking out loud.<br /><br /><div align="right">But I do sometimes feel like giving up.</div><div align="right">I think, "Why do I bother?"</div><div align="right">"Does it all matter?"</div><div align="right">"Do I matter?"</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">But...</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Then I find moments that help me realize my efforts are <strong><em>not</em></strong> in vain.</div><div align="left">Moments like this morning. Over coffee, eggs over medium, and toast. When I'm sharing my heart with someone who is really hearing me. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="right">Not just waiting for me to stop talking, but truly listening.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">It is moments like these that help me realize...</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><strong><em>This</em></strong> is why I don't give up.</div><div align="left"><strong><em>This</em></strong> is why I bother.</div><div align="left">It <strong><em>does</em></strong> matter.</div><div align="left">I <strong><em>do</em></strong> matter. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">So if you find yourself in a moment like Sonny, try to remember. Yeah, it's hard sometimes, but there's a moment coming that will remind you why you keep trying.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">I promise... it's coming.</div>Ven Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15653283163602363166noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18577906.post-1160229065613516012006-10-07T09:23:00.000-04:002006-10-07T09:51:06.530-04:00The emergent Church... Answers<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/1600/Q&A.gif"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/200/Q%26A.gif" border="0" /></a><br />Margaret posted some questions on her blog. Instead of filling up her comments section, I figured I'd try to answer them here.<br /><br /><strong>1. What do you think is the biggest reason (young) people are leaving the church?</strong><br />I think th ebiggest reason is two-fold. First, I believe that we're not teaching them to have their own faith. Instead, we are trying to give them copies of our faith. A story is good, but an experience can never be taken away. Second, I believe that young people see the stark difference between what culture shows them is real and what the church tells them is real. Then they see the genuine nature of art, music, and people in culture... and choose to ignore the church. Again, our fault.<br /><br /><strong>2. What do you think are the biggest concerns of our generation, secular and religious? </strong><br />I kind of answered that in #1. Not necessarily just for young people, but for all people.<br /><br /><strong>3. Who do you think are some people our generation holds as "heroes"? Why?</strong><br />I think our generation doesn't have heroes. I know it sounds sad, but I think it's true.<br />In the most general sense, true heroes disappeared in the 60s & 70s. People like Malcolm X and Martin Luther King Jr., people that gave their lives for what they believed... they are heroes to me.<br />I believe there are icons that we identify, but none that we, as a group, can say are true heroes. I could say that there are heroes du jour, but their time in the spotlight is as fleeting as our attention span.<br /><br /><strong>4. Why do you think the emergent churches are being successful? Are they diagnosing something that is missing in traditional churches? Are they just hitting a niche market?</strong><br />As a member of an emergent church, I believe we are offering something that the more traditional churches lack... Transparency and genuine love without agenda.<br />We as leaders, know they're not perfect, and they know we're not perfect. We all believe we're on this exciting journey.<br /><strong>5. What is the role of the church in social justice? </strong><br />I see the church's role in social justice is the same as any other human being. We've all been wired to recognize injustice and act. Now, just because you act out against the bad guys doesn't mean you're a good guy. How you act is just as important as whether or not you act. The enemy of my enemy is not always my friend. Revenge is not justice.<br /><br /><strong>6. Should Christians be involved in protests against the government? Should protests be Church sponsored?</strong> Yes and no. See above for part 1, but I don't believe the church should sponsor them because that is not the role of the church. The church's job is to love people and be a light that shows them God's love. Not push an agenda.<br /><br /><strong>7. Should Christians be in politics? And if so, should they make their Christianity public? </strong><br />I think Christians belong in politics... not church leaders. We should all work within our area of gift. Margaret said that passion+calling= innovation. If God has called you, and you have a passion to lead people on a personal level, then lead them. Keep your political views out of their ears, and just show them God's love. Let God do the transforming. However, if God has given you administrative gifts and passion for leading government, then do it. Just don't tell me I should vote for you based solely on the fact that we go to the same church. If your viewpoints on how to lead this country are disagreeable to me, don't expect my vote. I also believe we should all make our Christianity public. It is nothing to be ashamed of. It's something to hold dear that you recognize God's love for not only you, but the world.<br /><br /><strong>8. How should the church respond to "Christian" politicians who are revealed to be inscandals or caught out in lies?</strong> The same way we should deal with anyone caught in the same boat. Offer correction and forgiveness. And then help them along by holding them accountable.<br /><br />So there you have it. My thoughts, but I think they're well-thought. <br /><br /><div align="right">I think.</div>Ven Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15653283163602363166noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18577906.post-1160227062733819032006-10-07T08:46:00.000-04:002006-10-07T09:17:42.950-04:00Catalyst Trip - final thoughts<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/1600/LQ.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/200/LQ.jpg" border="0" /></a> We stayed at LaQuinta Inn in Norcross. Apparently, "LaQuinta" is Spanish for, "No Internet Access". We tried getting logged in for two days, but we might as well have been trying to solve all the world's problems with twenty bucks and a free weekend.We never got on the web, therefore, my plans for a running blog were thwarted.<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/1600/PA040021_edited.1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/200/PA040021_edited.1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />This is us leaving the hotel the first day. Notice that we're all wearing a striped shirt. "Yes waitress, we'll have three orders of orange with an extra side of creepy".<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/1600/PA040022_edited.1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/200/PA040022_edited.1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />While standing in line to sign in, (man that was a long line) we were told that, if we'd already received our tickets, we didn't have to wait in the line.<br /><br />Bonus!<br /><br />Now to find some coffee... <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/1600/PA040044_edited.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/200/PA040044_edited.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />So now we're attending labs, listening the speakers. I can't say we're learning a lot. I think the biggest thing we learned was that we're not missing the mark. Apparently, a lot of churches are doing what we're doing. That's good. If a lot of churches are doing what we're doing, and we're impacting our community, then so are they.<br /><br />That's good news!<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/1600/PA040028_edited.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/200/PA040028_edited.0.jpg" border="0" /></a>I'd say the true highlight of our trip was that we got to meet our blogger buddy, Margaret Feinberg. As an added bonus, we got to meet her husband, Leif. They were both very kind, genuine, and funny people I've met in a long time. Don't ask me why, but I kind of expected them, as celebrities, to be more bourgeois & artsy. I was happy to discover that they were just a loving couple that liked to goof off and chat.<br /><br />I could sum up this Catalyst experience in one word... People.<br />The people I met this year have really given me hope that this world is in good hands. God is raising up people that don't want to be seen, but instead, want to be heard.<br />They realize that we, as Christians, <strong>are the church</strong>... we aren't just building a church.<br /><br /><br /><p>Oh yeah... and I got to take part in the largest pillow fight in history. Pretty funny.</p><p></p>I have more pictures to post, but blogger is pitching a fit and won't let me upload any more pictures in this post. I guess I'm done.<br />I'm very excited about the next six months. I don't know what's going to happen, but I know it's going to be something grand.<br /><br /><div align="right">Of course, when God's in the picture, it's got to be good.<br /></div><p>What do you see coming in the next six months?</p>Ven Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15653283163602363166noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18577906.post-1159929605422734642006-10-03T22:15:00.000-04:002006-10-03T22:40:05.506-04:00Catalyst Trip - A running blog<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/1600/PA030002.1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/200/PA030002.0.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is me getting in the car to pick up Chuck from his house.<br />I just got a new camera. Something nice and slim to slide into the ol' pocket.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/1600/PA030004.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/200/PA030004.jpg" border="0" /></a>I saw something I've never seen before on the trip there. It was a helicopter towing a ship. I was wondering why the traffic across the Hampton Roads bridge tunnel was so thick... Well, now I know.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/1600/PA030007.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/200/PA030007.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Here's a picture of Chuck at the airport in Newport News. He was reading Relevant Magazine. Go figure. He was reading, I was trying to finish up my work.<br />I managed to get it all done before the plane got there.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/1600/PA030010.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/200/PA030010.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p>We made it to Atlanta pretty quickly. I watched the pilot episode of 'Eureka' on SciFi on my iPod. I liked it a lot. It brought out my inner nerd. I snapped this photo of Chuck waiting on Casey Page.</p><p></p><p></p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/1600/PA030014.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/200/PA030014.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p>That's me at the airport waiting on Casey.</p><p></p><p>Pretty uneventful so far, but the week is young. Normally, putting myself, Casey, and Chuck in a room together is bound to have a comical outcome, so we'll see. We stopped at the Cracker Barrel and had dinner. Our conversation quickly degraded into a boyish banter. Somehow, we ended up talking about hydro-colonics and how much they must hurt.<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/200/PA030018.jpg" border="0" />This is us in the hotel. I know... nothing funny yet. We're kinda tired, so we'll be funny later. Maybe tomorrow. Catalyst labs are tomorrow, so we need to get up early enough to get breakfast and hit the Center by 8:30 so we can sign up for our labs.</p>Ven Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15653283163602363166noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18577906.post-1159498083386355502006-09-28T22:27:00.000-04:002006-09-28T22:48:06.933-04:00What are we doing?<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/1600/nofreak.gif"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/320/nofreak.gif" border="0" /></a> Okay. I'm just gonna lay this all out.<br />Please, nobody freak out on me.<br /><br />I love helping pastor a church.<br />I mean it. I really love it.<br />Watching people reach out to God and watching God grab their hand is something I'll never tire of seeing.<br /><br />I love music ministry, I love sharing a Sunday morning message once in a while. I love praying with and for people. I love teaching Godly principles to people.<br /><br />What I don't love is the non-people-related stuff. The hard stuff.<br />I don't love the "business" of church.<br />I don't love not knowing whether or not the rent is going to get paid.<br />I don't love wondering how all this ministry stuff is getting paid for.<br />I don't love seeing my friends give everything and then have nothing left.<br /><br />It's stuff like this that makes me feel helpless.<br /><br /><div align="right">...and alone. </div><div align="right"> </div><div align="left">I know all this stuff needs to happen. </div><div align="left">I know the building needs to be cleaned and maintained. </div><div align="left">I know bills need to be paid.</div><div align="left">I just wish all this stuff were easier to manage so we could focus more on the people of New Faith and beyond.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Maybe I'm lacking in faith. Maybe I'm not depending on God enough. Maybe.</div><div align="left">God... please remind me how You know what You're doing.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="right">...and then remind me again.</div><div align="right"> </div><div align="left">Are you pushing me out of the nest so I can fly? </div><div align="right">Or am I trying to fly too early?</div><div align="left">Am I just going blind?</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Lord, help me see.</div><div align="left">Or remind me You see enough for both of us.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Either way, I'll be okay.</div>Ven Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15653283163602363166noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18577906.post-1159455915611629982006-09-28T10:28:00.000-04:002006-09-28T11:05:16.060-04:00iThink iHave been assimilated...<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/1600/locutus-of-borg.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/200/locutus-of-borg.jpg" border="0" /></a> So iFinally did it. On a whim, iDecided that iWould buy an iPod.<br />iHad a web design job that tossed me some extra cash so iTook the plunge.<br />It's neat, iGuess iHaven't figured out all the nifty benefits so far, but it makes me wonder...<br />Why did iBuy it?<br /><br />Was it so iCould look cool? Was it so iCould be trendy?<br />My main thought was so iCould watch some movies on the plane to Catalyst Conference next week. If Chuck isn't sleeping on the plane, he'll be reading. Either way, iMight be bored. iCan only read for so long before iGet bored.<br /><br />iSwore to myself iWould never buy one of these things. iThought they were a waste of money. iDidn't think iNeeded to listen to music or watch videos everywhere iWent.<br /><br />Great... now I'm wondering... How many things do iDo just to fit in?<br />iBuy (at least iThink iBuy) trendy clothing, iListen to trendy music. iHave a trendy car.<br />Is there a line between "being trendy" and "selling out"?<br /><br /><div align="right">I know there are scriptures that tell me to be "set apart". </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">But does that mean I have to turn my back on everything?</div><br /><div align="center">If so, why?</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">iThink God isn't asking me to turn my back on all that this world has...</div><div align="left">iThink He's asking me to be willing to turn my back on what this world has if it gets in between me and Him.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">I'm willing to do that. If things iEnjoy cause me to turn away from God, I'll gladly turn my back on them.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Just help me keep my promise God.</div><div align="center">iDon't think iCan do it alone.</div>Ven Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15653283163602363166noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18577906.post-1157922243422289642006-09-10T16:42:00.000-04:002006-09-10T17:05:16.620-04:00Along for the ride<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/1600/out%20the%20window.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/200/out%20the%20window.jpg" border="0" /></a> I may have already said this, but I've got something stuck in my head that I would like to share.<br />When God spoke to Moses about rescuing the Israelites, God never said, "I need you to do something for me".<br />God never said, "Can you do me a favor?"<br />He said, "I have heard the cries of my people in bondage".<br />He said, "I have come down to rescue them."<br /><br />He then said, "So now go. I am sending you to the Pharoah to bring my people out of Egypt."<br />It was as if God was saying, "I'm going to do this, and I want you to go along for the ride."<br />I find that interesting... It's almost like God doesn't need our help.<br />I remember reading in the bible where God said, "If I were hungry, I wouldn't tell you".<br /><br />Imagine that.<br /><br />God doesn't need anything from me.<br />That's kind of humbling and refreshing at the same time.<br /><br />At first glance, one could assume that they can go along their merry way and not worry about doing anything God says to do.<br />The thought of, "Well, God doesn't need me, He'll do it by Himself... I'm off the hook" may spring to mind.<br />Au contraire mon frair (cheezy French accent).<br />The truth of the matter is quite the opposite.<br />God is saying, "I'm involving you in this project because I want you to learn something from it".<br />He's also saying, "I want to bless you with something, and here's how I'm going to do it".<br /><br />Honestly, how many of you have truly heard the voice of God tell you to do something and then realize it was a mistake?<br /><br />Me neither.<br /><br />Usually when I've tripped on the proverbial carpet like that it's because I "<em>heard</em>" what I wanted to hear instead of what God was saying.<br /><br />Next time God wants you involved in something, hey... go for it.<br />Just tell Him you're on board with whatever He wants to do. You'll love the ride.<br /><br />I dunno... What do you think?Ven Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15653283163602363166noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18577906.post-1157724481421777672006-09-08T09:43:00.000-04:002006-09-08T10:08:01.503-04:00To a friend...<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/1600/SadnessB%26W.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/200/SadnessB%26W.0.jpg" border="0" /></a> I got some shocking news last night.<br />One recent addition to the New Faith community passed away.<br />His name was Brad. In the hustle and flow of New Faith's sudden growth, it has been hard to keep up with all the new folks.<br /><br />Brad was different. He stood out in the crowd.<br />I couldn't put my finger on it when we met, but I knew something set him apart.<br />Maybe it was his Marine Corps background, maybe it was because he was just so genuine.<br /><br />I wish I could have spent more time with him. I could have known him better. I know I would be better for the experience.<br /><br />Brad came to our special gathering last Thursday.<br />Normally, Thursday nights are for teaching & discipleship, but we decided to do a Sunday-like gathering on Thursday, then skip Sunday morning to spend time with our families & friends.<br /><br />While we were doing the music, I could feel something different. It was as if God was saying, "Today is even more special than you can understand or feel".<br />Even though I enjoyed God's extra-special presence, I had no idea what was really going on.<br />I found out last night that Brad gave his heart to Jesus that Thursday night.<br />I also found out that Brad said something almost prophetic that Thursday.<br />Pastor Chuck was talking about "civilized Christianity" and how it has caused a lot of Christians to settle for the mediocre lives the world is offering. Brad said, "There's no way to civilize me anymore..." He also said he was never going to miss another Sunday service.<br /><br />How right you are Brad. You're with Jesus now and every day is Sunday.<br /><br />It's amazing how quickly people can find a place in your heart.<br />Normally, I wouldn't be as emotionally effected by the passing of someone I'd only met casually... only a few times in passing. I can't explain it. Is God changing me or was Brad just that special?<br /><br />Hopefully, it's a little of both.Ven Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15653283163602363166noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18577906.post-1157551308390485792006-09-06T09:44:00.000-04:002006-09-06T10:01:56.670-04:00New New New!!!<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/1600/brandnew.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/200/brandnew.jpg" border="0" /></a> I got a new blogger template. What do you think?<br />I think I'm going to try & make my own one day.<br />It doesn't look easy, but I may be mistaken.<br /><br />Pam started her new job yesterday. For the moment, she's working from home. She and her co-worker are working out of the theater room. I set up all the PCs in there so she could do database work.<br /><br />We also got a new problem. Nothing big. The washing machine sprung a leak last night about 10pm.<br />We cleaned it up, but couldn't find the source of the leak.<br />After closer inspection, it turned out that the direct drive pump (chunk of plastic underneath) had one of those plastic bubbles that broke open. It looks like a bubble that was created when the plastic was being molded.<br />I jammed some waterproof pipe repair epoxy in there & we're gonna see how it goes.<br /><br />I also got my car back from the shop. 'Cept the speedometer doesn't work now.<br />I called them up & they said they'd fix it in 3 minutes. I just have to bring it out to them.<br /><br />Adventures!!! <br /><br />You know... If it weren't for bad moments, most of us wouldn't have fun stories to tell.<br />Have you ever noticed that?<br />The best stories you hear are usually based on someone's harrowing experience.<br /><br />I guess it's good that we have rough patches in life. They make for funny stories.<br /><br />Next time you're going through a rough patch, just think to yourself...<br /><br />"Man... This is gonna be a funny story one day."Ven Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15653283163602363166noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18577906.post-1157120898823221582006-09-01T10:16:00.000-04:002006-09-01T12:09:37.776-04:00Unfaithful<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/1600/godtestbroken%20heart1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/200/godtestbroken%20heart1.jpg" border="0" /></a> I was thinking more about my memories.<br />I don't know why I can't get past this.<br /><br />I've realized that they're there for a reason, so why not go with it.<br /><br />I remember my first heartbreak.<br />Her name was Elizabeth Nelson and I was 16 years old.<br /><br />We broke up and she started dating my best friend, Fred. They broke up and we started dating again. We're talking young dating, nothing serious (now) but back then, my heart was totally in it.<br />She and I were walking by his house and she decided to stop in and talk with him "privately". Being foolish, I told her it was fine. I went back to my house and waited for her.<br />And waited.<br />And waited.<br />The next day, my friend Fred shows up to school with a hickey on his neck.<br />I was devastated. I had no understanding of why they would do this to me.<br />I can still remember the pain I felt... The betrayal.<br /><br />For some reason, I thought of this last night and God spoke to me through it and said, "This is how I feel when you're unfaithful to me."<br /><br />The pain of that betrayal all came back at once. It was as if God wanted me to remember exactly how it feels when you're cheated on.<br /><br />Now try to imagine how deeply God loves us... So much more than we're ever going to be capable of loving.<br />When we're unfaithful to God in thought, word, or deed, God's pain must be unbearable.<br />I don't want to be unfaithful to God. I don't want to repay all his love with betrayal.<br />I don't want to give God pain in exchange for the joy, peace, and love He's given me.<br /><br />Lord, you are more faithful than I... Help me stay faithful to you.Ven Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15653283163602363166noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18577906.post-1157033018276072632006-08-31T09:33:00.000-04:002006-08-31T10:03:38.390-04:00I'm not dead yet...<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/1600/geezer.gif"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/200/geezer.png" border="0" /></a> A few nights ago, I went to dinner at the <a href="http://www.theraven.com/">Raven restaurant</a> with a friend.<br />The server comes up and asks, "Have you been here before?"<br /><br />I said, "yes... I even worked here before".<br />She then asked the worst question in the world.<br /><br />"Really... When?"<br /><br />As I thought back, I realized it was when I was 15. That was 22 years ago.<br /><br />Ugh.<br /><br />Is it possible that I'm that old? What happened? I don't feel old. It's like someone put me into cryogenic stasis and I've recently woken up.<br />I remember it all, but it's more like a book report than a memory.<br /><br />Memories are weird things. I mean, I can't remember which elementary school I went to, but I remember the girl who almost threw up on me at a party.<br />I don't remember the names of the kids in my high school (maybe a few) but I vividly remember what it felt like when I first learned to ride a bike.<br /><br />I don't remember my first girlfriend's face, but I remember the terror of meeting my first bully in Florida.<br /><br />Where am I going with this? I have no idea.<br /><br />Oh yeah... Old.<br />Am I old? What is old? I'm 37 years old. For a head of lettuce, I'm ancient. For a tree, I'm still pretty young. For a mountain, I have not even begun in my years.<br /><br />For a man, I think I'm just right.<br /><br />In fact, I think I'm having more fun now than when I was a kid.<br />When I was a kid, I always had people telling me I couldn't do this or that.<br />Now that I'm an adult, I can make my own decisions and live with the consequences.<br /><br />Like that stupid bike ramp. Yeah. That wasn't so smart.<br />But I did it. My son got to see first hand why you don't jump a hardtail mountain bike on a wet street.<br /><br />I think that's why my mom always told me "no". She was afraid I'd hurt myself.<br />She was right, but sometimes you have to get hurt to truly learn.<br /><br />Maybe that's one of the keys to life. Some things you just have to experience for yourself.<br /><br />Epiphany time!!!<br /><br />Yeah... I'm sure of it. That's probably the main key to life. You ready for it?<br /><br />God could have created us and just put us all in Heaven to worship & adore him and love one another all the day long. But we would never truly understood the depths of His love for us.<br /><br />God put us down here on Earth so we could experience the contrasts of:<br />Pain - So we'd understand comfort<br />Suffering - So we'd understand healing<br />Hate - So we'd recognize love<br />Anger - So we'd understand joy<br />Jealousy - So we'd learn to trust<br />War - So we would appreciate & long for peace<br />Fear - So we would overcome it and become brave<br /><br />He also sent down His own Son to prove it could be done.<br /><br />Wow... where did that come from? What just happened?<br /><br />So I guess it's good that I'm old. I have experienced a lot. Hopefully, there are more experiences on the way!!!Ven Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15653283163602363166noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18577906.post-1155578700886799772006-08-14T13:31:00.000-04:002006-08-14T14:05:00.980-04:00My evil plan to save the world...<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/1600/brain.gif"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/320/brain.gif" border="0" /></a> Five Iron Frenzy has a song with this title. <br /><br />I never really paid much attention to it until I was on the road with my family. My son asked why they have an evil plan.<br /><br />As I was explaining it, I realized that I was in mid-epiphany.<br /><br />The chorus goes like this:<br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>I have an evil plan to save the world for every man, and I think it's better than the way it's being run. Oh, the ground works laid, no don't be afraid, I'm sure that I can fix it, when I figure out the physics.</em></span><br /><br />The song is done in jest, but the logic is sound. God has a plan for this world. We're part of it. When we decide that our plan for our lives, or the lives of those around us, is better than God's plan, our plan immediately becomes evil.<br /><br />Some of you may not agree, but God is funny that way. We don't have to believe in Him for Him to exist. We don't have to agree with God for God to be right.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">God just... is.</span><br /><br />That's pretty final if you ask me.<br /><br />Stay on track with me now. <br />Jeremiah 29:11 says that God already has a plan for us. That plan is in our very best interest.<br />I said all that to say this...<br />If God's plan is better than any plan we could possibly come up with, our own personal "master plans" for our own lives, no matter how well-intentioned, are evil.<br /><br />When I say, "evil"... I don't mean 'eeeeveeeeil' (holding pinky to corner of mouth for effect). I just mean that, compared to God's plans, our plans are harshly flawed at best.<br /><br />So think about that when you decide that your plans are better than God's. I'll stick with God's plans for my life.Ven Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15653283163602363166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18577906.post-1155040423712982392006-08-08T08:13:00.000-04:002006-08-08T08:33:44.046-04:00When to say when...<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/1600/weight_lifting_07.gif"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/200/weight_lifting_07.png" border="0" /></a> I've been thinking about that phrase lately.<br />Is there a point where you call it quits?<br /><br />Don't freak out on me. I haven't been thinking about quitting anything.<br /><br />Since Pastor Chuck asked if we wanted to take this journey with him, I've seen a lot of things... in myself, and in others.<br /><br />I've been given lots of reasons to quit... I've been given lots of reasons to stay one more day.<br /><br />But the question du jour is this: Is there a point when you say, "enough is enough".<br />Is there a point where you say, "It's not worth the work, struggle, pain, and sacrifice"?<br /><br />The short-sighted would say "yes" to this.<br /><br />However, Phillipians 2:5-8 tells me otherwise.<br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;">5 Think of yourselves the way Christ Jesus thought of himself. 6 He had equal status with God but didn't think so much of himself that he had to cling to the advantages of that status no matter what. 7 Not at all. When the time came, he set aside the privileges of deity and took on the status of a slave, became human! 8 Having become human, he stayed human. It was an incredibly humbling process. He didn't claim special privileges. Instead, he lived a selfless, obedient life and then died a selfless, obedient death - and the worst kind of death at that: a crucifixion.</span><br /><br />What I read here, In a nutshell, is that Jesus never said, "it's not worth it".<br />His final words to His disciples were words of encouragement to continue and that He would always be with them.<br /><br />So is there a point of diminished returns?<br />I say no.<br />I often think back on something Pam read to me. She was reading one of her Frank Peretti books. The end of it had two angels ascending into Heaven, but one stopped to witness someone's "coming to Jesus" moment. The angel stopped and said, "Wait... let me see this one more time".<br /><br />So I guess that's the point I'm trying to make. What drives me is not the treasures in Heaven, but the chance to see one more person fall in love with Jesus. <br /><br />Not because they're notches in some Heavenly belt, but instead, witnessing this wonderful event is like getting saved all over.Ven Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15653283163602363166noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18577906.post-1154918811305209902006-08-06T22:39:00.000-04:002006-08-06T22:46:51.320-04:00An apology???<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/1600/smile_mon.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/320/smile_mon.jpg" border="0" /></a> It seems I have a new reader. I think this reader doesn't approve of my writing or my beliefs.<br /><br />Fair enough.<br />I'd like to officially retract my "looking like a retard" comment as it was harsh and unnecessary.<br />It was way out of context, but I was trying to describe how badly I looked when getting back into surfing.<br /><br />All that being said, I'd also like to re-iterate the purpose of my blog. These thoughts are my own. Right or wrong, they're mine. If that makes me a bad person, then I guess I'm a bad person.<br /><br />I feel if I continually censor myself, I'll slide into mediocrity and will lose the free-speech / free-flowing thoughts and musings of a guy trying to get it right.<br />Not a guy who's got it right, but trying to get it right.<br /><br />Okay. Nuff said. Read some of my earlier stuff. It's more inspiring.Ven Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15653283163602363166noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18577906.post-1154569789248870142006-08-02T21:20:00.000-04:002006-08-02T21:49:49.506-04:00I have decided<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/1600/I%20hate%20my%20job.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/200/I%20hate%20my%20job.jpg" border="0" /></a> I officially hate my job.<br />This project I'm on has pushed me up to about 14-16 hours per day.<br />From a guy who's used to working 4-6 hours per day, this is quite a hindrance to other parts of my life.<br />I started working at about 8am this morning, here it is 9:22pm, and I'm still working. I don't see an end to this evening's "festivities". Maybe about 3-4am.<br />Then I get to start back over at 8am tomorrow.<br />Just a little frustrated. <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/1600/frustrated.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/200/frustrated.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />So here I am, hating my job, but still realizing that it could be worse.<br />I could be one of those guys who shovels elephant biscuits at the circus.<br />No offense to elephant biscuit workers... I'm just glad I have a job I guess.<br />A big change happened in my company. My boss' boss and his boss were both let go along with a few fellow employees on our team. Five in all.<br />Thanks to God that I wasn't on that list.<br />So what now?<br />I dunno. I feel like I'm letting a lot of people down. I've made promises & commitments. I'm afraid my job is going to keep me from fulfilling them.<br />I feel like a bit of a failure when this happens. I've had absolutely zero personal time since Sunday evening. Since Monday morning, it's been wake up, work, go to sleep, wake back up again.<br />This project is supposed to last for the next few months.<br />So not good.<br />A lot of people who are depending on me deserve more than the shallow time I can offer.<br /><br />I ask you... seriously... I beg you. What do I do?Ven Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15653283163602363166noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18577906.post-1151091628360414832006-06-23T15:23:00.000-04:002006-06-23T15:42:06.703-04:00Whoah... Like, Revelation.<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/1600/hang-ten.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="235" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/320/hang-ten.jpg" width="258" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:arial;">I started surfing again. It's been a long time, but I managed to get up a few times Saturday. It was a good feeling.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">While I was out there trying not to look like a retard, I realized that there is a philosophy that can be derived from surfing.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong><em>Ready for it?</em></strong></span><br />Ok.. here goes:</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">1st. Keep your eyes on the horizon, but keep your mind on your surroundings. You may get bumped by a shark if you're not paying attention. (personal experience speaking)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">2nd. Don't just jump at the first wave you see. The better one is usually right behind the one you want.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">3rd. Paddle! Two reasons... You can't just go with the current... You'll end up in the rocks. If you expect to catch a wave, you're gonna have to work for it.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">4th. Balance. You must find balance or you'll spend all your time swimming instead of surfing. Balance is the key to life. Too much / not enough of this or that and you'll either be overloaded or empty.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">5th. Enjoy the ride. If you spend ALL of your time focused on the little things that make up surfing, you miss the important thing... you're surfing dude! Enjoy it!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Believe it or not, this parallels life. So go back, read this again, and as Mr. Myagi says, "Go find balance Daniel-San"!</span>Ven Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15653283163602363166noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18577906.post-1150473968902444552006-06-16T11:45:00.000-04:002006-06-16T12:19:37.730-04:00In Search Of...<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/1600/searching-for-a-soul.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/320/searching-for-a-soul.jpg" border="0" /></a>This is not Leonard Nimoy's In Search Of...<br />This is something a little more different.<br />This is more of an "In Search Of.. Relevance" I guess.<br /><br />A friend of mine told me about a blog he read yesterday.<br />It saddened me greatly.<br />I <a href="http://blog.christianitytoday.com/outofur/archives/2006/05/is_emergent_the.html"><strong>found</strong></a> it this morning.<br /><br />It spoke of how people are criticizing the "Emergent" churches of today and calling them, "The new Liberal Left".<br /><br />Oy vey.<br /><br />Emergent churches are the newest trend in Christianity that is trying to unify people as just people... Regardless of how they worship God... or even if they don't. Cuz God still loves them.<br /><br />New Faith has chosen a different word to describe our movement... Engaging. We Engage the culture, our love for one another, and our love for God.<br />My take on things... We are all God's children. Even if we don't believe it. We all deserve an opportunity to worship God, no matter who we are, how we dress, or how we choose to worship. If that makes me Emergent, then I'm Emergent.<br />The way I can wrap my head around that is simple.<br />If my two sons decide one day that they don't have a father and tell everyone that they don't have a father, they'll still have one... cuz it's me. No matter how hard they try to "believe" that I don't exist, I'm still here.<br />We cannot will God into, or out of, existence. He just is.<br /><br />All that being said, I think there are ultra-religious people out there who are threatened by the way things are changing. They like things the way they are and have decided that anything different is wrong. Instead of spending their time showing people God's love, they waste their time building fences between "their kind" and "the others" and then demonize those on the other side of the fence. <br /><br />If you read the book of Acts, you'll find out that there was this guy named Saul who felt the same way. These new "Christians" were changing the face of religion and the religious leaders didn't like it. After a conversation with Jesus on the road to Damascus, Saul felt differently.<br />Yay...<br /><br />Maybe that's all the critics need is a closer look at what's happening. I find it hard to understand why people can't see that God is FAR BEYOND what we can possibly understand. If He wants to shake things up, I say we should stay out of the way. If you're not part of the solution, don't be part of the problem.<br /><br /><em><strong>A message to the religious...</strong></em><br />Your way used to work. But it's not working anymore. There are people out there who need to know about God's love for them. Unfortunately, they have body piercings, tattoos, and don't wear suits. Time to start reaching out to them with love... not judgment.<br /><br />Wait a sec... We're not supposed to judge people anyway. I'm pretty sure I read that somewhere.Ven Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15653283163602363166noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18577906.post-1150202802263045562006-06-13T08:08:00.000-04:002006-06-13T08:46:43.036-04:00The Voice of GodI was reading an unanswered post on West Metro COG's <a href="http://www.souldout.org/forums/">Forums</a> section.<br />They asked:<br />1. How do you hear the voice of God?<br />2. What do you do if you are no longer actively hearing His voice?<br />3. How do you determine that what you hear is actually the voice of God?<br /><br />These questions perked my interest and got my thought juices flowing.<br />While I was mopping up the thought juices from the floor, I had some ideas.<br /><br />Immediately upon reading, Matthew, Chapter 13 came to mind:<br />The verse, "He who has ears to hear, let him hear." rung true in my heart.<br /><br />Ears to hear...<br /><br />I guess one could argue that anyone who has ears has the ability to hear.<br />This isn't always true though. My sister used to work with hearing impaired children... maybe she still does, but I can't keep track. I guarantee she would challenge that argument.<br /><br />I think what Jesus was saying was, "If you've been listening to me and understand what I've told you so far, you'll understand this... If you don't believe what I've been saying all this time, you're definitely not going to understand this."<br /><br />He then went on to explain to His disciples that not everyone is going to "get it".<br />Only those who are willing to <strong><em>hear</em></strong> will truly <strong><em>hear</em></strong>. Those who are content with ear tickling will just have tickled ears. Their hearts will not be touched.<br /><br />So... How do we hear this elusive voice of God?<br />John 10:27 says, "My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me."<br /><br />I wish I had a simple answer. I can only speak for how I hear God.<br />I personally have never heard an audible voice that made me look around wondering who just spoke.<br />Though I think it'd be neat, I don't think I need to be freaked out like that.<br />As I am a thinker, I believe God speaks to me through my thoughts.<br />Just like a jingle from a cheesy commercial,<br /><br />*Chicken pot, chicken pot, chicken pot pie!!!*<br /><br />Yeah... stuff like that.<br />I'll get a thought that runs through my head that refuses to be silenced.<br />Sometimes it's a scripture, sometimes it's an excerpt from a message I heard or a devotion I've read. Sometimes, it's a challenging word from a friend.<br /><br />Either way, I think about it, meditate on it, and challenge it.<br />Once I've lined it up with God's word, I call it the voice of God.<br />Caveats:<br />If it boosts my ego, I call it pride.<br />If it causes me to look down on another, I call it judgment.<br />If it distracts me from God, I call it confusion.<br /><br />None of these things, to me, is the voice of God.<br />However, if it challenges me to grow or let go of my own personal beliefs and miniscule understanding, or if it challenges me to work hard and teaches me a value I did not have, I then believe it is the voice of God.<br /><br />I believe we can dull our senses with overstimulation or apathy. These things alone won't deafen us from God's voice, but can make us ignore it.<br />Continued ignorance of God's voice, I believe, will eventually deafen us.<br /><br />God, please don't ever let me become deaf to your word. Kick me back on track if You see me slipping.Ven Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15653283163602363166noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18577906.post-1148995339825333062006-05-30T09:05:00.000-04:002006-05-30T09:22:19.843-04:00Time for a smile!!!!<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/1600/38.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/320/38.jpg" border="0" /></a> It's been quite a while since my last blog.<br />To those of you who have missed it, I humbly apologize.<br />I've been in need of a break, so to speak.<br /><br />Let's get updated.<br />What's happened since last post?<br />Let's see...<br /><br />Pam quit her job at the dentist's office. She's taken a position as office manager for a new endodontic practice.<br />My best friend in the whole world has returned to Va Beach.<br />This guy knew me from high school (when I was a bad boy).<br />We're training for the Rock 'n' Roll half-marathon. <br />That training, plus a new healthy-eating plan Amy Z has me and Pam on has put me in the shape I was when I was in the Marine Corps. (very cool)<br /><br />We went to JJ & Kregg's cookout yesterday, had a blast.<br />Good food, good fun, good friends... what more can I say?<br /><br />Last night I <em>think</em> I learned the definition of unconditional love.<br />About a week ago, I was hurt very deeply (more than I think I've ever been hurt ever in my life) by someone very close to me. It brought back all kinds of pain from my childhood.<br />But last night, I called the person and talked to them. Instead of "letting them have it", I dared to listen. In the process of listening and talking, I ended up helping them through a serious problem. Pam says I may have just saved a marriage. I disagree, I think they saved their own marriage, I just showed them that they have a choice.<br /><br />Dared to listen...<br />Hmm. I think I'm going to explore that thought for a while.<br /><br />Stay tuned!Ven Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15653283163602363166noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18577906.post-1145473819255483162006-04-19T14:50:00.000-04:002006-04-19T15:10:19.276-04:00Melancholy Madness<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/1600/ringandshadow.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/200/ringandshadow.jpg" border="0" /></a> Have you ever had a day when you just felt like doing nothing?<br />I've had an entire month like that.<br />It feels like the past month has just drifted by like the lyrics of a song you don't like.<br />Kinda like one of those, "what was that? Nevermind" type things.<br />It's weird too, because this month has been very eventful.<br />I've connected with people from my past that I thought were gone forever, I've accomplished a lot in my personal and professional life, I even got XM radio for my car.<br /><br />Still, the funk of forty-thousand years is upon me.<br />Don't misunderstand me... I'm not in a depression... I'm more in a lull.<br />Like I'm waiting calmly for the other shoe to drop, but it's already dropped.<br /><br />Weird huh?<br /><br />I wish I could win the lotto. 200 Million dollars goes a long way... so I've been told.<br />I'd really enjoy being a millionaire. I'd help design a church that had room to grow. I'd put my dream of a "leg up" ministry to work. <br /><br />I want to create a place where homeless & misfortunate people can come and live comfortably, learn a new trade, learn about community and God's love for them, and finally get all the skills they need to begin their new chapter in life.<br /><br />Unfortunately, any attempt at something like this, without the proper funds, would just be another homeless shelter. I know that the shelters perform a service, but properly funded, they could do so much more.<br /><br />I'd also get to go to Hawaii, Japan, and Europe.<br />I'd also be able to fund my video production business and make better movies than I'm making now.<br /><br />Sorry. Not too funny or insightful... But that's how I feel right now.Ven Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15653283163602363166noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18577906.post-1144166443005823982006-04-04T11:05:00.000-04:002006-04-04T14:33:26.266-04:00A study in Leadership, part 4<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/1600/community.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6094/1821/320/community.jpg" border="0" /></a> I spent about an hour last night in the Lowe's parking lot talking to Bobby Allen & Pastor Chuck. I think the only thing that broke up the conversation was the ominous wind & thunderclaps. Good thing too. Just as I got home, pardon the pun, but "all <strong>hail</strong> broke loose".<br /><br />It's moments like this that <em><span style="font-size:130%;">God's true vision for my life</span></em> become clear. I hear myself talking and then God says, "Hey... you need to be listening to what you're saying cuz it's me really doing the talking."<br /><br />We were talking about <strong><em>community vision</em></strong> and vision for New Faith. Bobby gets it. I like that. He didn't need to be convinced. He already knew. He was already on board with pulling this whole "will of God" thing off.<br /><br />Quality #4 - <strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#3366ff;">A </span><span style="color:#3366ff;">Community Mindset - part 1</span></span></strong><br />A community is <strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">more than a neighborhood</span></strong>. I live in a neighborhood that is slowly becoming a community.<br /><br /><strong>So what is a community?</strong><br /><br />We all have areas of influence to which we belong.<br />To some, it's associations & "who's who"-type stuff. That's not community... That's ego boosting.<br />To others, it's networking & power brokering. That's still not it... That's a "what's in it for me?" minded group.<br />I believe the true meaning of community is a group of people who genuinely care for one another and expect nothing in return. If someone in the community has a need, be it spiritual or tangible, the others help. Period. Members of a community look out for one another's interests. <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>If there is a conflict,</strong></span> <span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>that's okay</strong></span>. The people involved work together to resolve the conflict... they don't become enemies and start gathering up their own personal factions to war. This is the antithesis of community.<br /><br />When someone inside the community says, "You know, there ought to be a..." fill in the blank idea-type thing, the others in the community should be willing to support the idea with instruction, constructive criticism, guidance, and fulfillment.<br /><br />So... Do you belong to a community? If so, how well do you know your community? It's pretty hard to care about people you don't know.<br />Here's a neat way to get to know people.<br />Walk up to them and say, "Hi, my name is <insert>".<br />When they say their name, you say, "Nice to meet you".<br />Ask them where they're from or what they do or something simple. You'd be amazed at how quickly you find things you have in common.<br /><br />Do you see? That wasn't so hard... was it?<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Community</span> - Continued next time</em></strong></span>Ven Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15653283163602363166noreply@blogger.com1